Elfy

Alice is losing herself as her mother's overpowering will takes hold. A moment of lucidity is firmly stamped out and Alice makes the only decision she can. --- 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 --- Things went rapidly down hill for me. With nothing to distract my mind I was inundated on all sides by the fact that I was nothing more than a baby. Diaper changes, playing with toys and watching cartoons took up my days. I wasn’t even allowed to feed or wash myself anymore. By that point every single time I showed the slightest bit of independence Mommy would stamp it out swiftly. With everything else that had happened it only took a few days before the message really seeped in. I started to forget that I was ever anything else other than a baby. My time at college, even school before then, seemed like it belonged to a different life. It was like a collective delusion where everyone managed to convince themselves that I wasn’t just a permanent baby. It wasn’t a state of affairs that could last forever and clearly the bubble had popped. Mommy had shown everyone my true nature. I found that I was starting to tune out of my surroundings. I didn’t really need to think any more, so gradually I just stopped doing it. I realised that life as a baby was pretty dull and humiliating and therefore the best thing for me to do was just stop thinking about it. If I was told to play with my toys, I did it. When I needed to use my diaper, I did so without a second thought. When I was like that, an automaton only doing as I was told, Mommy actually seemed happy with me. That made me happy. It meant no more punishments. “See? Isn’t this so much easier?” Mommy would say to me as she cleaned my messy butt. My world quickly shrunk. I no longer had access to anything that was happening outside my very small box. For all it mattered to me, the rest of the world could’ve disappeared altogether. Nothing outside the bars of my playpen really existed. It was just me and Mommy, and as long as I acted like a good baby and kept her happy, everything was fine. All of that said, there were still moments of clarity that forced me to confront my situation. I had no idea how much time had passed, I had stopped paying attention, but I experienced some sudden lucidity whilst sitting at the kitchen table. I was sat there in nothing but a diaper and a princess pink t-shirt that didn’t cover it. Mommy was spoon-feeding me and there was a large bib around my neck when I felt the need to poop. I did what my body had trained itself to do and simply let go. “Oh, is someone making a little present for Mommy?” Mommy said with a chuckle. A genuine smile was on her face. I had lifted myself off my seat a little and screwed my face up as I pushed down. I felt relief quickly spreading through me as a large amount of poop surged into my padding. It was a familiar feeling, and it was one of relief, it was good to get the yucky mess out of me, that’s what Mommy always said. A large part of my diet was now bland mush and there was a lot of liquid, so it didn’t take long to empty my bowels. A mass of warm waste creating an extra layer separating me from the chair. But as I sat back into my now warm and full padding it was as if a light switch had suddenly been flicked on. I had no idea why my mind chose that moment to regain awareness. I frowned and as Mommy held up the spoon for me to take another mouthful of my dinner I turned away. I could feel bubbles in my diaper running against my skin and tickling me as I settled in the dirty diaper. It felt like my brain was suddenly in fast-forwards, quickly catching up to the present and alerting me to all the indignities I had suffered since my last period of self-reflection however long before. “This… isn’t right…” My voice was a little hoarse. I didn’t talk a lot anymore, I rarely had reason to. “Alice, eat your dinner.” Mommy replied quickly and sternly. “I can feed myself!” I exclaimed as I looked at the spoon in disgust. “W-What are you doing to me!?” “I’m just treating the baby like a baby.” Mommy said. Her eyes, previously so warm, were as cold as steel as she stared almost through me. “I’m not a baby!” I shouted petulantly, “I’m a big girl!” “A big girl who just crapped her pants… again.” Mommy replied icily, “I thought we were passed this…” The spoon was lifted up towards my mouth and I saw the baby food steaming on it. I could hardly believe I had been eating it, the mush looked gross, and it made me feel sick to look at it. I started to feel panic. How long had I been on autopilot? How had I let my brain switch off like that? Was I going crazy? I started worrying that every time my brain “turned off” it might not wake up again. That at some point I was going to slip into the baby role and be stuck there forever. I started breathing heavily. “Be a good girl and eat your dinner.” Mommy prodded the spoon against my tightly closed lips causing some of the food to drip down on to the already stained bib. How many diapers had I filled? How many WOULD I fill? My chest rose up and down quickly and it felt like the world was starting to spin. I saw everything with a clarity that I hadn’t experienced for what felt like a very long time. I had sat in plenty of messy diapers over the last few weeks but for the first time in a while I felt true disgust about it. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be! “Alice, open your mouth and-…” Mommy started. “No!” I screamed. I threw my hand up and hit the spoon out of Mommy’s hand causing the baby food to spill everywhere. Before Mommy could react, I stood up and my chair pushed backwards. I reached forwards to the bowl and pushed it hard across the table. It rattled, spilling bits of my gross dinner on the wooden surface before tipping over the edge and falling to the floor where it clattered loudly for a few seconds. I let out a whimper, partly from frustration and mostly from fear, as I tried to quickly waddle away down the hallway. Where I was ultimately going, I had no idea. I just had to get away from Mommy. I never got the chance to find out where I would’ve gone. Mommy had stood up at almost the same time I had, and I barely made it to the doorway before I felt her hand on the back of my shirt. I screamed again and struggled but she wouldn’t let go. In the end, I managed to slip out of it, and I carried on running, now clad in nothing but my poopy diaper, to the bottom of the stairs. I looked at the door for a second but before I could reach for it, Mommy was reaching out for me again. I shook her off and ignored her calling my name