Regression Therapy

Chapter Description: Catherine has come to visit and Emily was not at all prepared.

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Amelia covered her mouth and laughed. Catherine didn’t know what to do or say, she felt she should leave, seeing Emily reminded her that what she was about to do was wrong no matter how much she wanted it.

“Emily, come on out.” Amelia called out.

“No.” Emily’s voice replied. It was muffled partially by the door.

“I guess you don’t mind waiting until morning for a change then.” Amelia said as she put her hands on her hips.

There was a silence and Catherine was shocked at what she was witnessing. It didn’t feel like she was witnessing a married couple, it was much more like a parent and a difficult child. She didn’t know what she had been expecting but it wasn’t this.

Catherine looked at Amelia who simply raised her eyebrows. Just when it seemed like Emily was calling her wife’s bluff the door slowly started opened. Catherine saw Emily slowly appear with her shoulders hunched, even though she was looking at the floor it was obvious she was very red in the face.

“Come on.” Amelia said. She reached a hand out and Emily stepped forwards to take it.

This wasn’t what Catherine had expected at all. This wasn’t the Emily she had ever seen in the past; she was like a different person altogether. There was very little resistance even though it was obvious Emily didn’t want to be doing this. She was being… obedient.

If Catherine hadn’t been there to witness it, she wouldn’t have thought it possible. The patient she knew as being difficult and prickly whenever made even slightly uncomfortable was doing what Amelia said. Was this what regression therapy could really do? Catherine’s intellectual curiosity was piqued, and she almost wished she had her laptop with her right then to make notes.

Amelia led the way up the stairs with Emily behind her. Finally, Catherine followed though she maintained her distance thanks to the terrible smell. She kept her eyes on Emily’s ass and noticed that despite the thin clothing over the top there was a noticeable bulge. The Emily that Catherine knew from weeks ago would never have allowed any of this to happen, she certainly wouldn’t allow Catherine to observe it.

The three women reached the landing and started heading down past the main bedroom to the spare one. Catherine frowned as the door was opened. Emily started whimpering and pulling back on Amelia’s arm as she was taken inside. Catherine had no idea what the problem was, she had already seen and smelt Emily’s embarrassing situation so what did it matter if she went into the spare room.

“Oh, you haven’t seen Emily’s new room, have you?” Amelia called out airily.

“New room, I…” Catherine stopped in the doorway.

Amelia certainly hadn’t mentioned this. Catherine would’ve definitely remembered if she had. The spare room had once been very bland and empty, but nothing could be further from the truth now. The room was clearly lived in with some clothes tossed casually on the floor but what really attracted the eye was the new changing table.

“When did you do all this?” Catherine asked as she slowly walked inside looking around. The further she went the more the “baby” smell grew. A faint smell of used diapers, baby powder and wipes… All of it suggested the bedroom was inhabited by a baby.

“A week or so ago.” Amelia replied, “What do you think?”

“It’s… nice.” Catherine replied. She was looking at Emily who blushing furiously.

“Alright, baby, up on the changing table.” Amelia said as she patted the top of the padded surface.

“Please… Not with Catherine here…” Emily practically whispered.

Catherine felt bad for intruding in Emily’s private space and yet she wasn’t leaving. The stinky woman looked at her with big puppy dog eyes, but she remained in place. Amelia was smiling as she waited for Emily to comply. Again, the old Emily would’ve outright refused but this version of the woman simply closed her eyes and sagged her shoulders. She turned to the changing table and began to awkwardly climb up.

As Emily was halfway up on to the table Amelia reached forwards and pulled on the flaps on the onesie causing it to spring open. Catherine gasped as she saw the discoloured padding that bulged out so far it looked like the leg guards were barely clinging on. Emily groaned but continued climbing up. Catherine felt like she shouldn’t be here for this and yet found it impossible to make herself leave or even look away. She swallowed as she continued watching, she felt like a voyeur, a Peeping Tom hiding in some bushes.

Amelia moved between Emily’s legs and started to pull the tapes. Emily’s face was bright red as she stared directly up at the ceiling. When Catherine took a step closer to the changing table the horizontal woman quickly turned towards the wall, her eyes tightly shut.

“Did you want to do it?” Amelia asked with a smirk.

