Regression Therapy

Chapter 45

Chapter Description: We finally reach the conclusion of Emily's story as the interview continues. Then, we see how the three of our characters are getting on three months later as the dust settles.

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Emily stood up and as she did so she felt her bladder empty again. Gravity alone was enough to make her lose control, her slackened muscles unused to trying to hold anything back at this point. She tried to not let it know that she was wetting herself as she followed Mr. Walker to the door. By the time the stream became drips her diaper was sagging quite a bit, she would have to change as soon as she got home for sure.

“So, that was my office, obviously.” Fred said as he started leading Emily down the corridor, “Each of these offices is a member of the management team. All our doors are open whenever an issue or query pops up.”

Emily was waddling. There was no way to hide the fact that her diaper had swollen up to the point that her thighs were forced further apart. It would be impossible for anyone who looked her way to miss her odd gait. Were any of them guessing it was because she was a little baby playing at being an adult?

“Over here is HR.” Fred said as he pointed through an open door, “Hopefully you won’t need to speak to them. And over here is where you’ll be working.”

At the end of the hallway there was a large open space that was filled with desks and computers. Each one had a person sitting at it, except for one desk that Emily assumed was supposed to be hers. She looked around at the young men and women working away and wondered if she could really be one of them.

“Go ahead, that desk over there would be yours.” Fred said as he pointed to the desk Emily had been looking at, “Take a look.”

Emily didn’t really want to. The desk was in the middle of the room and she felt like everyone was looking up to size up their potential new co-worker. She waddled through them towards the desk. It looked very basic. There were no personal effects on it, the computer looked quite basic and there were just a few drawers to put things in. Emily wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do so she spun the chair around as if she was checking it. She was ridiculously self-conscious; she just wanted some direct instructions as to what she was supposed to do.

Emily sat in the chair and glanced over at Mr. Walker to make sure she wasn’t doing anything wrong. As she looked around, she caught the eye of a woman at a nearby desk who gave her a little smile and a wave. Emily returned the wave but as she did so she felt a rumble deep in her bowels that made her blood freeze. The smile drained from her face along with all the colour leaving her pale and knowing what was about to happen.

Standing up as quickly as possible Emily saw the bathrooms not too far away. If she could just make it until…

Emily took one step when a pressure grew in her gut. She gasped, it was coming on so quickly and there was no way to hold it back. Her body, trained for so long not to stop for anything took over as if instinct commanded her. She looked around hopelessly and ten squatted down in the space between desks, she knew people were watching her. Tears already filled her eyes.

Before she had even squatted all the way Emily was losing control. She felt a surge of mush push out of her body and cause her diaper to bulge. She opened her eyes and saw Mr. Walker and seemingly everyone else in the office looking down at her, mostly in confusion.

For so long Emily had tried to be big but now she was failing in the most embarrassing manner imaginable. Her face screwed up and she let out a grunt as her body took over and pushed again. The sticky rear of her disposable pushed out just that little more and the already sagging padding drooped even further down between her legs. Because it was so heavy and the gaps between her diaper and her body had opened up the smell was quickly escaping and spreading. The people nearest to her were already covering their nose and looking shocked and disgusted.

“Emily? Are you OK?” Mr. Walker asked with concern. He stepped forwards until he walked face first into the stink as well.

“Mommy!” Emily cried out as sobs escaped her throat and tears streamed down her face, “I wan my Mommy! I dun wanna be a big girl!”

Losing all control of her speech along with her bowels Emily stood up. She felt the messy contents of her full diaper squeeze between her padding and her butt. She couldn’t have been squatting on the ground for more than half a minute but it felt like an age, and in that time all pretence that she could be an adult had fallen away.

Emily looked around. All she saw were people whispering to each other and looking grossed out by her very presence. She didn’t understand why none of them were getting her Mommy. She needed her diaper to be changed!

Realising she had to get herself to the car Emily waddled as fast as she could towards the elevators. Her face was bright red and tears poured from her eyes as she started to wail like a lost child. She pushed past Mr. Walker who tried to say something to her but Emily was beyond trying to listen. With each step she felt the diaper pressing against her body and the stickiness spreading wherever there was room. In her mind her bulging butt must’ve been as obvious as the smell.

