Elfy

Anna and Ryan are living life as best they can when blackballed from society. Things take an unexpected turn when there is a knock at the door. --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- A quick recap of the first story for anyone who needs it: Anna was left stranded in Sallas after her parents were killed in a car crash. Sallas is a place of extreme misogyny, that treats women as little more than babies and servants. Anna was adopted to a Sallasian couple and forced to grow up in this society, but she has always hated it and is desperate to escape. Forcibly married to Ryan, Anna's future seemed decidedly unpleasant as she joined him at college, not to attend classes, but as his trophy wife. That all changed when Ryan revealed that he hates Sallas as much as she does, and that he doesn't want to treat her badly. They tried to navigate college together, living as equally as they could at home whilst subjected to the extreme pressures to conform. Anna meets a friend, Jane, who is in a much worse marriage than her. Anna desperately wants to help Jane, but her options are severely limited. When Jane's husband gets tired of her, he has her sent away to Finishing School, something which devastates Anna who knows she will never see her friend again. Eventually it proved too much. Ryan was forced to choose between sending Anna to "Finishing School" (little more than a torturous prison) or being expelled from college and giving up his dreams of working in business. Ryan chose Anna. The two left college together with little idea as to where their lives will go... --- Sallas 2: The Gilded Cage By Elfy Anna was strapped to a pink plastic chair. Between her lips was a pacifier so large it filled her mouth and a strap going around her head held it firmly in place. She had the thickest diaper she had ever seen around her waist and the pink baby dress did nothing to hide it. Around her were a dozen other women similarly stuck in place and similarly dressed. She struggled but found movement difficult with such a huge amount of thickness between her legs. The room was filled with the muffled sounds of struggle and the smell of used diapers. Anna recoiled when she looked around at her neighbours before realising, she looked just as bad as they did it. Projected on to a screen in front of them all was a video. It was like a business training video but was showing the women in the playpen what they were supposed to be. A film of women doing domestic chores, shopping and being properly respectful of the men around them, In between frames Anna occasionally noticed a flash of a word, but she could never quite make out what it said. Made to look like a nursery the room felt like a strange bastardisation of a place that you would send your child. This nursery looked exactly like a child’s daycare at first look, but the longer you spent in there the more you noticed its true reason to exist. The uniformed guards by the doors, the cameras in each corner of the room, the books not being classic nursery rhymes but instruction manuals on how to do chores… Anna pulled harder against the restraints. As she stared at the video playing in front of her, she tried to remember how long she had been there. It felt like forever. Time had lost all meaning. Maybe she had simply always been there. Anna’s head lulled forwards slightly but the endlessly repeating images continued to appear in her mind. She tried to force them away, but they had a hold of her, they seemed to grab her head like tentacles as they pulled themselves closer and spread like a cancer. Her resistance became weaker as the words flashing up in the film became clearer. “Baby.” “Maid.” “Useless.” “Need Man.” Inside her head the last vestiges of who she once had been screamed but like water rushing through a cracked dam the words spread. Anna felt herself losing control of her bladder as if she had never been potty trained. The warmth spreading through her padding as the words cycled endlessly in her brain. All around her Anna could see the previously squirming women sitting docile as the guards walked up to each one with an injection. “No…” Anna mumbled around the pacifier. Suddenly it wasn’t a guard holding the needle. Anna turned and saw Jane standing before her in one of the guard uniforms, it bulged out around her waist from the hefty diaper underneath. Anna’s old friend stared at her with dead eyes and a flat emotionless face. “You left me…” Jane said as the needle was moved towards her arm, “You could’ve saved me.” Anna shook her head. The words were seeping in and her resistance crumbled completely. As the needle went into her arm and Jane pressed the plunger Anna screamed hopelessly. “Anna!” Anna was being shaken, and she sat up so fast she nearly butted heads with Ryan. She could feel that she was covered with sweat and was breathing hard. She instinctively grabbed her arm where the needle had been, there was nothing there. She took a few deep breaths and felt a familiar shameful wetness between her legs. “The nightmare again?” Ryan asked as she placed a hand on his wife’s shoulder. Anna nodded before letting out a sob. Ryan pulled her closer to his shoulder as she cried softly. It had been a recurring nightmare for a while now. No matter how many times she ended up in that “Finishing School” it never felt any less real. It was stupid, she didn’t even know what the inside of one of those institutions actually looked like, her brain was just filling in the blanks with every horror it could conceive of. She felt Ryan pulling the cover back and revealing the wet patch on the bed. Anna had wet herself. “It’s OK.” Ryan whispered in Anna’s ear, “You’re safe.” “I’m sorry.” Anna said as she pulled away and wiped her eyes. “You don’t have to apologise.” Ryan replied, “You’re fine.” “I mean, I’m sorry for…” Anna gestured down to the wet patch. “Don’t worry about it.” Ryan smiled sleepily, “Why don’t you get cleaned up? I’ll change the sheets.” Anna slipped out of bed. She was naked as she stood up and the floorboard underneath her feet creaked loudly. The space between the bed and the wall was cramped meaning she had to awkwardly sidle out of the bedroom and down the hallway towards the bathroom. The apartment was small, old and, despite Anna’s best efforts, falling apart. The wallpaper Anna walked past was peeling, one of the windows was boarded up and she had to step around crack in the floor that seemed to threaten to fall through at the slightest hint of weight. In the bathroom Anna pulled on a long string that was hanging from the ceiling, the lightbulb flickered to life. The water heater for the building was broken so the water in the shower never warmed up. Anna shivered as she stepped under the showerhead. She wanted to get out of there as soon as possible so she quickly soaped herself up and rinsed herself off. She couldn’t shake the image of Jane from her head. Not long before Anna and Ryan had made their quick exit from the college Ryan had been attending, Jane had experienced an altogether less voluntary withdrawal. The closest person to a friend Anna had ever had, Jane had displeased her husband who had promptly sent her away to Finishing School. Anna had no idea what had happened to her but could guess it wasn’t good. People who went into those places were often not seen again, and those that re-appeared were unrecognisable to their old selves, and to their families. It had been ten months since they had moved into the apartment building. It had been the cheapest place that Ryan and Anna could find and even then was at the upper limit of what they could afford. After they left the college in disgrace, they knew they were going to be outcasts but perhaps they had underestimated just how bad things could be. Ryan had immediately started looking for work, but he had been blacklisted from even most menial jobs, even a cursory background search on him would’ve found black marks that made employers run away, things like “Dissident” and “Suspicious Individual.” All because he’d had the gall to not want to treat Anna like a second-class citizen. Things had become desperate before Ryan found a job in a call centre; it was the only place that would give him a chance. The money he was paid was only just enough to afford rent and bills, even food had become a bit of an extravagance. Despite the difficulties Ryan and Anna had remained close. In fact, they may have become closer than ever before in spite of the hardships they faced. The problem was that love can only get a person so far, the truth was they were desperately struggling with no support network and in a place with no safety net. There was no sign that things would get better either as both of their families had been quick to disown them. The worst part for Anna was the way Ryan was very clearly being crushed. His spirit and soul seemed to be ebbing away and every time he came home from work, he would look that bit more miserable. Anna found herself wondering if it hadn’t all been a terrible mistake, she sometimes wondered if Ryan resented her and wished he had chosen differently. After all, this was all because of her. If Ryan had sent her away, he would be an executive on his way to the top rather than stuck at the bottom living in a cold flat and eating the cheapest food. “Damn it.” Anna muttered as shivered into her towel after her shower. The nightmares were awful and happened twice a week or so. She had never been to the dreaded Finishing School so her mind was conjuring up something that may not even have existed. The worst part for Anna was the effect it had on her bladder. Having been potty trained so recently she usually didn’t have too many problems as long as a toilet was nearby, but wetting the bed was a common result of her bad dreams. Ryan hadn’t brought up wearing “protection” to bed, but she knew he must be thinking about it, they couldn’t exactly afford to replace their mattress. Diapers were something she was only too used to, having only recently been able to get out of them she dreaded having to go back for any reason whatsoever. Anna knew she wasn’t going to get any more sleep. She slipped on her dressing gown and walked through to the living room. The flat was a lot smaller than the place they had stayed in at college and the living room was the best example of this lack of space. An old television was against the far wall, a wooden table with a bent leg in the middle of the room and just beyond that a couch that had numerous holes in it. Anna sat on the couch and flicked on the television. The morning news was on. The problem with the news in Sallas was that it was nearly impossible to tell what was real or fake, the propaganda was so rife that seeing through it became very difficult. The presenter was excitedly telling his audience about Sallas’s economy doing well and suggesting it was because there weren’t any “distractions” in the workforce. “Distractions” was clearly a code word for women as they showed short clips from various office and factories extolling the virtues of their society. Anna could only roll her eyes. It was all so transparent, she found it hard to believe anyone fell for their crap. In any other country Anna would be in one of those offices or laboratories. She knew she was smart but at no point had any of that intelligence been nurtured, she had never been given the opportunity to show what she could do. She never would get that chance either, not whilst she was where she was, when she was who she was. She tried not to dwell on her lost potential, but it was difficult. Anna went over to the drawers in the corner and retrieved a tattered old book. She brought it back to the couch and