Rainbow Diapers

This is a commission from Vended aka Areat. It is an age regression story which bends away from my normal path. This version is the revised version of Cookie Crumbles. It is very similar, but certain scenes have been omitted and the perspective of the protagonist has been adjusted. And although the story retains a familiar plot to Cookie Crumbles it almost reads as a different story. The Montford Reduction. by Alec Leamus. Katherine Emerson was ecstatic. She giddily floated out of the board room and circulated among her colleagues. She collected their kudos with an unwavering smile which propelled her directly into her corner office. Katherine’s office was a badge of pride. She had struggled and, in some cases, even fought to earn it. It was the perfect place to bask in her recent success. Her final presentation to the board demonstrated her research team had completed their final stages of development for an upgraded satellite intercommunication. The board was incredibly pleased. The government applications alone were vast. Katherine was only twenty-seven years old, but her business achievements had been arduous. Often, she felt she wasn’t taken seriously due to her height. This was not a new experience for Katherine. At a young age she had simply stopped growing when she reached four foot nine. Of course, she always told people she was five feet. And no one seemed to quibble about the missing three inches since Katherine usually wore heels to hide her diminutive stature. Katherine was blonde and had a young face. However, her curvaceous figure dispelled any thoughts concerning her petite size. She was definitely a woman. She was blessed with 34 C cup breasts and a well-rounded behind. Katherine gazed out of her office at the breathtaking view of the city and the hilltops beyond. Excelsior Global occupied the top floors of the shimmering Baskin building. The glass and chrome structure commanded the business district and loomed ominously above Market street. Katherine felt good but soon the dark cloud of insecurity gathered. Katherine popped the phone off her desk and dialed her best friend, Carol. In minutes Katherine forgot her mood and decorum and filled the office with excited squeals. Nearby heads turned at the uncharacteristic elation. Katherine rose and quickly closed her office door. “They were drooling when I explained the profit margins,” Katherine explained. “So, how much of a bonus did they give you?” Carol pressed. “I knew you’d ask that. Well let me just say they were generous, very generous,” Katherine added. “I essentially solved their software issues, so, they were grateful.” “So, are you going to do it?” Carol prodded. “Are you?” “I think so,” Katherine answered. “It’s a lot of money but you know how I feel.” Yes, I do Katie,” Carol joked. “You are such a brat,” Katherine replied and feigned offense at the nickname. The two ladies chatted further and talked in the way that old friends do without really saying anything. It was a conversation of reminiscences and encouragement. Twenty minutes later Katherine ended the call confused. Carol made several positive points but also countered them with opposing financial concerns. Katherine had struggled against the stigma of her height for years. It was only in romantic situations she found her size an advantage. But as she moved into the business world, it had become a disadvantage. She had enjoyed some successes, but part of her felt neglected in the business world. On more than one occasion an executive had symbolically patted her “pretty head” and told her not to worry. She knew she had been passed over for many projects. And in her darker moments she questioned if her triumphs had been condescended to her. Katherine’s perspective was skewed, and she yearned to alter her view. Katherine desired to be a full-grown woman. Katherine received her share of teasing in junior high and high school, but it never bothered her too much. But she was self-conscious during athletics and especially afterward in the showers. It seemed other girls developed faster and more dramatically than Katherine. She eventually caught up except in the height department. A slight chemical imbalance had inhibited her growth. This resulted in her diminished height. It was labeled “Growth Hormone Deficiency” or “GHD”. Katherine’s parents were responsible in their pursuit to treat the malady but there wasn’t anything significantly wrong. Phrases like “late bloomer” and “wait a few years” from various doctors placated any aggressive treatment. It was only when Katherine turned twenty, she learned the truth of her condition. She had “GHD”, but no doctor ever made this diagnosis. Female children develop as early as age nine. Once they begin menstruation the body takes over and releases the proper chemicals and soon after a young girl grows breasts. In Katherine’s case nerve signals to her pituitary gland were reduced. In some cases, even blocked. And, of course, when a woman turns eighteen her development slows and stops. Katherine swiveled her office chair and stared past her tinted reflection. Outside her sixteenth-floor window small tufts of white clouds dotted the blue sky. Katherine never had much time for cloud gazing, but she identified with the Cumulus. She felt stuck too. After her father passed, she felt responsible to care for her mother. So, she focused her energies on school and her career. This left little time for any extracurricular activities. Now at age twenty-seven, to all outward appearances, Katherine seemed to have an amazing life. But pieces were missing. Rectifying her physical appearance was the solution to complete the picture. Years ago, this would have been only a dream, but the past ten years had produced fantastic medical advances. “Daydreaming again?” Veronica interrupted. Katherine spun and faced her accuser. “No. Thinking.” “Don’t hurt yourself,” Veronica smirked. “Anyway, here are the updates. Benning wants them checked before they go to legal,” the tall brunette sneered. She dropped the packet on Katherine’s desk. “Well, you...can...” Katherine stopped. Veronica had already disappeared into the corridor. Veronica Shores! Another problem Katherine wanted to correct. Veronica