Once at the elevators Emily repeatedly pressed the button. As soon as the door opened, she stepped inside. She pressed the button for the ground floor and saw that there was a mirror at the back of the small space. Once the sliding doors had closed on the job and her aspirations of maturity, Emily raised the back of her dress and looked at the damaged over her shoulder. In the mirror she could see that her diaper was sagging almost to her knees and it was very discoloured.

Emily reached back and pressed a hand against her underwear, shivering as she felt just how warm and full it really was. She only pulled her hand away as the elevator dinged. She looked above the door but to her horror saw they weren’t yet at street level. The door opened and in walked five people in suits apparently going on lunch break. Almost immediately Emily dropped her dress and assumed they hadn’t seen anything as they walked in. Once the door closed it quickly became clear that the smell was making the elevator a very unpleasant place to be. Emily was used to the smell but the other people weren’t. They were soon pinching their noses and very eager to leave, all of them through looks almost as dirty as her diaper at Emily. Who stared down at their shoes in abject shame.

As soon as the doors opened on the first floor the people in suits got out and pretty much ran away from her. One of them was coughing violently and went straight to the bathroom. Emily didn’t wait around. She tried to run but the greatly expanded padding made that impossible. She was crying and looking around fearfully as she made her way across the busy lobby to the sliding doors and the outside.

The fresh air did a little to alleviate the smell coming from Emily as she looked around. She saw Amelia’s car and started waddling towards it.

“Mommy!” Emily called out, “Mommy!”

Emily saw the shocked faces of Amelia and Catherine staring at her. Amelia opened the driver’s door and stepped out just as Emily lost her balance and dropped to her hands and knees. She didn’t bother trying to get up. If she had looked behind her and up to the floor where her interview had been she would’ve seen dozens of faces watching on.

“Emily? What on Earth…?” Amelia said.

Emily crawled forwards. Her sobs got louder and she ignored how hard the ground was in her desperation to reach her Mommy. The dress covering her underwear rose up and she was soon waving the padding in the air as she crawled forwards, scuffing her hands and knees but completely oblivious to it.

Amelia was running forwards and Catherine was shortly behind her. Emily didn’t stop until her Mommy was crouched down in front of her, then she pulled herself up into a hug.

“Emily! What happened?” Amelia asked anxiously.

“I… I dun wanna be a big girl!” Emily cried out between sobs, “I’s a baby!”

Emily closed her eyes and cried hard as she pushed her face against Amelia’s chest. She didn’t see Amelia’s shocked face looking back at Catherine whose eyes were as wide as saucers. All Emily knew was that she was cuddled up to Mommy whose comforting arms were wrapped around her back.

“Come on.” Amelia eventually said, “Let’s get you home.”

Emily was helped to her feet as she went back to the car. She didn’t need to be asked, she climbed into the big baby seat and sat down, sinking into her full diaper. Amelia leaned in and did up the straps, she seemed to be in shock.

“Mommy!” Emily said just as Amelia was about to close the door, “Paci?”

Amelia looked around and then went to the trunk of the car where Emily knew her changing supplies were. She heard a bag zip and then the trunk was closed Amelia popped the pacifier between Emily’s lips and clipped it to the front of the dress. Emily immediately felt a little calmer as she sucked on the large mouth-filling teat. She closed her eyes. Finally, she was back exactly where she was meant to be. She sighed as Amelia got into the driver’s seat.

“What’s going on?” Catherine asked as she rolled open the window.

“We’ll talk about it at home.” Amelia quickly said in response. She looked out the side window of her car and could see just how many people had watched Emily’s performance.

Epilogue

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Three Months Later…

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Catherine was sat at her computer typing a stack of notes she had made over the last several months into a report. She had a lot of notes. Almost daily journal entries detailing any changes she had noticed, theories, experiments… a huge amount of paperwork that she was trying to tie together in one place.

