Regression Therapy

Chapter Description: Emily is left with a dilemma late at night and makes a particularly rash decision. She is forced to go speak to Amelia who offers a way to soothe her anxiety that she didn't expect.

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It was a few hours later as darkness descended outside that Emily realised she had an issue. Her diaper was soaked, there was no way it would last through the night. Added to that was the feeling of fullness that had started to build that told her she needed to go to the bathroom very soon. She would have to go and see Amelia. It was the only way to solve these problems without getting punished.

Emily stepped out on to the landing and then paused. A wicked thought crossed her mind. She had felt betrayed by Amelia for feeding her breast milk like that, but beyond that she was just angry in general over everything that had happened. She did have one way of getting some measure of revenge, a way to get back at Amelia and inconvenience her just a fraction of the amount Emily had been inconvenienced.

Emily still wasn’t sure if she was really going to do this even as she spread her legs apart and squatted slightly. She hadn’t fully made up her mind when her body pushed down. She had committed herself to the petty act before she’d even thought about the consequences.

It was a strange feeling. She’d pooped herself before but it hadn’t been on purpose. This time felt different. She felt in control even as she LOST control. It didn’t take long for her to feel a surge of mushy waste filling the back of her diaper. She could feel it bulge out as the hot stickiness spread against her skin. She grunted and pushed harder as her bowels emptied into her pants. The disposable crinkled quietly as it changed shape to accommodate the mess.

Instantly, Emily knew she had made a mistake. She immediately regretted her decision. She grimaced as she stood up straight and felt the diaper sliding against her, the smell leaking out and fouling the air around her. Her impulsive decision was a bad one. A terrible one. In fact, now that she had completed such an act, she wasn’t quite sure what the plan had been. She had simply done it without giving it too much thought. Her act of petty defiance seemed stupid and childish now, she couldn’t even tell Amelia why she had done it.

Emily started walking downstairs. Her legs were spread wide to try and stop the drooping diaper from touching her any more than it had to. It was only partially successful. She had managed to keep messy diapers to a minimum up until then, only a couple of big accidents ruining her clean record, so going to Amelia to tell her she had crapped her pants wasn’t something she was used to doing.

The television was on so Emily walked through the doorway into the living room. Amelia was sat in an armchair but Emily couldn’t look at her, she kept her eyes on the ground. She swallowed hard not quite knowing how to ask for this change.

“Need a new diaper?” Amelia asked casually.

“H-How did you know?” Emily replied as she felt the blush rising in her face.

“Baby, I think you’re growing nose blind to yourself.” Amelia chuckled as she stood up, “I could smell you coming a mile away.”

Emily hadn’t thought she could feel any more self-conscious but now she was proven wrong. She bowed her head again and left the room knowing Amelia would be following her. Walking up the stairs seemed to spread her accident more than the descent had and she shivered as the poop managed to find untouched skin inside her diaper. Once back in her room she only had to wait a minute before Amelia came in.

“How come you didn’t come to me for a change before you needed to poop?” Amelia asked casually as if it was a normal question for a person to ask their wife, “That’s what you normally do.”

Emily didn’t have a good answer for that. Telling Amelia she had deliberately messed herself in petty defiance didn’t seem like it would get her very far. She could’ve said it was a legitimate accident but that wouldn’t have been true either and the last thing she wanted Amelia to think was that her control was getting even worse.

“You seem tense.” Amelia said as she walked in front of Emily and put her hands on her upper arms, “Is everything alright?”

Emily couldn’t answer that question either. No, things were not alright. Her life was out of control and she didn’t seem to have any control over anything. Even her bedroom and clothes were changing right in front of her. She was stressed out by everything.

“I know.” Amelia said as she took Emily’s hand, “I’ll help you relax. Come on.”

Emily allowed Amelia to lead her to the bed. Amelia sat down and then motioned for Emily to sit next to her. She really didn’t want to do so with the full diaper, the situation was bad but sitting would make it ten times worse. It wasn’t Emily’s choice to make though as Amelia rather insistently pulled her closer.

“That’s right.” Amelia said softly.

Emily slowly lowered herself down. She winced as the diaper made contact with the bed and she sunk down on to the mattress. Amelia took Emily’s shoulders and turned her sideways before easing her backwards until Emily’s head was in her lap.

“Good girl.” Amelia said with a smile, “Just relax for me, OK?”

Emily wasn’t sure how she could relax but she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She wished that at the very least she could’ve been changed before whatever was happening on the bed. She felt Amelia moving above her but was focused on trying to get comfortable. She still didn’t understand what was going on, why wasn’t Amelia just changing her like she normally would?

“Open up.” Amelia’s voice floated down from above.

Emily’s eyes fluttered open and she nearly fell off the bed at what she saw. Two large fleshy orbs hung above her head, the veins barely visible under the milky skin and the nipples sticking out hard and proud. As Emily stared, she saw a bead of milk forming on the teat above her head. In no time at all it seemed that her wife had managed to unbutton her blouse and remove her bra to free her large pendulous breasts.

“That’s not what I meant by “open up”.” Amelia smirked. It was difficult for Emily to see her wife’s face from her position.

