Regression Therapy

Chapter Description: Emily is invited into the room whilst Amelia and Catherine have an important, if somewhat distracted conversation. It leads to Emily thinking about something she hadn't considered for some time.

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Catherine sat on the couch. She was supposed to be reviewing notes from some therapy sessions from the previous week, it was Saturday but that didn’t mean she got to relax. Not only did she have to review the previous week’s appointments but she also had to prepare for the following week. Despite having so much to do she had barely made any headway in the last few hours.

Despite having a dozen or so clients’ folders in front of her it was someone else who was taking all of Catherine’s attention. The person who was occupying her thoughts wasn’t in any of the files, in fact, this person’s file had remained unopened ever since Catherine had moved in.

The original plan had been for Emily to experience some regression as a way to improve her attitude. Catherine had been using her as an experiment of sorts. She cared a lot for the girl and that was why she had been willing to break a few boundaries to do what she thought she could to help her. The “Regression Therapy” hadn’t been ethical but it might still prove to be effective. The only issue is the regression had gone further than she could’ve imagined and she wasn’t sure when it was going to end.

With a sigh, Catherine shook her head. This was something she had been doing often recently and she needed to stop. Emily wasn’t a “girl”, she was a “woman.” The regression aspect had been taken more literally by Amelia than Catherine had originally thought and the second part of the treatment was seemingly endlessly delayed. Every time Catherine asked Amelia about starting to have Emily “grow up” there seemed a reason to delay it just a little longer. Catherine had been aware of Amelia’s fetish for a long time, had taken enthusiastic part in it, she had allowed Amelia to convince her that what she was doing with Emily wasn’t just to satisfy a kink. The longer this went on the less certain the therapist was of that fact.

Catherine put the folders down. She wasn’t going to get anything done. She needed to voice her concerns just so they wouldn’t obsess her as much. Catherine stood up. The house was quiet but she knew the other two women in the house were upstairs. She left the living room and made her way up. She stuck her head into Emily’s “nursery” but she wasn’t in there.

“Hey.” Amelia said as the door to the master bedroom was opened.

Catherine looked into the room which she shared with Amelia. Her girlfriend was sitting on the bed and half-naked, her sizable breasts were exposed and, across her lap, Emily was horizontal and latched on to one of those large nipples. Catherine felt a pang of excitement run through her. The sight of Amelia breast feeding was enough to give her some funny feelings.

“What’s up?” Amelia asked.

“I just wanted to chat about something…” Catherine said, “But it can wait. I can see you’re busy.”

“No, it’s OK, go ahead.” Amelia said with a smile.

Catherine was surprised at how easily Amelia had seemed to switch from wife to “Mommy.” The way she acted and spoke despite having Emily attached to her breast, it was as if it was completely natural and normal. The longer all of this went on the more Catherine thought she should be studying her girlfriend rather than her girlfriend’s wife.

“It’s about Emily.” Catherine said.

“That’s OK.” Amelia smiled, “She’s a little busy at the moment.”

Amelia laughed and patted the front of Emily’s clearly padded crotch causing her to wriggle and moan around the breast she was feeding from. Catherine sat down on the edge of the bed. She’d hoped to have this conversation in private but Amelia clearly considered Emily as being incapable of understanding, or at least of having an opinion, even when the conversation was about her.

“OK, well, we’re doing all this for Emily’s benefit, right?” Catherine asked.

“Of course.” Amelia replied, “This is all for her.”

Catherine looked at Amelia and wondered if she really believed that. Perhaps Amelia had really convinced herself that there was no selfish aspect to what she was doing. With what Davina told the others happened whilst she had been babysitting Catherine thought even Emily knew that this wasn’t only for her benefit.

“The aim is to make Emily a better adult?” Catherine continued.

“Yes.” Amelia said slowly. She was trying to work out what Catherine’s angle was.

“Is that still the plan?” Catherine asked bluntly, “Because the regression has gone further than I think any of us imagined it would. Emily has been obedient and pleasant for a few weeks now. At some point it will be time to allow her to “grow up.” When is that going to happen?”

Catherine saw Amelia’s face change a little. The smile faltered, she looked annoyed that Catherine would ask such things and perhaps now wished she had waited until Emily wasn’t present to hear these things. It was nothing Emily wasn’t aware of by the point, but it was obvious Amelia wanted to keep her wife in the dark as much as possible.