opened the frayed cover. There she looked at herself from long ago, back before her parents had died, leaving her stranded in the hell that was Sallas. She thought she looked a lot like her mother, but she had her father’s eyes for sure. Her photo album of her as a baby was practically all that had survived the car crash that had killed her parents. She remembered so little about them. “… And finally, a reminder of this morning’s big story.” The newscaster said as Anna turned the page, “A number of civil disruptions around the country last night forced the police to crackdown on some undesirables and dissenters. A spokesman for the government said the ringleaders had been rounded up and that there is no cause for alarm.” Anna changed the channel. There was a morning talk show on one of the more rabidly pro-government channels. A man was practically frothing at the mouth as he ranted and raved that women were still too free. Anna shook her head, to some men in Sallas the very idea that a woman might have an independent thought was enough to send them into an apoplectic rage. “… I’m telling you they will be the downfall of us all!” The balding pudgy man said. His spit flew across the table as he angrily dropped his fist against the surface. “Whilst I agree any idea of, pardon my language, feminism, is abhorrent to our society I’m not sure what you would like the government to do…” A more professional looking man replied. His suit was wrinkle-free, and he didn’t have a single hair out of place. The so-called “moderate.” “For a start we could make Finishing School mandatory.” The angry man replied, “Get these girls out of the school system and teach what they really need to know early. Stamp out these ridi-” Anna changed the channel. Whilst she was used to hearing men attacking women for every ill in society the ideas being expressed on that show were just too horrifying to think about. Finishing School was essentially a prison designed to brainwash women into being good little girls, it was currently used as punishment for women that didn’t conform perfectly, the idea of sending all females there made Anna shudder. The next channel was for children. To be more accurate it was for little boys. Anna watched as two puppets talked to a group of little boys sitting in front of them. “And a girl, even an itty-bitty little girl the same age as you…” The puppet dog’s paw pointed at the children in front of him. He had a deep authoritative voice and was the face of one of the most popular children’s brands in Sallas, “Can be a very a dangerous thing.” “But how can an itty-bitty little girl be dangerous?” The second puppet seemed modelled on a mouse. He spoke with a back-country twang to his voice that Anna supposed was to make him sound less intelligent. “Because they are naughty.” The dog puppet replied seriously, “They are always looking for ways to get boys in trouble. It’s why it’s important for all you little boys to…” “Report bad behaviour!” The children all chorused. “That’s right!” The puppet dog nodded, “To your Daddies, teachers, or local govern-…” Anna turned the television off. She laid down on the cushions of the couch with her head resting against the arm. She hadn’t planned to drift off but suddenly came to when she heard Ryan’s footsteps coming down the hallway. He paused at the entrance to the living room for a second before heading into the kitchen. The sun was just starting to rise giving the sky outside a red glow. Anna sat up and stretched as Ryan came walking back in with two mugs of coffee. “I’ve got some eggs and bacon cooking.” Ryan said as he put the mugs down on the table. “Shouldn’t you be watching it?” Anna asked as she yawned, “You could start a fire.” “In this place?” Ryan shrugged, “Could be an improvement.” Anna laughed as she picked up her drink. It tasted cheap, which of course it was. Unlike when they were supported by Ryan’s parents, they couldn’t afford to spend much on luxuries. The cheapest store-brand instant coffee was still pushing the boat out for them. Soon they were sitting in the living room eating their breakfast. They didn’t really have a lot to talk about, but Anna was happy in the silence. If anything was brought up, she felt sure it would be her nightmare and what had happened as a result of it. The silence was much better than that particular conversation. “I suppose I should get ready.” Ryan sighed as he stood up. Anna did the washing up whilst Ryan had a quick shower and then got dressed in his suit. He came into the kitchen where the married couple shared a little kiss before he broke away with a smile, his hand came up and cupped Anna’s cheek. They had been getting a little more intimate since leaving college, they certainly hadn’t jumped straight into bed with one another, but they were becoming more romantic over time. It was just hard for Anna to let herself get carried away, part of her was still waiting for the penny to drop and for Ryan to send her away so he could get on with a much better life than the one he had with her. It was nonsense, of course, Ryan had been given plenty of opportunities to give Anna up and had never done so. “I’ll try to be back as soon as I can.” Ryan said, “Do we need anything for dinner?” “I think we’re alright for tonight.” Anna replied. It was slightly ironic that Anna and Ryan had been ostracised from society because of their resistance to Sallas’s extreme gender roles because now, in some small ways, they found themselves conforming to them. Whilst Ryan worked Anna looked after the home which meant doing most of the cooking and cleaning. It only seemed fair that she help out since Ryan had to work so much, and as difficult as it was for Ryan to find his job, it would’ve been impossible for Anna. “I’ll see you later.” Ryan sighed and tried to put on a brave smile. “Have a good day.” Anna replied. “You too.” Ryan’s smile was a bit more genuine now. Just as Ryan was turning to head to the front door there was a loud knock followed by the ringing of a doorbell. Ryan froze in his tracks. Anna hurried forwards and peered around the doorframe as if expecting to see something other than the front door. There were many reasons for Ryan and Anna to be nervous. They kept to themselves, not many people would associate with people that had been labelled as undesirables and those that would weren’t people Anna wanted to know. Neither of them had made any friends of acquaintances in the area so the fact there was someone at the door filled them both with dread. “Did you pay the rent?” Anna whispered to Ryan. “We’re only one month behind…” Ryan muttered in reply, “Jean doesn’t normally start knocking unless it’s three months.” “Then who is it?” Anna hissed. Ryan shrugged at her and then they both turned to the door. There were more bangs and insistent rings of the bell. Whoever it was, they were fairly insistent that they were going to be coming in sooner rather than later. “W-Who is it?” Ryan called from the safety of the kitchen doorway. “Open the door, Mr. Manning.” A deep voice replied. “Not unless you tell me what you want.” Ryan called back. “How about you open the door before we get impatient.” The voice replied. Anna tried to hold Ryan back as he went to step forwards. He turned to face her and shrugged, he was right, there was nowhere for them to run or hide. They didn’t know who was at the door, but it seemed like they were going to come in one way or another. Anna followed Ryan out but stayed several steps behind. Ryan opened the door, and Anna could see two men in suits on the other side. They pushed past Ryan and walked in as if they owned the place. Anna didn’t like the way they looked at her and smiled. Ryan closed the door as the two walked into the living room. Anna was tensed up, she didn’t know why these people were there, but she was ready to fight for her life if she needed to. “You see, Jimmy, didn’t I tell you she was beautiful.” The man doing the talking had snow white hair. His small nose seemed almost swallowed by his glasses that did little to hide a pair of very piercing eyes. “That you did.” Replied the younger of the two men. He was chewing gum and was leering at Anna. “Who are you?” Ryan asked. “Jimmy.” The older man said with a dismissive wave, “But you can call me Mr. Sawyer.” Anna watched as the intruder present a piece of paper to Ryan. As he did so the older man sat down on the couch. He waited a few seconds whilst Ryan looked over the paper, in the meantime the younger man walked over to Jimmy, who Anna suspected was his boss, and stood next to him. The whole time Ryan was reading neither of the intruders took their eyes off Anna. “I don’t think I understand…” Ryan finally said as he looked up with a frown, “What is this?” “That.” Mr. Sawyer said without turning from Anna, “Is a contract.” --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. Thank you, and all support is very gratefully received: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mf967rdsf7db10/chapter/mfjaqi124bff3c1 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2066849

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So thank you to everyone who checks out my subscriber pages and considers supporting me ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- I obviously couldn’t put this confrontation off forever. With reluctance I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. I quickly wrapped myself in a towel and started drying off as quickly as I could. As soon as I knew I wasn’t going to drip everywhere I took my baby pink dressing gown from the hook on the door and wrapped it around me. I braced myself and then opened the door. Mom was standing on the other side with her hands on her hips and a face of thunder. “Mom, I…” I started. No sooner had I started talking than Mom had grabbed my wrist and pulled me forwards. I had still been tying my robe which half-opened as I stumbled after her towards my bedroom. As I almost fell through the doorway Mom let get of me. I had been battling to keep myself covered up, so I hadn’t been looking over to the bed. When I finally did so it felt like time froze. “W-What…” I mumbled. “I didn’t think you’d fail in your training pants quite that quickly.” Mom said, “Luckily I was prepared.” Pull-ups. Sitting on top of my covers was a green plastic packet of pull-ups. I had of course seen them in stores but to have a pack right in front of me in my bedroom felt strange and alien. I walked over to the bed and picked the packet up as if it had something contagious on it. “W-Why do you have these?” I sked. I was trying to sound calm, but it wasn’t working very well. “I bought them in case the training pants proved to be too little protection.” Mom replied. “I don’t want them.” I quickly said, “I don’t need them.” I dropped the pull-ups back on the bed where they bounced away from me. I turned to Mom who had her arms folded across her chest. Her mouth was a thin line and she as staring right back at me as if waiting for more. “G-Give me the training pants!” I continued rather desperately, “I… I mean wash them first, but I’ll wear them! I promise, no tricks or complaining or anything!” “Are you finished?” Mom asked when I stuttered to a stop. I could see that Mom wasn’t convinced. To be fair, the best debaters in the world could’ve argued the point for hours and my Mom would likely have been similarly unmoved. My pathetic attempts at rescuing the situation had less effect than a puppy looking at its master’s dinner and wanting to be fed a little bit. “You lied to me.” Mom said, “And then you wet yourself yet again.” “I needed to go to the toilet!” I said loudly, “I told you I needed to go but you didn’t let