The room Amelia had been using as an at-home office now also housed Catherine’s desk but for the moment she was alone. Amelia was downstairs with Emily. It was quiet and cosy, perfect for what she needed.

“The experiment has been a failure.” Catherine typed, “The plan of “rehabilitating” the patient hasn’t yielded results and measured as an attempt to induce a more responsible attitude in the subject it has not worked.”

It had been three months since the job interview. Catherine hadn’t known it at the time but it marked the end of the attempt to use regression therapy on Emily. Once they had got home afterwards Emily was adamant that she never wanted to be a “big girl” ever again. It had been very concerning to hear and was followed with Emily returning to her babyish behaviour permanently. Catherine had, at first, implored Amelia to take Emily to a psychiatrist. Amelia had prevaricated and said Emily didn’t need help, there was nothing wrong with her and that she had just expressed a desire to live as a baby.

Catherine continued to be concerned but after a few days she saw that Amelia was right. Emily’s mind hadn’t broken as she had initially feared, when Catherine sat down with her, she was still able to talk about what had happened, rationalize her decisions and, to be frank, Catherine could understand Emily’s logic. At the end of the day, she couldn’t find many reasons to tell Emily she ha to grow up. So, she didn’t.

It was an arrangement that seemed to make everyone happy. With it now being Emily’s choice, Catherine was a lot happier to continue as things were. Emily got all the love and attention she needed without the responsibility she couldn’t cope with, whilst Catherine and Amelia got each other.

The report was going to take a long time to write but the conclusion was simple. Whilst there didn’t seem to be a benefit in terms of teaching someone to be a more responsible adult Catherine still saw potential in what they had done.

“Whilst there was no tangible benefit to the treatment in terms of making an adult more responsible that doesn’t mean the whole endeavour is futile.” Catherine wrote, “Indeed, I see potential applications for recidivist criminals or other anti-social people for whom all other treatment has proved ineffectual. Regression therapy, of the sort used on this patient, could potentially give habitual re-offenders a way to have a happy life without being a negative to society.”

Catherine saw a possible future when criminals who hadn’t been reformed by more traditional means could be regressed. Emily had found a purpose in babyhood, she had perhaps discovered it was how she was always meant to live, loved and without responsibilities which caused the stress that had caused her to act badly to begin with.

Catherine sighed as she saved the report and then closed it. She stared at the computer wallpaper, a photo of herself with Amelia and Emily in the living room. Of course, the real problem Catherine had was that she had no way of ever publishing the report. It was all very unethical. Maybe one day she would think of a way to present her findings but for now the report she was writing could only stay on her computer.

But as Catherine looked at the wallpaper, she found it hard to be too annoyed. The relationship between the three women seemed great for all of them, she was very happy with Amelia. Even if there was no societal benefit to come from what they had done at least it had led to a happy home life for all three of them.

Downstairs, Amelia was sitting on the couch. She had Emily laying across her lap and she was gently stroking her wife’s hair whilst Emily fed from her bosom. She sighed and leaned back as she felt Emily’s hungry lips working her nipple. There was some very physical pleasure to feeding Emily in this way but it was the emotional side of the act that truly felt best.

The day of the job interview felt like a different lifetime as they sat on the couch as they were. Amelia had been very worried for her wife for a little while, but once Emily had calmed down and she could see there was no lasting damage she was able to relax. But more than just relief, another feeling flowed through Amelia. Victory.

Amelia had thought for a long time that Emily wasn’t fit to be an adult. She had known that Emily would be happiest if she was simply taken care of. Events had proven her correct. Now she had everything she ever wanted. Emily was a baby who relied on her completely, Catherine was her girlfriend and together they made an unorthodox but happy family. In her wildest fantasies Amelia couldn’t have imagined a more perfect scenario.

“Is it tasty, baby?” Amelia asked.

Emily didn’t say anything but she felt the head cradled in her hands nod quickly and smiled. She patted the couch next to her without looking down, her hand searching for a special treat for Emily. She found the long plastic item and brought it over to her over hand. Without turning it on she pressed it to Emily’s diaper and felt the adult baby shiver in anticipation.