“It will happen when I think she is ready.” Amelia said shortly.

Catherine looked down to where Emily was nursing. She noticed the big baby’s eyes were open she seemed to be listening with interest, though she hadn’t paused her drinking. There was a part of Catherine that wondered if Emily would actually be happy to stay as a baby for good. Despite the initial resistance to a lot of what happened it was beyond doubt that Emily had embraced being good for her “Mommy.”

“How about we pick this back up later.” Amelia suggested.

“What happened to being able to talk about anything with Emily present?” Catherine asked with raised eyebrows.

“I just don’t want to make the poor girl anxious.” Amelia replied.

Catherine didn’t detect any anxiety on Emily’s face but she didn’t press the issue. After a few seconds she stood up and left the room feeling like she had more doubts and questions than when she walked in. She knew Amelia could be forceful but she wondered how far it would go.

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Emily was sat in the playpen. She was full up from dinner and her diaper, changed just before they sat down at the table, was a little damp. She had been distracted ever since that afternoon’s breast feeding. The conversation she had been heard whilst feeding from Amelia continued to echo around her mind. It was making her wonder what she really wanted. Did she even know anymore?

Until relatively recently she would’ve done anything to make things go back to normal. The diapers were necessary, she understood that, but everything else? If she could’ve gone back to how things used to be it would’ve been perfect. But ever since she had noticed how much happier Amelia was these days she started to second-guess herself. She had resisted being a good girl for so long but when she had started to really try to make Mommy happy, she had started to get rewarded. It felt good to do as she was told.

It was all so confusing. There were certain things she missed about being a proper adult, like choosing what to watch on television and her video games, but there were also certain things she felt like she’d miss if she “grew up” again. She enjoyed how much closer she was to her wife now, and how much Amelia showed her affection. She was worried she would lose all of that. If she went back to how she used to be maybe Amelia would get rid of her for good, she had Catherine now, after all.

Amelia and Catherine had disappeared up to the bedroom after dinner to continue their discussion about Emily from earlier in the day. Emily hadn’t been told specifically to stay in the playpen with her toys but the implication was clear. However, she felt like she needed to know what was being said. She wasn’t sure what she wanted but she did want to know what the other two were saying about her.

Despite wanting to avoid being a bad girl, Emily eventually decided she couldn’t remain in the playpen indefinitely. She crawled over to the edge of the playpen and stood up. She hesitated before unlocking the latch on the playpen’s gate as her desire to be good battled against her nosiness. In the end her curiosity won out and she stepped out of the playpen, her puffy diaper exposed and just a short pink shirt covering her upper half.

Emily walked as quietly as her crinkling diaper would allow as she went up the stairs to the landing. She tip-toed towards Amelia’s bedroom, the door was closed and although she pressed her ear against it, she couldn’t hear any conversation inside. For a moment Emily thought about retreating, it wasn’t too late to turn back after all. But she held her nerve. She wanted to join the conversation, it didn’t matter if she looked and was treated like a baby, this was her life they were talking about!

Slowly and carefully, Emily pulled down on the handle and then pushed the door causing it to swing open. She stuck her head around the edge expecting to see Amelia and Catherine sitting on the bed in discussion, instead she found them both naked and lying on top of each other head to toe. They were in the sixty-nine position with their tongues buried inside each other. Emily was so shocked that for a few seconds she just stood there and stared, the two women were so concentrated on their carnal pleasure they didn’t seem to notice Emily was even there.

Emily stayed silent as she watched. From her angle she could see Catherine’s head working away between Amelia’s legs. Drool rolled out of her mouth and she felt jealous. She felt like that should be her job, though before she was put in diapers, she knew she never did stuff like that for Amelia.

No, she wasn’t jealous because she wasn’t having sex, she was jealous because she wanted to be the one to make Mommy happy. She swallowed and her hands subconsciously went down to her diaper. She started trying to rub through the front of the disposable but her locked up parts felt nothing. She pulled her naughty fingers away and decided to speak up.

“U-Um…” Emily finally said, “I was just…”

As Emily stuttered, she saw Catherine look up at her. The therapist’s face quickly distorted into an expression of shock with Amelia’s juices glistening around her lips. She quickly clambered off Amelia. Whilst they were all aware of the sexual dynamic of the house Catherine was still clearly very embarrassed to be walked in on like this.