me!” Even as I argued my case I realised how childish it sounded. I was twenty-three years-old but my argument as to why the accident hadn’t been my fault was similar to that of an actual toddler. I was a grown woman, if I needed to go to the toilet I should’ve just gone, a point that was not lost on Mom. “So you just urinated all over the floor?” Mom asked as she shook her head, “No, it’s not good enough. You are going to have to earn the right to wear training pants again.” This was so humiliating. I bowed my head and sniffed back tears. I shuddered to think what it would be like if any of my friends could see me like this. Mom walked over to the bed and picked up the pull-ups. She tore the top of the pack open and I saw the many pairs of disposable underwear inside. “So, new rule.” Mom said as she pulled at one of the pull-ups, “Until you can prove to me that you can keep yourself dry you will be wearing pull-ups. When I’m satisfied, you may move to training pants again.” I was being demoted. I remembered this exact same technique from when I was a young child. Potty training had been difficult for me, I would argue Mom didn’t help with it in the slightest with how overbearing and ready to criticise me she was. I wanted to argue but didn’t know what to say. It didn’t feel like there was anything that would help my case. “Why did you already have those?” I asked sulkily. “Never you mind.” Mom replied. She held one of the pull-ups open and expected me to step into it. “You expected me to fail!” I bristled with annoyance and embarrassment that Mom expected so little from me… and that she had been right. “I expected you would have some issues.” Mom replied, “Now, come on, I don’t have all day.” With all the humiliations of the last hour or so I had rather lost the fact that I was still basically naked in front of Mom with my gown hanging half open. At least the pull-up would provide some sort of cover. I was keen not to keep Mom waiting too long as well, I knew a spanking would be in my immediately future if I didn’t comply. My legs shook slightly as I looked down at the pull-up. I was trembling and every muscle in my body seemed to be fighting my brain. As I lifted a leg I nearly fell backwards on to my bed. I quickly leaned forwards and put my hands on my crouching mother’s shoulders, it didn’t occur to me that I could’ve asked to put it on myself. I felt the papery leg bands against my skin as I stepped through the hole. The elastic sides stretched as my foot hit the ground, I could already feel the padding of the underwear against the inside of my leg. I lifted my other foot and repeated the process with my other foot. I shivered, this already felt very strange. As soon as my foot was through the hole and down on the floor Mom started pulling the pull-up. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut as I felt it continue to rise up my legs. Soon Mom had pulled it all the way up and I felt the padding nestle against my crotch. I covered my face with my hands as Mom adjusted the disposable slightly. “There we go.” Mom said as she stood back up, “That wasn’t such a big deal, was it?” It felt like a big deal to me. It felt like a HUGE deal. I quickly closed my dressing gown tightly to try and hide. Turning away from Mom I just wanted to forget what was happening, but every movement was a reminder. Old memories were being unlocked. As a child, when I’d had problems Mom would do this same stuff, and it only ever made the problems worse. I could only pray that this time things wouldn’t get any worse, that I would stay dry now and get my panties back. I waited for Mom to leave the bedroom before I finally turned back around and sat on the edge of the mattress. I could feel the thin padding getting pressed against me, it was so much worse than the training pants. “Have a goodnight.” Mom called out as she left the room. All I could do was stare blankly as it felt like my life was collapsing around me. If I didn’t start getting my errant bladder under control soon, I had no idea what Mom would do. She seemed worse than before I’d left for college, she’d always been strict but now she seemed mean. I needed to get back into panties, get a job and then get out of the house as soon as possible. --- “Oh crap… Oh god…” I knew there was a problem as soon as I regained consciousness. I didn’t even need to open my eyes. My warm bed was interrupted halfway down by a cold patch. What was worse was the moisture I could feel on my thighs. Even though I immediately knew what had happened, that I had wet the bed, it took my tired mind a second to realise I had to get out of it. I climbed out of bed and looked down at myself. This was surely a nightmare. I pinched at my exposed skin, but the pain felt very real. The early morning sun was streaming through the window and illuminated just how puffy the pull-up had become, even worse, it glistened off the moisture that was struck to my skin. I tentatively pulled the covers back and saw a large stain on the sheet. I slumped down at the side of my mattress and covered my face with my hands, the smell of my urine filled the air around me. I couldn’t believe it. This was just like when I had been a kid and started having problems with keeping the bed dry. I knew now that it wasn’t too uncommon for children, especially girls, to have a little problem with bedwetting or something similar as they started puberty but at the time I felt like a complete freak. I’d experienced a little more urgency in the day which resulted in an accident, Mom had put me in pull-ups, and I started wetting the bed. I had no idea whether it was the pull-ups sending signals to my brain or a coincidence, but it had happened again. There was no way I could let Mom find out what had happened. I stood next to the bed and started pulling up the sheets, I would have to hope I could sneak them all down to the laundry. With the bedding balled up in a rather soggy pile I turned my attention to the pull-up that was still leaking drips of urine down the inside of my thighs. I bent down and started to take off my sodden pull-up. I had it around my knees and was grimacing at the smell of ammonia that was assaulting my nostrils when I heard footsteps on the landing. I felt a shiver of horror go through me as I tried to think of a way out of this hell in the few seconds I had left. In the end I did the only thing I could think of doing. I stepped out of the pull-up and hurriedly shoved it under my bed. How I was going to explain all the weirdness I hadn’t quite worked out. The door opened without a knock and Mom walked in like she owned the place, which I guess she did, but this was still supposed to be me room. Stopping in the doorway she surveyed what must’ve been a very odd scene. Her adult daughter was standing naked next to her stripped bed, the smell of urine wafting across the room and me looking at her like a deer in the headlights. “What’s all this?” Mom said as she stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. “I… Erm…” I needed my brain to engage but it was stuck in neutral. “Where’s your pull-up?” Mom asked. I swallowed nervously. Under Mom’s intense glare I was quickly wilting. My half-baked plan to hide what I had done had unravelled immediately. I crouched down and reached under the bed. Slowly but surely, I pulled out the soaked disposable underwear. Standing up I held the pull-up in front of me. “I see.” Mom said. She wasn’t angry like I thought she would’ve been. Instead, her voice was worryingly flat, “And you were trying to hide it?” I swallowed and then nodded my head. I kept my eyes on the floor where a small wet patch has formed. This was so humiliating. “Do you remember what happened when you tried to hide the evidence before?” Mom asked. I froze up. Surely Mom wasn’t referring to what I thought she was. When I had been a teenager and started having accidents, I had tried to hide it just like this. Most mothers, I assumed, would reassure their daughters that everything was alright. Mine decided I need to be punished for not telling her what was going on. I looked up just in time to see Mom’s hand shoot out towards my wrist. “Stop!” I yelped but it was already too late. Mom sat down on the edge of my bed and pulled me down across her lap. I flailed but I wasn’t going anywhere, even if I could get off Mom’s lap I had nowhere to go and would likely only make the inevitable punishment worse. That didn’t help me right then though, as my legs kicked up and down like a toddler on the verge of a tantrum. “When will you learn?” Mom asked rhetorically. I opened my mouth but the sudden sound of a hand smacking into my backside killed any words before I had the chance to speak them. I immediately tensed up my butt and squealed as I felt the stinging pain spreading quickly underneath the skin. A second spank landed on my other cheek and tears welled up in my eyes. Aside from the pain, this was so humiliating. At twenty-three years-old instead of being out working or having fun with friends I was over my mother’s knees as if nothing had changed in the last couple of decades. My balled up wet bedsheets were right in front of me, a reminder of why this was happening. I quickly lost count of the spanks. I could feel blood rushing to my head as I let it hang low. I was sniffling and sobbing, occasionally letting out groans as a particularly hard spank landed. By the time it stopped my butt felt like it was black and blue though I was sure it was actually a bright red just like my face. There was silence apart from my light sobs, I wasn’t going to get up unless Mom told me to. “Have you learnt your lesson?” Mom asked. Despite all the spanking it didn’t sound like she’d exerted herself at all. I nodded my head. “I can’t hear you.” Mom said sternly. “Yes, Mom…” I choked out. “What did you do wrong?” Mom asked. I closed my eyes tightly in shame. This was entirely like my childhood punishments. The spanking was always followed by drilling into me what I shouldn’t have done. I felt very small as I continued to balance across my Mom’s lap. “I… I should’ve told you that I…” This was so incredibly humiliating, “That I wet the bed.” “That’s right.” Mom said, “And you shouldn’t have tried to hide the evidence.” “I’m sorry.” I sniffed back the tears that threatened to roll down my red face. “Alright, get up.” Mom said. She patted my ass a couple of times and although they weren’t nearly as bad as the spanks, on my bruised bottom they still made me wince. I slowly pushed myself off Mom’s lap and stood up. My hands instantly went to my sore bottom where I gingerly tried to assess the damage. Maybe time had made me forget how much Mom’s spanks hurt but this one seemed more painful than the spankings I had experienced in my youth. I remained in place as Mom got up and went to my drawer where the pull-ups had been left. She pulled one out and returned to me. “Since I can’t trust you with your pull-ups I will have to put them on you.” Mom said with a put upon sigh. Mom crouched down and held the padded underwear open. I lifted one leg and slipped it through the hole feeling the papery leg bands against my skin and shuddering. My second foot came up and repeated the process. No sooner had my foot touched the floor then Mom pulled on the disposable causing it to slide up past my knees, over my thighs and then finally settling around my waist. “Right, go downstairs for breakfast. I have a call to make.” Mom said. --- If you enjoyed this and would like to see the next part of the story RIGHT NOW you can do so on my SubscribeStar and Ream pages: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mdh29ek3e3dbbd/chapter/mfequtp29c63647 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2059816