For a few seconds Amelia just held the vibrator in place. She enjoyed the way Emily squirmed, knowing what was pressing against her caged princess parts but not able to give herself pleasure. Only Amelia had that power, and it was power she enjoyed wielding.

“Do you want it?” Amelia asked. Amelia looked down to see Emily nodding vociferously. She humped her hips against the still motionless vibrator for good measure, “Use your words, baby.”

Amelia saw Emily pull her head back just far enough so that the milky nipple popped out past her lips. A line of drool still connected them.

“Pleathe, Mommy…” Emily said quietly, “I wan da buzzieth.”

How could Amelia say no to such a sweet girl making such a sweet request? She pressed the button to turn the vibrator on and simultaneously pressed Emily’s face back against her breasts. Now, along with the sucking, Amelia could feel Emily’s moans and groans. It felt fantastic!

In Amelia’s lap, Emily was in heaven. She pressed her hips forwards so her caged crotch was pressed against the buzzy wand. The sensations made her moan into the nipple she was eagerly tonguing for more milk.

This was who Emily was now. She lived for pleasure, just like before she had started needing diapers, only now her pleasure also brought joy to the people around her. Amelia and Catherine seemed to love her as a baby and she was more than happy to play the role. Ever since the trauma of the job interview Emily hadn’t attempted to be big at all. When she told the two other women she wanted to be a baby she truly meant it.

“Mmmm!” Emily moaned into the fleshy orb filling her mouth as the vibrator found just the right spot.

There were still some adult pleasures Emily missed. Thankfully, as long as she was a good girl, she wasn’t completely denied sexual fun, though it wasn’t up to her when or how she got it. That was fine though. Emily still missed some things, primarily video games and adult television shows but the longer she went without them, the less important they seemed to her. She found it very easy to just play with whatever toys she was given. In fact, the more she acted like a baby, the more rewards she seemed to get so she was very happy to lean into it.

The longer it all went on the easier it became. It didn’t really feel like “acting” anymore. It was more natural to be in the mindset of a helpless infant than it was to try to think for herself in any way. Emily’s thoughts were interrupted as Amelia’s vibrator found that special place against the diaper again.

“Right here?” Amelia asked.

Emily nodded and pressed herself against the toy. It wasn’t long until her whole body was shaking. Her princess parts, which never seemed to try to get hard anymore, still sent the electric pleasure up and through her whole body. In short order she found herself hurtling towards and orgasm. A fact Amelia seemed to be aware of from the way her sucking became more erratic.

Emily let out a series of short high-pitched moans before the tension broke. Emily felt her excitement overflow and dribble out of her into the cage and, beyond it, the diaper. Simultaneously, whether triggered by the orgasm or not Emily didn’t know, her body pushed and she filled the back of the padding up. It felt divine to empty herself, front and back, like that. When she finally fell limp, it was with a diaper that definitely needed changing.

“All done?” Amelia asked.

Emily had no idea if her Mommy meant the feeding, the sexual pleasure, or the pooping, but the answer to all three was yes. She sleepily nodded her head and wondered if it was nearly her nap time, it felt somewhat overdue.

“Alright, let’s get that diaper change, stinky pants.” Amelia said playfully.

As Emily crawled off of Amelia’s lap and slowly stood up, she couldn’t help but feel a wave of euphoria. She was just so happy.

“Mommy?” Emily said.

“Yes?” Amelia had buttoned up her blouse and was halfway to the doorway.

Emily walked quickly forwards and wrapped her arms around Amelia. She squeezed her wife and felt arms wrap around her as well. She let herself sink into the cuddle.

“I love you.” Emily said.

“I love you too.” Amelia replied as she rubbed Emily’s back, “But we should really get upstairs before Catherine complains about the smell.”

Emily giggled. Whilst Catherine never outright said anything about the smell, it was pretty clear she wasn’t too keen on being around Emily’s stink. They were a happy little family and Emily couldn’t think of any other place or any other way she would rather live.

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