embodied every mean girl Katherine had ever encountered. Her appearance alone was enough to rile feelings of jealousy or inadequacy. The five-foot ten raven haired beauty possessed a dark exotic quality and was blessed with a generous womanly figure. Her large breasts generated numerous neck sprains in men and her firm backside wiggled in a constant taunt. Katherine imagined she rehearsed her flirtations each day in the same disciplined manner as a professional musician. However, it wasn’t Veronica’s voluptuous shape which caused strife for Katherine. It was how Veronica employed it. While standing in meetings Veronica consistently positioned herself next to Katherine. At first, she thought Veronica was being friendly, but quickly realized she wished to accentuate her superior height. Veronica never openly intimidated Katherine. Her behavior always remained ambiguous. Veronica was clever and any objections from Katherine were always dismissed as a misunderstanding. However, Veronica took tremendous pleasure in flaunting her very developed figure. She wore low cut blouses and short skirts. A point which Katherine surmised was a primary cause for her lack of advancement in the company. Veronica generally remained professional in the office but when Katherine and Veronica were alone her demeanor shifted. She degenerated into snide remarks and mean-spirited pranks to undermine Katherine. She pushed her large breasts into Katherine’s face by turning suddenly too close to her. Once before a meeting Veronica secretly swapped Roger Colson’s office chair with Katherine’s chair. Roger Colson was an extra- large accountant and his oversized chair accommodated him perfectly. But when Katherine slipped into the seat, she appeared comically dwarfed. Veronica’s taunts were also subtle. She left books on Katherine’s desk with the title “short stories” prominently printed. After an office order was filled Veronica left an oversized novelty pencil on Katherine’s desk. Most of the personnel viewed these jibes as good-natured fun, but Katherine understood their true meaning. Outwardly she joined in the jest but internally she struggled and knew she needed a change. Over the years Katherine researched her condition but her hours online produced limited results. So, she sought alternative solutions and enhancements, but none were satisfying or long lasting. It seemed she would have to accept her condition and bear the brunt of less enlightened minds. Fortunately, luck revealed a new path. A few months ago, Katherine attended a busy reception. As she crossed the crowded room she turned and almost toppled a waiter serving cocktails. However, the skirmish facilitated a chance meeting with Dr. Crandall who caught her before she fell. Katherine gazed into his blue eyes and marveled. He reminded Katherine of her late father which perhaps is the reason she was distracted in the first place. It was from this initial meeting the conversation turned to science and technological advances. Remarkably, Dr. Terence Crandall was an endocrinologist. Weeks later after numerous conversations Katherine sat nude wrapped in a paper sheet. Her legs dangled off the padded table which made her feel even smaller than her normal petite height. “Well, your labs look normal,” Dr, Crandall stated as he strolled into the light blue exam room. “You understand that we would essentially be reversing your hormonal clock and there will be side effects, but I am more concerned about long term ramifications especially on your nervous system,” he continued. “I understand.” “Now I have to be clear from this point on we are off the record. What I’m prescribing is not illegal, but it is not approved by the FDA. I have administered similar treatments for other patients but nothing to this degree. So, if you decide to continue, you’ll have to sign waivers and documentation that indemnifies me against any reprisals.” “I am ready. I have been ready for years,” Katherine answered excitedly. “Good. I know all of that sounds very serious, but I want you to know, once we start, you have to complete the treatment for everything to work,” Dr. Crandall informed. Katherine could hardly contain herself. She was finally going to grow to her full height. The height nature intended. She was bursting with questions but all of them sounded silly in her head. So, instead she nodded knowingly. “How much do you know about the Russell’s Pit Viper?” Dr. Crandall asked. “A snake? Not much, I’m not really the outdoors type. I think I have been camping maybe once,” she chuckled. Dr. Crandall stopped writing. He looked up at the petite woman dangling her legs from the table and smiled in agreement. “I’d like to read you an excerpt, Dr. Crandall continued. “About 30% of people who survive a Russell's viper bite suffer severe damage to the hormone-producing pituitary gland, which causes victims to suffer what some refer to as “reverse-puberty”. They lose their sex drive, they lose fertility. They lose their body hair, especially pubic hair. Men lose facial hair and muscles. Women lose curves as the condition causes them to lose weight and sometimes women have cognitive problems as well.” Katherine’s mouth hung open in amazement. “Sex drive?! Body hair?! Cognitive problems?!” she thought. “Now don’t worry. What we have synthesized isn’t as extreme, but the Russell’s Pit Viper venom does attack the nervous system like most snake’s venom. But more specifically it targets the pituitary gland. This is where many of the side effects manifest. I’ll give you a comprehensive list before you leave the office. And I don’t want to scare you, but I want you to be prepared. Your breasts will shrink dramatically. In fact, they may recede completely. You will notice hair loss, especially your pubic hair. And your hips will become slimmer. And overall, you may notice some weight loss too. But don’t worry everything will grow back once we administer the second phase of the treatment. Now the venom can in some cases be fatal. But if the proper dose is administered in conjunction with the other medications in the treatment I’m going to prescribe; it can help to accelerate your timetable. Think of it as an upside-down pyramid. I know it all sounds like