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. --- Every update I post is available on my Ream and SubscribeStar pages one week before it is posted everywhere else. For $5 you can see everything I post before the rest of the diapered world. For $10 you can see every update early plus EVERY exclusive story I have written. That's 35 stories available ONLY on my subscription pages and nowhere else! I rely on my wonderful subscriber's support to be able to write like I do. Writing is my only income and the money I earn goes to help paying the bills, food and everything else my wife and I need. Everyone's support is HUGELY appreciated, without it I would have to find other work and I wouldn't be able to write nearly as much as I do, maybe at all. So thank you to everyone who checks out my subscriber pages and considers supporting me ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- 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 --- Three Months Later… --- 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. --- If you enjoyed this story you can go and check out the start of a BRAND NEW story right now! Sallas 2: The Gilded Cage has just started over on my SubscribeStar and Ream pages: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mf967rdsf7db10 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2054712

Alice has to face her mother after the public accident. Unfortunately, things continue to get worse as her mother's anger is quick to spill over. --- Every update I post is available on my Ream and SubscribeStar pages one week before it is posted everywhere else. For $5 you can see everything I post before the rest of the diapered world. For $10 you can see every update early plus EVERY exclusive story I have written. That's 35 stories available ONLY on my subscription pages and nowhere else! I rely on my wonderful subscriber's support to be able to write like I do. Writing is my only income and the money I earn goes to help paying the bills, food and everything else my wife and I need. Everyone's support is HUGELY appreciated, without it I would have to find other work and I wouldn't be able to write nearly as much as I do, maybe at all. So thank you to everyone who checks out my subscriber pages and considers supporting me ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Before long I was back in my bedroom. Mom took me straight over to my bed and then grabbed the waistband of my skirt and pulled down. Shocked as I was by the sudden move I lowered my hands to hide my panties. Mom just rolled her eyes. She grabbed hold of my wrist and sat on the bed pulling me down. I stumbled over her lap until I was fully bent over. This was a position I knew well from my childhood. Most children stop getting spanked when they reach a certain age. Not me. I was spanked whenever I disobeyed mom right up until I left for college. The first spank took me by surprise and I squealed. It hurt but the embarrassment was far worse. Being taken over my mother’s knee like a toddler really brought me back to my adolescence. As the spanks continued to land on my rear end, I closed my eyes and imagined what friends and family would think if they saw me like this. What would Kat say if she knew I was being spanked? “Under this house you follow my rules.” Mom said as she tanned my backside. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” I exclaimed, “I’ll wear the training pants!” The spanks continued to thud into my backside until I was on the verge of tears. I could imagine that my butt was turning a very angry shade of red, and I could feel the stinging pain going all the way through me, I was quite sure I’d be bruised after mom’s discipline had finished. “Oh, I know you will.” Mom said with self-assurance. As the spanking drew to a close, I had noticed that I needed the bathroom. I don’t know if it was the spanking shaking my bladder up or if it was a coincidence, but I needed to pee quite a bit. As I clambered off mom’s lap, I quickly wiped my eyes of the tears that I’d managed to avoid shedding and rubbed my backside. “Don’t think that just because you’ve been to college that you are exempt from my rules and the consequences of breaking them.” Mom said as she walked over to where I had left the training pants earlier, “It is my house, and these are my rules.” I already knew that mom ruled the house as her own personal kingdom. She was a dictator who didn’t suffer fools gladly. It was her way or the highway and since I didn’t have a lot of options I would have to be on my best behaviour if I wanted to be able to sit down with hurting my bruised backside. “Now take those panties off.” Mom said. I waited for mom to give me some privacy. I thought she would at least turn around but instead she just waited with an expression practically daring me to disobey. I swallowed hard as I reached and hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my underwear. “Mom, can I…” I started. “Now.” Mom interrupted, “Unless you want to go back over my knee.” I had taken just about all the spanks I could handle. With my face burning from embarrassment, I slowly lowered my panties until I was standing in front of mom with nothing covering my lower half. All of a sudden, I couldn’t get into the training pants soon enough. With my hands over my private parts I hurried across to the thick underwear with mom watching every step. I fumbled with them as I attempted to keep myself covered as well as putting the training pants on. “Excellent.” Mom said, “Now you can come down and help me with the washing up. Don’t bother with the skirt.” I had just been about to grab a skirt to cover up the embarrassing underwear when mom stopped me. I stood back up and looked down at my new underwear. They were distinctly childish. The baby pink didn’t suit me at all and the cartoon princess waving a want along with the words “I’m a Big Girl!” just seemed to taunt me. Mom walked to the bedroom door and then held the door open. I kept my head bowed as I left my room. The thickness of the training pants became even more obvious as I walked. Each step caused the thicker than usual material to rub against my thighs. As I walked down the landing the bathroom loomed in front of me next to the top of the stairs, a reminder of how much I needed to pee. I started making my way inside when mom cleared her throat behind me. I turned around. “You can visit the potty after the washing up is done.” Mom said. “But…” I started. It felt like something big had changed. It wasn’t just Mom being strict, it was something more. She’d had enough of me, and it felt like she was letting me know that it didn’t matter how old I was, she was the boss, and she wasn’t going to put up with me defying her. I trembled slightly. She’d always been strict but now I felt something else towards her. I felt fear. When I saw Mom’s icy look I decided not to argue any further. If I wanted to use the toilet, I would just have to get the washing up done as quickly as possible. I went downstairs and tried to forget how I was dressed, it was easier said than done as the cool air on my naked legs was a constant reminder of what I wasn’t wearing. Mom followed me to the kitchen. “I don’t want you to think I’m not fair.” Mom said as she went over to the sink, “I’ll do the washing, and you do the drying.” I wasn’t going to argue with being given what I saw as the easier job. That said, as I took up position with the dishcloths I felt another pang of warning from my bladder. My bladder hadn’t been giving me much warning recently, so I was more than a little concerned. As Mom turned away to turn on the faucets and start cleaning the first plate I pressed my thighs together. I was distracted as well, by the stinging radiating through my butt. Washing up shouldn’t take long. That was my opinion at least, it seemed Mom had different ideas. She washed one thing at a time and seemed to take an age making sure everything was spotless before handing it to me to dry. Normally, apart from the boredom, it wouldn’t bother me but now it seemed like a test. Handling all of these wet items was seemingly putting even more strain on my bladder. I tried to hurry things along but every time I hadn’t done a thorough job with drying Mom would make me pick whatever it was back up and dry it some more. At one point she noticed a tiny spot of dried food on one of the plates and started the whole cycle of washing it again. “Mom, please can I go to the toilet?” I asked. I felt stupid. I was twenty-three years-old and asking permission to use the bathroom, “It will only take a minute.” “We’re nearly done.” Mom replied. I let out a whine. Mom might’ve been nearly done with the washing up, but my bladder was nearly done as well. I was trying to keep my legs squeezed tightly closed and was practically hopping from foot to foot, when Mom wasn’t looking, I put my hand down to my crotch, anything I could do to reinforce my struggling bladder. It seemed to go on and on. If anything, Mom seemed to be getting slower and seemed oblivious to my struggle. As she started washing the pots and pans, she had used to cook I felt like I was at the end of my short tether. I was still debating what to do and whether I could run off to the bathroom when my bladder sphincter opened slightly. I was drying a glass when I felt a short stream of urine suddenly wet the training pants. “Careful!” Mom exclaimed. I had dropped the glass in shock. It hit the side of the sink but mercifully didn’t break. It did, however, roll back into the soapy water meaning it would have to go through the cleaning cycle again. I was hardly paying attention though. I could feel the urine get absorbed by the training pants, it felt cold and uncomfortable but that was the least of my problems. That small leak had only been a portent for things to come, my bladder was screaming at me to relax and let it empty. My brain felt frozen. I didn’t know what to do. Part of me wanted to run for the bathroom but the other part didn’t want to disobey Mom and risk another punishment. I came to the sinking realisation that it didn’t really matter what I decided to do my bladder was waving the white flag and I had only seconds left before disaster. I felt the rush of urine towards the exit. My mouth hung open as I froze and a second later, I felt the training pants suddenly warm as they filled with pee. They didn’t last long. The training pants were meant for tiny leaks from mostly potty-trained children. The dam burst and I could feel the urine streaming down my legs. Soon there was a puddle forming around my feet as I stood frozen and looking down at the accident that I couldn’t stop. “What’s that noise?” Mom asked as she continued to scrub a pan. The noise was pee dripping from the bottom of my soaked training pants into the puddle underneath me. It was quickly cooling and becoming uncomfortable. I opened my legs a little as the urine continued to stream down to the floor. The “I’m a Big Girl!” message on the front of the saturated underwear now felt like a cruel taunt. “Mom…” I said quietly. “Yes, I told you that you can use the bathroom when we’re done.” Mom said without turning around. “Mom…” I repeated. “What?” Mom turned around impatiently. I could feel my face turning a deep red as Mom looked at me and slowly lowered her gaze towards the ground. I could see her eyes widen in shock when she saw the puddle I was stood in. Her mouth opened and closed several times as I sniffed back tears. “I… I’m sorry…” I gasped as sobs threatened to overwhelm me. “Get upstairs!” Mom shouted, “Now!” I didn’t wait around to see what happened if I failed to obey. I quickly hurried out