“Huh?” Emily replied dumbly.

“Your mouth, baby.” Amelia said.

“You… You can’t!” Emily spluttered.

“It’s only weird if you make it weird.” Amelia said quietly, “I read online that it is a great way to bond. I think it will bring us closer together.”

Emily opened her mouth to reply but was cut short by a hand cupping the front of her diaper. It pressed down enough to feel her princess parts within and Emily didn’t know what to say or do. Maybe Amelia was right and it was more common than she thought. Perhaps it would help their relationship. Emily was attracted to her wife, obviously, and with those breasts right above her head she couldn’t lie and say she didn’t want to touch them. That wasn’t even mentioning the milk’s taste, something Emily did really like before she found out where it came from. However, knowing the source of the milk changed things, the thought of sucking the milk straight of Amelia made her shiver. It was just so… weird.

The fact that Emily was still in her poopy diaper was slowly forgotten. The smell had become normal, all Emily’s attention was focused above her. She licked her lips without even realising it. She was trembling slightly and felt a deep embarrassment as she opened her mouth. At the end of the day, the promise of that sweet milk broke down Emily’s resistance.

“Good girl.” Amelia said.

Emily was rather ashamed to admit that the words caused her princess parts to twitch in their padded confines. Something that Amelia couldn’t fail to notice with her hand resting on top of them. Emily found it hard to look away from the breasts, not least because they filled her vision. Amelia leaned forwards slightly and aimed one of the globes towards Emily’s mouth. The beaded drop of milk fell and splashed Emily on her cheek as the breast descended to her mouth. Was she really going to do this? Was she really going to let her wife breast feed her like a baby?

The answer was yes. The nipple slipped past Emily’s lips and soon her mouth was pressed against the slightly salty tasting skin of her wife. Her lips formed a suction around the nipple and for a few seconds she remained frozen almost unable to believe what was happening and without a clue what to do next.

“Go on.” Amelia encouraged.

Emily flicked her tongue against Amelia’s erect nipple. Her experiment was rewarded by the sweet taste of the milk she had grown to know so well. The only difference here was that it hadn’t been refrigerated. Instead, it was warm and it seemed to only enhance the flavour that burst on Emily’s tongue. When her tongue flicked over the nipple a second time not only did she taste more of the milk but she felt Amelia push down and rub the front of her diaper. The stinky contents inside shifted but Emily’s focus was on the front where she felt herself quickly growing with excitement. She moaned into the flesh against her mouth.

Deciding to change tack slightly Emily tried sucking. Instantly she felt a thin stream of milk shoot into her mouth and she eagerly swallowed. This time the rubbing continued a little longer and Emily was quickly putting things together, every time she drank Amelia’s milk she was being rewarded. If she had been a stronger person, she might’ve declared that such obvious reinforcement wouldn’t work on her.

Emily sucked a few times in quick succession. Her mouth filled with the watery milk and she eagerly guzzled it all down. As the rubbing on her diaper started again, she kept up the rhythmic sucking and swallowing to find that the rubbing on her stinky padding continued. It was a lot easier to push the concerns about what she was doing to the back of her mind when she was experiencing the constant pleasure. The fluffy padding, expanded from her numerous wettings, caressed her sensitive parts wonderfully. She found herself moaning into the boob she was feeding from.

“You see?” Amelia’s voice floated into Emily’s ears from what felt like a mile away, “Good girls get rewarded.”

Emily felt tiny. In her stinky diaper and breast feeding she didn’t feel like an adult at all. The rational part of her brain told her to snap out of it but it was easily ignored when the electric pleasure surged through her central nervous system. Her hands reached up but rather than trying to push her wife away she instead used them to knead the breast, to try and squeeze out more of the delicious milk. She was insatiable.

Soon Emily’s hips were pushing up in response to her wife’s rubbing. The poop in the back squished every time she lowered herself back down but she didn’t care. There was a perverse pleasure in it, a feeling of doing something she shouldn’t. More than anything though her attention was entirely drawn by the front of her disposable where she was quickly heading towards climax. She was sure Amelia knew that as well from her desperate twitches and ragged breathing against the erect leaky nipple.

Emily sucked harder and faster. She moved her hips with such pace that it seemed Amelia had to work to stop her falling off her lap and she could feel the orgasm building. She moaned helplessly as she lifted her hip and spurted into her diaper, her arms and legs twitching as she came harder than ever before.

When Emily sank back down, she felt exhausted. Suddenly the cooling stickiness in the back of her diaper became a problem again. She felt gross and the guilt of climaxing in her situation washed over her like the milk filling her mouth. Even though the promise of sexual release had passed she was still suckling from Amelia like a baby. She felt stupid for what she had done. She couldn’t have acted more like a baby that afternoon if she had tried. She wondered to herself what on Earth she was doing…

“I think that’ll do.” Amelia said with a chuckle.

Emily felt a finger prying between her lips and the breast she was suckling from. It levered Emily away from the nipple. Looking up she could see wetness surrounding the teat, a mixture of a milk, saliva and sweat from the prolonged contact.

“I’ll pump the other breast for you to have tomorrow.” Amelia said.

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