“Emily!” Catherine exclaimed. She pulled a nearby towel over to cover herself up as best she could, “I… I didn’t see you there.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be in your playpen?” Amelia asked. She had propped her head up on her arms and seemed wholly nonplussed by Emily’s presence. She hadn’t even bothered to close her legs, leaving her moistened snatch on display and pointed straight at Emily.

“I… I wanted to see what you were doing…” Emily mumbled, “I thought you might be talking about me.”

“We’re having sex, baby.” Amelia said with a grin.

Emily blushed harder and looked down at the floor. It was probably a coincidence that as she got embarrassed, she felt a flush of warmth in her padding, a fresh wetting she hadn’t been aware she needed until it streamed out of her.

“Maybe we should talk about it.” Catherine quickly interjected. She turned to Amelia, “I think we need to.”

“Fine…” Amelia sighed, “But I’m not finished enjoying myself yet. Emily, come here.”

Emily looked up. She was confused but after a few moments she slowly shuffled forwards. As Amelia kept beckoning her, she climbed on to the edge of the mattress and crawled on her hands and knees until she was between her Mommy’s feet. Amelia pointed at her pussy and Emily knew what she was being asked to do.

With a furtive glance at Catherine, Emily lowered her head and extended her tongue somewhat hesitantly. She was still far from an expert at this and to do it in front of a spectator made her feel even more embarrassed. As she got closer, she could smell Amelia’s excitement which seemed to draw her in the last few inches until her face was where Catherine’s had been seconds before.

“OK, Catherine. Go ahead.” Amelia said as she turned from her wife going down on her to her girlfriend who was watching on with eyes wide open.

“Well, I, erm… I just…” Catherine was stuttering. Emily could just about hear her past the thighs blocking her ears.

“Hold on, hold on.” Amelia reached down and Emily felt a hand against her forehead pushing her away. She now had Amelia’s excitement mixed with the drool on her face, “I don’t want to hog her. Catherine, lay down.”

“I don’t know if…” Catherine started quickly.

“Come on.” Amelia said impatiently.

Emily looked at her therapist who seemed unsure about what to do for a moment before finally acceding to Amelia’s instructions. Catherine laid back in the same way as Amelia and cautiously opened her legs. She seemed redder in the face than Emily.

Emily looked up at Amelia who smiled and nodded. Emily hadn’t really pleasured anyone else before. She shifted across until she was between Catherine’s legs and hesitated for just a second before plunging in. She could immediately tell that Catherine tasted different, though not unpleasant, and that her tongue was finding all the right spots as she felt the therapist’s breathing hitch.

“So, go ahead.” Amelia said.

“R-Right, well, I… Ah!” Catherine was having a difficult time concentrating as Emily’s tongue danced around her clit, “It was about Emily and… and whether it was time for her to… grow up.”

Emily’s ears perked up. She had wanted to eavesdrop on this exact conversation. This wasn’t how she imagined she would hear it but she was certainly interested. She continued to delve into Catherine’s womanly folds and felt a hand on the back of her head. It seemed Catherine’s early hesitation had melted away quite quickly.

“She’s good, right?” Amelia laughed, “You know she never did any of this stuff before she became a good girl. To her, sex was a quick in and out. Get it finished in a few minutes and then roll over to sleep.”

Nobody could see Emily’s face, buried as it was between Catherine’s thighs, but she was burning red with embarrassment. To have her failures as a lover laid bare like that was difficult to hear even if she knew them to be true.

“Emily. My turn.” Amelia said authoritatively.

Emily quickly pulled her face away from Catherine’s private parts and after quickly wiping her mouth she shuffled sideways until she was between Amelia’s legs again. She went straight to work; she was eager to hear more and assumed that the less she needed direction the more she would hear.

“I don’t doubt there has been an improvement in her behaviour.” Catherine said. She seemed a lot more coherent when she wasn’t being actively pleasured as she spoke, “But if we want to test the hypothesis that this has helped, we really need Emily to have a chance to show us the changes are permanent.”

Emily’s tongue was flicking in and out of Amelia’s hole but she was listening intently to the discussion. She could feel her wife’s vagina twitching slightly as she worked.