of the room leaving footprints on the floor as I ran towards the stairs as fast as I dared. I heard Mom exclaiming about the puddle I’d left as I made my way upstairs. I reached the bathroom and sat on the toilet without bothering to lower the sopping wet underwear. “I told her I needed the toilet!” I exclaimed to myself as I lowered my head to my hands, “Why didn’t she listen!?” This was a nightmare. By the time I had sat on the toilet there was nothing left to come out of me. As I lowered my head to my hands in despair, I heard the occasional drip of urine that had soaked through my underwear and was now falling into the toilet. I felt despondent. A minute previously I could’ve been sat on the toilet and there wouldn’t have been an issue, now I had been comprehensively embarrassed. I heard Mom coming up the stairs a couple of minutes later. She reached the landing and looked into the bathroom to see me still sitting on the toilet. I chanced a small look and could see that she was far from happy. After such a humiliating event may might expect their mom to put their arm around them and say everything was going to be alright. I knew I wasn’t going to get that from my mother. “Take off those panties, clean yourself up and meet me in your bedroom.” Mom instructed as she turned away and stomped towards my room. I sniffed back tears as I slowly stood up and closed the bathroom door. Peeling my soaked panties off my crotch and lowering them down my legs was gross. I stepped out of them and straight into the shower. If I could’ve done, I would’ve stayed in the shower forever. I cleaned myself all over with special attention paid to my crotch and legs. Even then I still felt dirty. It didn’t seem like any amount of soap and water would wash that feeling away. I let the water run over me as I tried to work out where to go from here. Obviously, Mom was very upset that I had disobeyed her and I don’t think pissing all over the kitchen had improved her mood at all. “Alice!” Mom’s voice from the other side of the door almost made me lose my balance, “Hurry up. I don’t have all evening.” “Coming!” I called back. Her voice coming out of nowhere had almost made me fall through the side of the shower. --- If you enjoyed this and would like to see the next part of the story RIGHT NOW you can do so on my SubscribeStar and Ream pages: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mdh29ek3e3dbbd/chapter/mf52d7pf8a79aa6 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2054110

Emily wants a chance at growing up and Amelia is going to give it to her. However, being grown up means taking on some adult responsibilities that Emily has been shirking since long before her her personal circumstances changed. How will she cope? --- Every update I post is available on my Ream and SubscribeStar pages one week before it is posted everywhere else. For $5 you can see everything I post before the rest of the diapered world. For $10 you can see every update early plus EVERY exclusive story I have written. That's 35 stories available ONLY on my subscription pages and nowhere else! I rely on my wonderful subscriber's support to be able to write like I do. Writing is my only income and the money I earn goes to help paying the bills, food and everything else my wife and I need. Everyone's support is HUGELY appreciated, without it I would have to find other work and I wouldn't be able to write nearly as much as I do, maybe at all. So thank you to everyone who checks out my subscriber pages and considers supporting me ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Emily tried her best. It all felt so weird. The baby clothes were back in the closet, the bars on the bed had been removed, the playpen and toys had disappeared, things were almost back to normal. The one thing Emily couldn’t leave behind was the diapers, for obvious reasons, though she was now allowed to change them herself which was a very strange feeling. It was difficult. Emily found she had to learn how to do a lot of relatively simple chores because she had never spent much time doing them before. Unfortunately, she wasn’t very good at them. The first time she tried operating the washing machine she ended up accidentally turning all of Amelia’s whites a light shade of pink when she left some colourful stuff in the batch. She had managed to drop a plate when emptying the dishwasher, she had left a stain on the carpet when she used the wrong cleaner, and when she had briefly tried helping in the garden, she ended up cutting the flowers and leaving the weeds. Every time she made a mistake, she felt so small, especially when she was told off afterwards. Several times she almost found herself in tears. She was included in decisions made around the house and was talked to like an adult. Which was difficult to get used to. Every time she was asked her opinion on something she ended up just shrugging her shoulders or saying, “I dunno.” That was something that didn’t change and Emily was getting increasingly embarrassed about it. Emily was still drooling everywhere, she had to keep a packet of tissues with her at all times, and her speech was still not right. It had been bad when she was a “baby” but now she was an adult and she was still lisping and slurring as if she hadn’t mastered speech. What really worried Emily was the job interview she had lined up. It had been quite a long time since she had last had a job and just waiting for it was causing her all sorts of anxiety. It was a simple data entry job at an office, she’d only been able to swing it because the person hiring was a friend of Catherine. “This is a real opportunity.” Amelia reminded Emily as they drove to the interview, “Are you ready?” “Stop putting pressure on her!” Catherine playfully said as she patted Amelia on the shoulder. Emily swallowed nervously. She was in the back though thankfully not in the car seat. The overgrown toddler seat was still on the backseat and Emily was sitting next to it. She looked at it with complicated emotions. It seemed to represent everything she was trying to get away from and yet there was a certain comfort to it. In a state of anxiety like she was in right then the car seat seemed almost preferable. At least then she only had to worry about being seen. Wearing her nicest and most formal dress for the interview, Emily almost felt like a fully-fledged grown-up. It was only the wet diaper underneath that reminded her where she was coming from. It had been dry when they had left the house but even the short drive had been enough for Emily to need it. Any chance at potty training seemed a long way off. “You’ll be fine.” Catherine said as she turned and looked back at Emily, “This is really just a formality. My friend says the job’s yours already really.” Emily watched as a large building loomed up in the distance. Amelia steered the car into the parking lot and pulled up. For a couple of seconds Emily stayed in the car looking at the building and fiddling nervously with her fingers. She wished she had her pacifier… No, she needed to stop thinking like that. “Good luck.” Amelia said. Emily opened the door and stepped outside. She started walking towards the building feeling more nervous than ever. Glancing back at the car she saw Catherine and Amelia waving; it was like having two very supportive moms. Emily turned forwards and puffed out her cheeks as she walked across the lot to the automatic sliding doors. The lobby of the building was air conditioned and as Emily stepped over the threshold she was hit by the cooler air. On the far side of the large room were a couple of elevators, to the left there was a desk with a couple of receptionists behind it. On the right was a waiting area. There were a lot of people in suits talking around small tables or waiting for something. Emily felt incredibly out of place. This was a world she didn’t feel like she belonged to. She started making her way across the lobby to the bathrooms. Knowing she had virtually no control of either her bladder or bowels she wanted to go and do her best to empty herself before her interview, just in case. “Can I help you?” A receptionist asked as Emily started walking. “I, erm, I’m here for an interview on…” Emily started. “Emily, right? Emily Davies?” The receptionist was already typing on her computer. Emily looked over to the bathroom but what to the desk instead. She could always visit the toilet afterwards. “Yeth.” Emily heard her lisp and winced. She was doing her best to articulate everything as carefully as possible. She saw the receptionist’s eyes dart up to look at her. “OK, you can head straight up.” The receptionist said with a smile. “Oh, I… I thought I wath early?” Emily replied. “You are, but the person interviewing you as asked us to send you right up.” The receptionist said with her professional smile. “OK.” Emily turned away from the desk and started walking towards the elevators at the back of the room. The toilet would have to wait. Maybe once she got up to the floor, she was going to she could quickly disappear into a cubicle before the interview started. She was alone in the elevator, which was nice, though as she watched the floor counter tick up, she felt increasingly nervous. Imposter Syndrome was kicking in, not that she couldn’t do the job but that she shouldn’t be there among all these professionals at all. Her diaper had never felt so big and obvious. Emily spotted the bathrooms a little down the hall and started heading that way. A door behind her opened and an older man stuck his head out. “Emily? Please, come in. My name’s Fred Walker.” The older man smiled and went back into his office holding the door open with an outstretched hand. It seemed rude to tell him to wait, Emily thought, when this was an interview and she was supposed to be giving the best impression of herself. She looked at the bathroom again and then took a deep breath as she turned back down the hallway and walked into the office. It was a neat looking room with a desk opposite the door and hanging about it a rather large oil painting of the building they were currently in. Emily walked inside feeling like a child called to the principal’s office more than a prospective employee. “Have a seat. I hope you found us without issue.” Fred said as he indicated a comfortable looking chair in front of the desk. “We did, Mithter Walker.” Emily lisped. She was nervous and finding it harder to get her mouth to do what she wanted. “Please, call me Fred.” The manager said with a warm smile as he sat down behind his desk. The man seemed nice. If Emily hadn’t been so nervous and unsure of herself, she was sure it would’ve put her at ease. As it was, she could feel her heartrate and thoughts going at a mile per minute as she sank down into the chair and felt her warm diaper press against her body. She swallowed and tried to compose herself as Fred sat down opposite her. “Alright, well, why don’t you tell me a little about yourself?” Fred asked as he sat back in his chair. It was clear he was trying to make this all seem as informal as possible. “Me? Well, I’m a woman who only wants to lay around at home watching TV and playing games. I’m so bad at being an adult my wife relegated me to a baby and I’m not sure if she was wrong to do that. I’m helplessly incontinent, drool everywhere and mostly drink breastmilk even when trying to be “big” because I love the taste. Oh, and did I mention I’ve been replaced as wife by my therapist who bangs my wife more nights than not whilst I lay in the spare bedroom with my princess parts straining in their cage?” “Emily?” Fred said gently, “A little about yourself?” “Oh, erm…” Emily shook her head to clear her mind, “I