magic. But essentially, we’re going to regress your body back to prepuberty. We’ll give you the big push here to get you started. Then you’ll take the important supplement medicines along the way. Once your body starts reversing itself it will hopefully get you back to your starting point. Then after that phase is complete, you’ll start on the next phase of the treatment. I’m going to send you home with the first stage of the supplemental growth medicine. But it is important to wait at least eight hours between your final reversal dose and your first growth dose. Also keep in mind your growth treatment will only start the process. You will have to come back into the office for the final administrations. I hope that all makes sense.” Katherine nodded again. It sounded frightening but through her previous meetings she had learned to trust Dr. Crandall. “So, when you return, we’ll aggressively jump start your system with a controlled administration of growth hormones. That should bring you to your full height of five foot eight based on your parents, your labs, and your background information. Now I’m going to ask you to record your progress including some physical measurements. I’ll have Nurse Timmons come in so we can establish a base line,” Dr. Crandall continued. Katherine’s excitement tore at her which made it exceedingly difficult to concentrate. Her imagination reeled as she flaunted her new height. Katherine nodded as Dr. Crandall expounded further. She tried to listen, but words like “disoriented”, “excessive urination” and “nausea” floated right past her. Dr. Crandall imparted more information concerning potential side effects but, in her mind, Katherine was too busy telling off Veronica! Dr. Crandall eventually departed, and the sound of Katherine’s white paper dress crinkled. It filled the small exam room as she fidgeted excitedly in anticipation. It was only a few minutes, but it seemed like an hour before Nurse Timmons finally arrived. She was slightly older with medium length red hair and a pretty face. She was average height and possessed a sober face which disguised her friendly demeanor. As she conducted her examination Nurse Timmons, or Gayle, as familiarities unfolded, slowed her touch on Katherine’s more sensitive areas. It was professional but sensual. Katherine sighed a few times which caught the attention of Gayle. Katherine pondered on Gayle’s orientation and imagined what it might be like to be enveloped by the sexy redhead. Gayle spoke and shook Katherine from her reverie. “You have a very nice figure,” she said. Katherine thanked her and Nurse Timmons continued her slow inspection. She measured every inch of Katherine’s petite body and carefully recorded her findings. Katherine, who was miles away, quietly obeyed every order from the nurse to lift and shift her petite nude body. Then the big moment arrived. “This first injection is the important one. It’s going to start the process. It has a major portion of the venom, so you really need to watch your vitals. But you probably won’t see major results until the third day. Initially you may feel nauseous but that’s okay. Try to stay quiet and calm in the next several hours. I’ll send you home with the instructions concerning the other pills,” Dr. Crandall said. Katherine remained upbeat throughout the remainder of her visit. After her consult she dressed and signed a mountain of papers. Then she loaded a large balance onto her Mastercard. She dreamily slipped into an Uber and traveled home. The car weaved through the minimal early evening traffic. Entranced by the rocking motion Katherine leaned her head toward the window and watched the lights blur. They arrived at her building and Katherine rallied herself inside. She shuffled into her apartment and immediately undressed. Clothes felt superfluous. But the instant she was nude an urgency overtook her, and she rushed into the bathroom to pee. Before bed Katherine decided to shower. She recalled the redhead’s touch. The nurse wasn’t inappropriate, but the scene left her frustrated. Under the waterfall her hand migrated south and discovered her wetness. Her eyes rolled back. She closed them while her fingers explored. The redhead faded and was replaced with images of Paul Morrison, Global Excelsior’s executive sales manager. He was tall, older, and athletic with a touch of gray at his temples. In no time her sexual frenzy culminated in a crescendo of pleasure filled moans which echoed across the blue tile. It had been ages since Katherine had been intimate with a man. They had started dating only a few months ago. They had managed to squeeze in a few dates, but the end results were minimal due to their heavy work schedules. In addition, they were mindful of their colleagues. Office romances were not prohibited but both parties were polite not to flaunt their connection. The heavy bathroom steam lazily dissipated into the bedroom. She dove into her ocean of memory foam and reflected on her good fortune. She had wisely scheduled her two-week vacation to coincide with her growth treatment. She would regress and grow all in the comfort of her condo. She had stocked her refrigerator with all manner of supplies including some sweet indulgences. At the end of the month, she would reemerge into Excelsior’s offices confidently taller. Just in time for her to take the lead and present her new project at the technology convention. Sleep quickly cascaded over her. During the night she made several trips to the bathroom but always returned to her deep slumber. It was 9:27 a.m. when Katherine finally awoke. She had been drifting in half sleep all morning and felt gloriously cocooned in her giant down comforter. It had been years since she felt so incredibly relaxed. She spent the remainder of her day snuggled in her bed. She rose only to go to the bathroom, forage and take her doses. She snacked and watched Netflix until the sun disappeared behind the hills. Sleep came easily again. She dreamed. First, she floated on the warm water and watched her body melt like ice into the stream. The water carried her into a deep hole, and she disappeared. The hole stretched and deepened.

Emma watson 100%

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