“Uh huh.” Amelia grunted. It was hard to tell how distracted she was.

“And to do that we have to allow Emily to show us that she can be trusted now.” Catherine said.

Emily didn’t wait to be told. She pulled her head back from her wife’s crotch and slid over to Catherine who had been absently rubbing herself in the meantime. Emily settled her head back into place and felt Catherine’s hands adjust her until she was in just the right spot. Emily’s tongue darted out and the hand grabbing at the back of her head tightened in her hair a little.

“I understand that.” Amelia said, “But I’m not sure she is ready.”

“W-Why not?” Catherine’s breath hitched as Emily’s tongue found a particularly sensitive spot.

“I know my wife.” Amelia said simply, “I’m not sure she isn’t just pretending to be good and that she’ll slip back into her old ways.”

Emily was listening to the two women talking about her as if she wasn’t there. In her head she was responding to them but she noticed no one was asking her opinion. Not even Catherine, who generally seemed to be advocating for Emily to be given a chance, was soliciting the big baby’s thoughts. Then again, Emily wasn’t sure what she would’ve said had she been asked.

“But… Ah! She needs a chance to show that.” Catherine said.

Emily felt another hand in her hair and she moved back across to the bed to Amelia. Her butt crinkled as she knelt face-first into her Mommy’s crotch. She started wondering what she wanted. Did she think she was ready for a second chance? If she was asked her opinion, would she say she could be a good girl AND an adult?

“And I’ll decide when that chance comes.” Amelia said, “She’s doing well… Ooh, yeah, right there… But I think we need to reinforce her behaviour a little more.”

“I’m just not sure I’m comfortable with all of this.” Catherine said, “The regression is supposed to be for her, not for you.”

“Are you accusing me not having Emily’s interests at heart?” Amelia sounded a little hurt.

Emily felt awkward. Despite the conversation being specifically about her she felt like she shouldn’t be hearing it now. Amelia’s tone of voice seemed to threaten that an argument was about to break out and Emily was the third wheel. The bystander stuck in a situation and unable to leave. Though most bystanders wouldn’t have their tongue buried in the arguing people’s pussies. Emily switched back to Catherine after a few seconds of awkward silence.

“I’m not accusing you of anything.” Catherine finally said. Her breath hitched as Emily found the sweet spot again, “I just want to make sure our goals haven’t changed.”

“I assure you they haven’t.” Amelia’s voice had calmed again, “My goals now are the same as they always were.”

“OK.” Catherine responded.

There was another brief silence. The only sound in the room coming from Emily’s efforts to pleasure both Amelia and Catherine. She felt a strange sense of relief that an argument had been averted even if it might’ve resulted in better things for her.

“Alright, conversation over?” Amelia asked eventually.

“I guess…” Catherine sighed. It sounded like she had tossed her head back whilst Emily ate her out.

“Good, in that case, come and kiss me whilst Emily shows us how good she is.” Amelia instructed.

Emily pulled her face away as Catherine scooted across the bed. The two naked women were soon facing each other and embracing, their lips locked and hands exploring each other’s bodies. The two glistening openings of the women’s sex’s were practically pressed together, their legs lifted in invitation. Emily went forwards and was able to now stay in one place as she tasted both Amelia and Catherine at the same time.

By the time Emily was taken back to her nursery a little while later both the other women had climaxed multiple times. Emily was bathed in sweat, her face covered in various juices and excitement. Amelia wiped her face clean with baby wipes before changing her diaper and putting her down to sleep.

“M-Maybe I should try to be an adult again…” Emily muttered as Amelia pulled up the railings and locked them into place.

“Do you honestly think you’ll be happier?” Amelia asked, “This way you have nothing to worry about. You’ve got Catherine and me to look after you.”

Emily didn’t reply. She still didn’t know. She certainly didn’t feel strongly enough about it either way to cause a problem. A bottle of Amelia’s breast milk was placed next to her pillow and Amelia stroked her cheek.

“Have a good night.” Amelia said warmly, “We love you.”

Emily smiled as Amelia went across the room and turned the light off. Left alone Emily sighed and cuddled up to a stuffed teddy bear Catherine had bought her a few weeks previously. Perhaps she was being silly, maybe a predictable safe life as a baby was preferable to the unknowns of adulthood…

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