dun know what to thay.” Every time Emily’s mouth failed to make exactly the sound, she wanted it felt like a fresh knife stabbed into her tiny amount of confidence. She saw the way Fred looked at her, like she was a little girl. “Well, what are your hobbies?” Fred asked patiently. “Hobbies? Well, recently I’ve been playing with a lot of toys. I’ve become proficient in being towers with blocks and making scenes with my dolls. Could I offer you a pretend cup of tea, Mr. Walker? My teddy bear says it’s the nicest he’s ever tasted.” “I…” Emily tried to think of something to say. What did grown-ups like to do? “Just relax, Emily.” Fred said with a warm smile, “I can see you’re nervous. There’s really nothing to worry about. Shall we move on?” Emily nodded her head and looked down at her feet. None of this was helping her feel like anything more than a child. Right then, she longed to be back in the playpen being a good girl for Mommy and Catherine. She watched her potential future boss note some things down. “Alright, so as you know this is an office job. There will be a lot of typing and organising of documents. Do you have any experience of that?” Fred asked. “Typing? After all the time as a baby even typing on my phone screen is a struggle. Organising? Does organising my stuffies by colour count?” “Erm, not really.” Emily admitted. How pathetic, she thought, she didn’t even feel qualified for this basic entry-level job, “B-But I’m a quick learner!” “That’s good.” Fred replied with a nod, “How about the future? We often promote from within. Do you see yourself having a career here? Moving up the ladder? Where would you say you see yourself in five years, for instance?” “Mr. Walker, I feel like if you give me any sort of responsibility, I’ll get a nosebleed and cry… not necessarily in that order. In five years, I hope I might be potty trained.” “I’m not sure.” Emily said. She knew quite quickly it wasn’t the answer Mr. Walker wanted but it was the truth. She wasn’t sure where she wanted to be in five minutes yet alone five years. “Alright, if we were to hire you is there any special accommodations we would have to make?” Fred asked, “Anything you want to tell us about your personal circumstances that we could help you with?” “No!” Emily answered very quickly and firmly. She could see the forcefulness of her answer had taken Fred back but it was an instinctive reaction to the question. Emily didn’t want anyone to know about her diapers even if it would be impossible to keep secret if she started working there. She had no real control over her potty functions, sooner or later people would notice when she started to smell or when the diaper leaked. No doubt Mr. Walker had also noticed her drooling a little even if she tried to remember to wipe her mouth as often as possible, and her speech issues were blatant as well. “Alright, we have a little typing proficiency test we’d like you to take.” Fred said, “But first I’ll give you a quick tour around the office. Come with me.” --- If you enjoyed this and would like to see the next part of the story RIGHT NOW you can do so on my SubscribeStar and Ream pages: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/m1cuafz5dm/chapter/mezmywxpac032546 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2041557

Alice is gifted some new underwear by her mother. --- Every update I post is available on my Ream and SubscribeStar pages one week before it is posted everywhere else. For $5 you can see everything I post before the rest of the diapered world. For $10 you can see every update early plus EVERY exclusive story I have written. That's 35 stories available ONLY on my subscription pages and nowhere else! I rely on my wonderful subscriber's support to be able to write like I do. Writing is my only income and the money I earn goes to help paying the bills, food and everything else my wife and I need. Everyone's support is HUGELY appreciated, without it I would have to find other work and I wouldn't be able to write nearly as much as I do, maybe at all. So thank you to everyone who checks out my subscriber pages and considers supporting me ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Mom reached out and opened the front door without any warning. Cringing as I was, I didn’t see her doing so until I heard it opening, I quickly lowered my skirt before anyone might’ve seen me showing off my panties. I wanted to shout at mom for not giving me a warning, but I knew better than to actually do it. I smoothed out my skirt and followed mom out to the car. I only learned where we were going as the car pulled up to the library. It was a fairly modern looking building and quite big as far as libraries went. It was used by a mixture of the local population and students at the local college. My mom had tried pressuring me to go to the local college to keep me close by but there was no way I was going to do that if I had an option further away. I followed mom out of the car and into the air-conditioned building. We briefly stopped at the desk so mom could show her library card whereas I got a visitor permit, it basically meant I wouldn’t be able to take any books out which was fine with me since I didn’t plan on doing so. “Why are we here?” I whispered to mom as we walked into a large room full of books. “I’m looking for something to read.” Mom replied. It was obvious really, but I wasn’t used to mom doing anything just for the enjoyment of it. I was bored very quickly. Mom started wondering slowly through the shelves whilst I stayed at one of the tables. I contented myself with people watching. It felt like we were going to be there for hours as mom seemed to take every other book off the shelf to read the back before returning it. I rested my head on my hand as I waited. There didn’t seem to be any reason why I was there. “Psst… Alice. Come here.” I heard mom whispering for me. I looked up to see her waving me over. She had three books in her hands. When I walked over mom quickly dumped the books into my arms. Almost as soon as I felt the weight of the books in my hands, I felt a pang in my bladder. I swallowed as I was quite forcefully reminded of the church and the accident that had occurred there. “Where’s the bathroom?” I immediately asked. I wasn’t willing to repeat the mistakes of the past. “Bathroom?” Mom replied distractedly as she looked at some more books, “Not in here. There’s a public restroom outside, we can stop there before leaving for home.” That seemed like it might be a problem because the pressure seemed to be growing fast. It was just like the day in the church, and I could feel myself panicking already. I couldn’t embarrass myself again. My knees trembled as I held mom’s books. Mom didn’t seem in any hurry as she continued to slowly look through the books on the shelf. How many books was she planning to take out? I knew that I was in trouble, but I was still surprised by how sudden my total loss of control came on. I was squeezing my legs together and trying to distract myself when I felt liquid trickling out of me. I gasped as the small dribble was contained by the thick material around my crotch. I had been so against wearing these training panties but now I felt like they weren’t going to be enough. “Mom… I need to go!” I whined desperately. I could hear how childish I sounded but I couldn’t help it. I knew I wasn’t going to get very far regardless. Mom looked at me impatiently and then down at the pile of books in my hands. She seemed to be weighing up whether they would satiate her literary needs whilst I writhed and desperately tried to keep control. “Fine, we can go.” Mom said. She walked past me and back into the open communal area. I turned around to follow her and felt another tremor as another dribble of urine escaped by clenching bladder. I let out a whine as I tried to follow mom. I had to shuffle awkwardly as I clenched everything and desperately tried to hold on. I was going slowly, moving strangely and attracting attention from a lot of nearby people who clearly wondered what I was doing. It was about halfway to the desk when I lost control completely. I felt a rush of heat and immediately knew I was about to flood my training pants. I let out a pathetic whine and dropped the books I was carrying causing even more attention to come my way. I automatically lowered my hands and grabbed my crotch. The warmth was already spreading through the cotton training pants but they weren’t made to withstand what I was doing, and it was mere seconds until the dam burst and the heat start flowing down my legs. “Mom!” I cried out desperately though what I expected her to do I had no idea. With all eyes turned towards me I wanted a hole to open up underneath my feet. I heard the noise of water running as the saturated material of the panties waved the white flag and my accident flowed out of them like a waterfall on to the carpeted floor. Trickles were also running down my legs and into my shoes as I wet myself helplessly. My hands were still grabbing at my crotch though they did nothing to avert the disaster that was happening, instead they were just getting soaking wet as well. The carpet around me now had a big wet stain and it was still growing as my bladder emptied relentlessly. My face was burning with shame, and I started crying. Through my tears I could see mom looking at me in astonishment. I didn’t dare look around to the dozen or so people who were also staring in transfixed fascination. My bladder finally finished its traitorous emptying, but I remained frozen. I was sobbing in humiliated shame. I couldn’t believe this had happened again, twice in two days I’d had unprovoked accidents in public. After a couple of seconds my fight or flight response kicked in and I ran towards the exit. I pushed past a couple of people who were just coming in and ran all the way to mom’s car. I slumped down against the car and cried loudly. “Really, Alice? Again?” Mom’s voice broke the stillness of the car park, and I looked around to see her standing by the hood of the car with her hands on her hips. “I… couldn’t help it.” I replied though my sobs. “I thought you had just graduated college rather than kindergarten.” Mom said acidly. I wanted to cuss mom out, but I didn’t have the strength. I couldn’t exactly argue she was wrong with her cold calculation either. I went back to my quiet sobbing as mom walked around the car. I looked down and lifted my skirt to see my soaked training panties, fortunately I was sheltered from public view by other vehicles. The trunk opened and I heard my mom pull something out. She walked around next to me and opened the rear passenger door. Just like after my previous accident mom put down the blanket and held the door open for me, I stood up and saw the big wet spot where my butt had been. With my head hanging I climbed in and sat down. “I’ll be right back.” Mom said as she unceremoniously shut the door. I took a deep breath as I tried to calm myself down. I didn’t look out to see where mom was going, to be truthful I was just glad to have some time in relative solitude. It gave me some time to think about everything that was happening. I wondered if I should see a doctor about these sudden accidents. I was fine the previous evening but during the day and night I had become like a leaky faucet. I bit my nails forgetting where my hands had so recently been and got the overpowering scent of my pee. It had to be stress, I thought, these accidents must be happening because I’m really stressed again. If I was honest being at home was more stressful than when I had been studying for my finals. I looked in the wing mirror and could see that I looked a mess. The tears streaked