Catherine shook her head quickly as Emily moaned again. Amelia laughed and finally lowered the front of the padding. It was evident that Emily hadn’t messed herself recently. Judging from the scale of the mess it must’ve happened not long after Amelia had left the house. Catherine found herself less disgusted than she thought she would be, which wasn’t to say she was overly keen on getting much closer. The smell was still repellent, but Catherine found she was adjusting to it surprisingly quickly.

Whilst Amelia started cleaning Emily’s backside Catherine found her therapist brain switching on. She started thinking about what was happening in a grander sense, more than just the immediate actions in front of her. From her point of view, it seemed like the embarrassments suffered by Emily were reinforcing a submissive side that was making it easier for her to control. The control didn’t have to be a bad thing per se, it could be used to have her learn self-control which would benefit her a lot in the future. However, right then, it seemed that the more she was placed in the baby role the more she was happy to hand control to others, namely Amelia. It would be very interesting to study what happened long term…

Even as Catherine tried to rationalise what she was seeing she understood that her judgement was clouded. A part of her knew she was making excuses for herself and Amelia, but she was finding that part easy to ignore. The need for Amelia was still burning inside her despite everything, or maybe it was because of it.

The way Amelia took care of Emily was endearing. There was no malice or ill-will there. If you forgot about the size of the woman on the changing table, you could easily mistake the scene as a woman looking after a real baby.

As the cleaning went on Catherine noticed the chastity cage that had previously been hidden by the sides of the diaper. The pink cage looked very restrictive and she wondered if it was painful at all. Perhaps too late she realised she was staring and looked away.

“Good girl.” Amelia said softly, “Don’t worry. You’ll be all clean before you know it.”

The way Amelia spoke to Emily was endearing. Catherine got a real maternal instinct from her. She wondered if that motherly way was something Amelia knew about or whether it drove her towards the cause of action she had taken. She would have to ask later and note down the answer it could be fascinating for her research.

It took quite a while before Emily was properly cleaned. When Amelia was finally happy the stinky diaper was pulled out and replaced with a fresh one. Catherine watched as Emily was taped up and then had her onesie popped back together, as she got off the changing table it seemed the diapered girl couldn’t look anywhere but at the floor.

“I think I know what my shy girl wants.” Amelia said with a big smile, “Is she thirsty?”

“What!?” Emily quickly looked up at Amelia, “No. You wouldn’t!”

Catherine was watching on with confusion. She wasn’t sure what was going on or why Emily looked so shocked. It surely couldn’t be worse than what just happened on the changing table could it?

Amelia took Emily’s hand and pulled her across the room to the bed. Catherine just watched as Amelia sat down and pulled her wife over her lap face up. She was more than a little confused and that feeling only grew as Amelia lifted her shirt and lowered her bra to reveal one of her breasts. Catherine let out a little gasp of combined surprise and arousal.

“Don’t do it…” Emily whined as she stared straight up at Amelia’s chest.

“Hush now.” Amelia said softly.

Catherine couldn’t believe her eyes as she saw Amelia lift Emily’s head up until she was latched on to the nipple. Almost automatically, it seemed to Catherine, she started feeding. Amelia had shared a lot of details about what she’d been doing with Emily, but she’d never mentioned this. Catherine’s eyes were laser focused on Emily’s blushing cheeks and her neck where she could clearly see the woman swallowing. Surely Amelia wasn’t lactating…

“Catherine, do you want to wait for me in my room?” Amelia asked.

Emily let out a muffled exclamation and then coughed. Her eyes were wide with shock as she looked out the corner of her eye at Catherine. The therapist was surprised that Amelia was being so forward, to say such a thing right in front of Emily, she didn’t say anything explicit but surely the implication was there. It certainly seemed Emily was suspicious as to what was going on.

“Maybe I shouldn’t…” Catherine started as she looked away from Emily’s feeding for the first time since it started.

“Catherine.” Amelia said with a stern voice, “Wait for me in my room. I’ll be there in just a second.”

Catherine swallowed and after one final look at the bewildered Emily she left the bedroom and walked down the landing to the master bedroom. A room that was apparently now just Amelia’s. As she walked inside, she could see that Emily hadn’t been in there for a while. Her side of the room was practically bare and only half the bed seemed to have been slept in.

Catherine felt awkward. She had no idea what was going on in the room down the landing but she was in a place she felt like she shouldn’t be. She walked over and sat on the edge of the bed watching the door and waiting. What was going to happen next, she had no idea…

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