my cheeks, and my eyes were puffy and red. I had to get myself together. Mom came back about fifteen minutes later but she approached the car from the rear, so I didn’t see where she had come from or what she had brought with her. When I heard the trunk shut I jumped and felt another small dribble escape me. “This is getting out of hand.” Mom looked like she was seething as she sat down behind the steering wheel, “I was invited to a book club held at that library. I will not be able to show my face there now.” I cringed as mom turned the engine on. I was grateful that the radio filled what would otherwise be a very quiet and awkward journey home. Yet again, as soon I got in the door, I fled up to my room before mom could say or do anything. I wanted to lock the door behind me and exist separate from a world I couldn’t stop embarrassing myself in. --- I did my best to avoid Mom. After showering and getting changed into a pair of regular panties I decided to hide out in my room. I didn’t think Mom wanted to talk to me after I had embarrassed her earlier and I was certainly happy to have some space. I turned on my computer with the idea of playing some games, but a message popped up before I could load anything. “Hey! How are you?” Kat asked. “Not great, to be honest.” I replied. “Oh no.” Kat responded along with a frowning emoji, “What’s up?” “Just… stuff.” I typed. I couldn’t exactly tell Kat the truth. I wasn’t about to admit to her that I was having regular accidents, even in public. What I had originally thought was simply some stress induced bed wetting was seemingly something more serious. I made a mental note to make a doctor’s appointment. “Your Mom being a bitch?” Kat asked. “Kat!” I replied. I had to chuckle at her cheeky message. I had made it quite clear to all my friends what living at home was like for me, “She’s just strict. You know, it’s just her way.” “Well, if she gives you any trouble tell her she’ll have me to deal with.” Kat said. I typed a couple of laughing emojis and then told Kat I was going to play some games so wouldn’t be responding. It was blissfully relaxing to let go of all the anxieties I had been facing recently. I decided on a relaxing sandbox-style building game where there was no pressure for results and I could just chill out. It felt like I needed that more than anything else. “Alice, I want you to help me with dinner.” Mom’s voice was coming from right behind me! I startled and as I did so I felt a small dribble of urine enter my thin panties. I hadn’t heard her come in. She hadn’t even bothered to knock. I could’ve been doing anything in my room! “Mom, you need to knock before you come in.” I said as I felt my heartrate returning to normal. “Oh, do I?” Mom asked with arched eyebrows, “This is my house, young lady.” “I know, but…” I started. “Just come down to help me with dinner.” Mom interrupted, “And make sure you’re wearing your training pants.” I felt a flush of humiliation wash over me as if a bucket had been tipped over my head. Once mom had left the room I stood up and went over to my underwear drawer. Next to all my panties there were some pairs that were clearly a little thicker and a lot more childish. Each of them had cartoon characters and superheroes on the front. “I can’t believe I have to do this…” I muttered. I scowled at the training pants that had invaded my underwear drawer. They were taking up far too much real estate for my liking. I reached in and lifted a pair of the thick cotton underpants, they were pink with a picture of a popular female superhero on the front. I couldn’t believe mom wanted me to wear these things, regardless of what had happened, we were at home, and it wasn’t like I wouldn’t just go to the toilet if I needed. The training pants were put back in the drawer and instead I picked up a pair of my regular panties. I was going to prove I didn’t need the stupid “protection” at all. With the panties pulled up my legs and a skirt over the top I was ready to head downstairs. “Alice! Don’t make me come back up there!” Mom called from downstairs. “Coming!” I shouted back. My mom was so overbearing. As I went downstairs, I could smell dinner cooking in the oven. I went down the hallway and through to the kitchen where Mom was pulling a tray out of the stove and preparing a couple of plates. I sat down at the table. “Oh, don’t worry about helping.” Mom said sarcastically, “I can handle everything.” I rolled my eyes. I knew from past experience that whenever I tried to help mom just complained I was getting in the way and told me to go sit down. She just liked to complain. After a couple of minutes mom brought the plates over to the table and sat down herself. For all the negatives of living with mom the cooking was not one of them. Dinner was delicious as it always was. The downside being having to listen to mom. Her idea of table “conversation” was half gossiping about people she knew and I didn’t, and half complaining about me. I made every effort to eat as fast as possible so I could retreat to my room. I kind of needed the bathroom. “May I be excused?” I asked before I’d even finished chewing the last mouthful. Before Mom had time to say anything I stood up and took a couple of steps towards the door. “Hold on.” Mom said. I heard her put her knife and fork down as I froze in place, “Come over here.” “Why?” I asked without turning around. “Come here.” Mom said. Her voice was stern, I knew she wasn’t kidding around. She never kidded around. I slowly turned around to face her. She was looking at me with an icy stare and as I rounded the table she didn’t take her eyes off me. I tried to act as nonchalantly as possible, but I couldn’t help but feel like she had some kind of x-ray vision, that she knew something was wrong. No sooner was I in range of mom’s arm than she reached and pulled me closer. “Mom, I…” I started. “Shush.” Mom replied. I let out a sigh and closed my eyes as mom took hold of the bottom of my skirt and lifted it up to show the panties underneath. She let go and the soft material fluttered back down. When I opened my eyes mom was standing in front of me. She took my wrist and started pulling me towards the stairs. “Mom…” I tried again. “Quiet.” Mom said, “I gave you a very clear instruction and you have disobeyed me.” I stumbled along behind mom as I was practically dragged to the stairs. I wanted to argue against her, but I couldn’t deny that I had ignored what she told me to do. I was twenty-three years-old though, not a child, I was able to make my own choices with what I wore. None of that mattered to my mom though. --- If you enjoyed this and would like to see the next part of the story RIGHT NOW you can do so on my SubscribeStar and Ream pages: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mdh29ek3e3dbbd/chapter/mev9x3pa7c59d95 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2034433

We are nearing the end of the story and Emily has a very special request to make of Amelia. --- Every update I post is available on my Ream and SubscribeStar pages one week before it is posted everywhere else. For $5 you can see everything I post before the rest of the diapered world. For $10 you can see every update early plus EVERY exclusive story I have written. That's 35 stories available ONLY on my subscription pages and nowhere else! I rely on my wonderful subscriber's support to be able to write like I do. Writing is my only income and the money I earn goes to help paying the bills, food and everything else my wife and I need. Everyone's support is HUGELY appreciated, without it I would have to find other work and I wouldn't be able to write nearly as much as I do, maybe at all. So thank you to everyone who checks out my subscriber pages and considers supporting me ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- The car ride home had been less than fun. Emily had spent the whole journey sliding around inside her poopy diaper. By the time she was on the changing table the mess was everywhere. The cleanup had been a nightmare and eventually Amelia had given up and instead took Emily to the shower to hose her down. The rest of the evening had been awkward. Emily stayed quiet and withdrawn until she was taken to bed. “Goodnight, baby.” Amelia said, “Sweet dreams.” Emily didn’t say anything in reply. Her Mommy left the room, turning off the light and closing the door behind her. Emily stared up to the ceiling above the crib with a lot on her mind. More and more she had been thinking of herself as nothing but a baby, she had remained passive and allowed Amelia to essentially tell her what she wanted. But now she was thinking about what Catherine had mentioned days before. About growing up. Was “growing up” something that Emily wanted? She still remembered what her life had been like before the changes started. Being lazy on the couch, playing games and watching TV all day… it was all she had wanted. But she understood it wasn’t good enough. If she was going to be “big” it would mean a lot more than just putting the toys away, it would mean taking on responsibilities and getting a job. Did she want to do that? To nearly anyone else Emily imagined it wouldn’t even be a question. Surely no sane adult would choose to live like she was. But then she remembered Davina and the ABDLs who apparently DID want to live as babies all the time. She wasn’t an ABDL though, she was pretty sure of that now. Even if she tolerated everything that had happened to be a good girl, she couldn’t say she actively enjoyed it in the same way Davina described ABDLs enjoying it. Which begged the question: What did Emily want? On the one hand, in many ways she had a very easy life with no expectations. It felt like her previous lifestyle where she abdicated all her responsibilities on steroids. She had found purpose in being a good girl and had even discovered that her relationship with her wife had massively improved, even with Catherine being brought into the relationship. However, these positives were balanced by a boatload of negatives. For a start, life as a baby was frequently very dull. Hours upon hours were spent in her playpen playing with silly little toys or watching baby shows which felt like they were melting her brain. With such a regimented schedule she found she never got the opportunity to do the things she used to love. Video games had become a thing of the past and she missed them dearly. She’d even considered begging Amelia for some “age appropriate” games just so she could hold a controller in her hand again. That was before Emily had even considered the worst part of her new lifestyle. The constant humiliations were a nightmare and no matter how many she went through there were still more to come. She never knew when she woke up in the crib in the morning whether that day would contain the next public embarrassment. From wetting herself in the bar, in what felt like a different lifetime, to the therapy sessions and everything that had happened in them, to the tea party that was still so fresh in her mind. They never got any easier to endure. Emily shivered a little as she wondered what would happen next. How many people would find out about her embarrassing secret? Emily thought back to what Catherine had said before. About all this being a method to teach Emily how to be a better adult. Perhaps it was time to start working on that. The idea of being a fully-fledged adult again after everything that had happened was scary but it surely had to happen sooner or later. Emily couldn’t stay like this forever. With a deep breath Emily closed her eyes and steeled her resolve. She was going to try and be big. There was surely a way for her to be both an adult and a good girl for Amelia. A smile crossed her face and she clenched her fists in determination. She was going to be an adult! Emily felt heat warming her crotch. She reached down and pressed a hand against her padding where she felt the warmth quickly spreading inside the diaper. She sighed. It wasn’t exactly the most auspicious of starts. --- Catherine was sat in the nursery. She had a notebook and pen in front of her as she rocked back and forth slightly on the rocking chair Amelia had recently bought for Emily’s room. It was much easier to call it a nursery than a bedroom these days, it was increasingly resembling one after all. The room was quiet. Catherine was waiting. “Do we really need to keep doing this?” Emily asked from the crib. She was sitting up and leaning back against the headboard. Catherine noticed her wiping away some spit after she finished speaking. The drooling was something Catherine had noticed a lot more recently. “Doing what?” Catherine asked. “Thith!” Emily said. That was something else Catherine had noticed. Emily slurring her words or developing a lisp, she was curious about why that was happening and wondered if it was due to the regression, “Therapy!” “Well, that’s entirely up to you.” Catherine smiled, “These are for your benefit after all.” Catherine picked up the file she had on Emily. It was thicker than most and contained all the notes she had made over the entire time she had been seeing her. What was most interesting was the changes in behaviour she had been able to note. Emily had become much better behaved the longer the therapy had continued. There was a clear correlation between her starting to associate being a “good girl” with pleasure and improvements in her behaviour. Not only that but it seemed like Emily was often a lot happier as well. That wasn’t to say Emily was always happy, of course, just that she seemed much more content with life than she had before it had all started. “Do you want us to continue having these sessions?” Catherine asked. Emily shrugged. Catherine knew that now she was so intimately involved in the household the therapy wasn’t quite as useful as before, she couldn’t be an outside observer anymore. That said, she didn’t feel like she could just hand Emily off to another therapist, in fact she was sure she couldn’t. If Emily started talking to someone else about everything that had happened there would be a lot of trouble. “I wath kinda thinking…” Emily was looking at the mattress. “About what?” Catherine asked in a friendly way. Emily speech interested her a lot from a professional standpoint. Was this another effect of the regression therapy or something else entirely? She was pretty sure it wasn’t a basis to worry about a medical emergency as, apart from the occasional lisp, Emily seemed fine. It just seemed like she had a little more trouble controlling her tongue. “Do you think… Do you think I could be a big girl?” Emily asked almost shyly. “I don’t know.” Catherine replied honestly, “What do you think?” Emily shrugged again. It struck Catherine that Emily DID want to grow up, or at least try it, but was being held back from outright asking. She wanted to be told what to do. Catherine hadn’t kept it a secret that she would like to see Emily be a grown-up, that was the point of all this after all. However, she knew there could be resistance from Amelia. “It is up to you.” Catherine continued when Emily had spent half a minute staring at the blanket covering her legs, “You know Amelia and I will support whatever decision you want to make.” The last bit was only partially true. Catherine would support her for sure, but she did think that Amelia might require some convincing. Ultimately though, it would be Emily’s choice. But clearly it was a scary one to make so she didn’t try to push too hard in that direction. “I dunno.” Emily sighed, “It’s hard.” “I know.” Catherine said with a sympathetic smile, “And you’re in a fairly unique position where you don’t HAVE to do it. What do you miss about being a big girl that you’d like to get back?” “Video gameth.” Emily sighed as she said it. There was no hesitation on that front, “Watching adult stuff, the internet, being able to touch my… you know.” Catherine did know. That chastity cage had been on Emily for weeks now. Whilst it was clear she could feel pleasure, and a lot of it, without the restricting device Catherine could still understand wanting access. It was only removed for cleaning and even then, it wasn’t for long. Amelia had gotten it down to an art where she could get it off, clean both the cage and Emily, and then put it back on in just a couple of minutes. “My pantieth…” Emily sighed. “Emily…” Catherine tried to be gentle, “I don’t know if you’d get those back even if you were fully adult again.” “I know.” Emily slumped slightly. The truth was that the incident that had started the ball rolling, Emily’s incontinence, had only become worse over the weeks of using nothing but her diapers for everything. Emily had confided in both Amelia and Catherine in recent times that she quite often didn’t notice when she needed to use the toilet at all. That it all just sort of… happened. “But the other stuff would be doable.” Catherine said, “What’s holding you back from asking?” “Scared.” Emily said simply, “In case I can’t do it or I thtart being bad again.” “Fear is natural.” Catherine said, “It would be a big change. You’d be taking on a lot of responsibility. However, if you don’t try, you’ll never know.” “Are you thaying I ssshhould do it?” Emily put increased emphasis on the “should” to make sure it came out right. Catherine saw her almost battling her mouth to make the correct shapes. “I’m not saying whether you should or not.” Catherine replied, “It is entirely up to you.” “I… I think I…” Emily bit her lip. It looked like she was trying to build her nerve, “I think I wanna try.” Catherine smiled. She had been hoping for this. She had been trying to convince Amelia to start the process but the decision coming from Emily herself might be even better. This would be where the real test Amelia and Catherine unorthodox methods. If Emily was able to spread her wings and operate better than she had been at the start, with the right encouragement, then it would mean everything had been worthwhile. “Could you get Mommy?” Emily asked shyly. Catherine nodded her head. Calling Amelia “Mommy” was definitely something they would have to do if she was going to walk around as an adult. Catherine put her folder down and left the nursery. She went down to the kitchen where she found Amelia hurriedly shutting a drawer. “I think Emily has something she wants to say.” Catherine said as Amelia turned around. --- Amelia was stood in the kitchen with one of the bottles of milk she had filled up with a pump. Upstairs, Emily and Catherine were having a session and that meant she had plenty of time to make the necessary preparations. She unscrewed the top of the baby bottle and set it on the counter in front of her. In a drawer Amelia found the Emily’s medicine. She had long ago dispensed with the diuretics and laxatives, Emily didn’t need those to use her diaper anymore, instead there were too new pills that she had to crush up and mix into the milk. One stimulated Emily’s saliva glands and led to her drooling a lot more, which was super adorable, and the other was a weak numbing agent that worked on the tongue and affected Emily’s speech. Amelia placed the two pills on the kitchen top and started crushing them up until they were a fine powder. She then scooped up the medication and put it in the milk. She took a spoon and started stirring. Many would condemn her for what she was doing but Amelia felt it was necessary. She had been increasingly concerned with the way Catherine seemed to be pushing Emily towards growing up and she needed to make sure that didn’t happen. She could see how much happier and better off Emily was as a baby, there didn’t seem to be any reason to upset the boat, not when everything was going so well for all three of them. Amelia idly stirred the milk whilst looking out the window when she heard footsteps behind her. Realising she hadn’t put the pills away; she quickly pushed them into a drawer and closed it right before turning to see Catherine walking in. She turned to face her girlfriend who was smiling and, thankfully, didn’t seem to notice anything off. “I think Emily has something she wants to say.” Catherine said. “OK, hold on a second.” Amelia said. She turned back to the counter and screwed the lid on to the bottle, “Alright, what’s up?” “I think it’s best you hear it from her.” Catherine replied. Amelia and Catherine walked up to the nursery where Emily was sat in the crib cuddling a stuffed animal against her chest. Amelia smiled; it was such a lovely picture. She went to the bars and handed over the cold bottle of milk. She felt a sense of satisfaction when Emily immediately started nursing on it. “Catherine says you have something you wanted to say?” Amelia asked brightly. Emily pulled the latex teat out of her mouth. The bottle was now only half-full and some milk, mixed with saliva, ran down Emily’s chin. Catherine went to sit in the rocking chair whilst Amelia waited for her baby girl to wipe her mouth. “I…” Emily swallowed nervously. She looked towards Catherine for support and then back at Amelia. When she spoke, the words came out very quickly, “I want to gwow up!” Amelia was rather taken aback. This wasn’t something she had expected to hear. She had thought Emily was satisfied as a baby and that the lack of expectations that the role meant for her. Amelia’s immediate response was to say no but she could tell already that that response would be a problem. She could only keep this up as long as she had Emily’s, at least partial, consent. Catherine as well was reaching breaking point. The whole thing had been pitched to the therapist as a way of reforming Emily’s behaviour, there was only so long that Amelia could put off putting it to the test. Catherine’s patience was running out. “Are you sure?” Amelia asked. Emily nodded her head. “You know what that will mean, right?” Amelia continued, “You’ll need to help out around the house. You’ll need to get a job.” Amelia noticed her wife visibly hesitating but she nodded her head again. Looking at Catherine, Amelia could see her girlfriend smiling and nodding her head as well. Of course, this was what she’d wanted for weeks now. “OK.” Amelia finally said, “If that’s what you want, that’s what we’ll try. We’ll start tomorrow, if that’s OK with everyone?” Amelia could see Emily’s eyes light up and felt a lurch in her tummy. She hadn’t expected a trial period of adulthood to matter so much to her wife. She was visibly very excited though and Catherine was also smiling widely as she stood up. The therapist wrapped her arms around Amelia. “Thank you.” Catherine whispered, “I think this is going to work out great for all of us.” Amelia wasn’t so sure. She had grown used to having a baby around the house. It was like she had been able to rebuild her family just the way she wanted it. But when she saw Emily cuddling the stuffie in her hands and looking so happy two thoughts came to her. Firstly, seeing Emily happy made her feel happy and if this was what Emily wanted then that’s what they would try. Secondly, there was simply no way Emily would be able to function as an adult. Amelia had watched Emily try long before all this had started and it had been so long since her wife had properly helped out financially or around the house that she was quite sure Emily simply wouldn’t be able to. She felt a pang of regret. 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