as I turned to run upstairs. I had tears streaming from my eyes as I darted into my room. There was nowhere to go and nowhere to hide. I dropped to my knees in the centre of the room as I heard Mommy’s stomping footsteps. I covered my face and waited for the storm. The door behind me flew open and Mommy came storming in. “How dare you!” Mommy exclaimed, “Everything I do for you and you throw it back in my face!” I started to turn around to try and talk my way out of it, but I felt Mommy’s hand roughly grab my hair. I reached up and grabbed her wrist as I begged for mercy. It felt like my hair was going to be pulled from my scalp and I had to scramble to my feet as I was pulled towards my crib. At first, I thought Mommy was putting me straight into the baby bed but as I went to climb up, she pushed on my back, so I was pushed over the edge of the mattress. “You’ll stay right there.” Mommy demanded of me. “Mom, please!” I cried. I didn’t dare move as Mommy went across the room to the closet, “I’m an adult! You can’t do this!” “You are a baby!” Mommy shouted back, “We will keep doing this until you believe it!” I heard Mommy going through the closet and then coming back to me. I didn’t turn around, instead I pulled one of the stuffed animals towards me and hugged it as tightly as I could. I felt something long and hard pressing against my rear end and pushing the messy diaper closer to my butt. It didn’t take a lot of thinking to realise it was a paddle. “You will learn.” Mommy said menacingly, “Whether it takes a week, a month, a year, or the rest of my god damned life. You. Are. A. BABY!” The paddle was pulled back but before I could even brace myself, I felt it swing forwards into my diaper. I screamed. The paddle hurt so much more than Mommy’s hand ever had. I could hear it moving through the air as it went back and then swung forwards again, I was already sure I was going to be left bruised despite the padding. “How many times are you going to be need to taught this lesson?” Mommy shouted over my cries. I was inconsolable. The spanks kept coming and it felt like Mommy was holding nothing back. The contents of my diaper spread everywhere but I hardly noticed as I wailed through the pain. My legs kicked out behind me ineffectively. Mommy seemed totally immune from any attempts by me to get pity or mercy. I don’t know how long the paddling went on for. I grew exhausted from struggling and lay prostrate on the edge of the bed. After a while everything became numb, even the soreness of my rear end. Then it was like a switch flicked. Between every spank Mommy would shout at me about how pathetic I was, how much of a baby I was, or something similar. It was like a part of my brain switched off. I believed her. That wasn’t anything different to recent times, but the part of my brain that still fought for some kind of control or independence simply switched off. A part of me broke and, honestly, it was a relief. “Do you understand?” Mommy shouted as she finished a rant, I’d only heard part of. “Yes, Mommy.” I replied simply. Even though tears were flowing down my cheeks and soaking my teddy bear my voice betrayed only a hint of the emotion. I felt a push on the back of my diaper. The whole area was incredibly numb, but I took it to mean I was to climb up into my crib. It looked like I was about to be spending another night in my poopy diapers. Indeed, the rails rattled up behind me and locked into place as I lay face down on the mattress. I didn’t attempt to stop Mommy or get her to at least change me. I didn’t move at all. “I wish you wouldn’t make me punish you.” Mommy said with a sigh. “Sorry, Mommy.” I replied. Even my voice sounded smaller and more childish. I rubbed my eyes of tears and saw Mommy looking at me strangely before going back to the closet and putting the paddle away. She was covered in sweat, and I was genuinely sorry that I had made her expend so much effort just because I kept being a bad girl. I was ashamed of myself and my actions. Maybe I was just born bad. No matter how hard I tried I just kept breaking rules. “Try to be a better baby.” Mommy said, “We both know you can never be a big girl.” I nodded my head. I wanted to be a good girl. Maybe it would stop all the punishments. I didn’t even argue about needing a diaper change. I knew babies didn’t decide such things and I was just a little baby after all. Mommy knew best. Mommy always knew best. It was an uncomfortable night. With the paddling at an end, it wasn’t long until the blood started returning to my backside, and with it came the pain. A dull throbbing that grew worse and worse as the minutes ticked by. Eventually I had my hands over the back of my diaper as the stinging, bruising and pulsing pain made me cry out. I resolved right there and then to be the best baby I possibly could. To stop making Mommy punish me. I was a baby, and it was time I started acting like it. --- 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/ml9g8k7p43fa3b26 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2324687

Glad you made guys made it work for you. I can understand the hesitation to try printed diapers if you aren't ABDL, but it has to be said ABDL companies do put out some very, very good and absorbent products. And your wife says you look cute. That's always a big plus!

Things look to be on the up, but how long can that last? The answer is not very as Anna and Ryan receive an unwanted visitor. --- 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 --- It wasn’t long until the medicine started having an impact again. Anna was delighted to have her friend back again, Jane seemed relieved to have more control over herself as well. As the days passed and nothing was said about what Ryan had done the three of them started to relax a little. Either no one had noticed what he had done, or no one cared. For Anna it was a lot easier to accept her life in that giant house when Jane was happy and healthy. Thoughts of leaving Sallas by any means necessary quietly disappeared as the little family felt complete. Jane still needed time and work, whilst she was no longer regressed she still needed to have a lot of her conditioning broken and that’s what Anna focused on in the days after the medication started working. Anna felt guilty but she actually started to like where and how she was living. With Jane getting back to normal everything felt a little bit brighter. She found it easier to forget what Sallas was really like as she enjoyed the amenities of the gated community. It may not have been perfect, but she had it better that ninety-nine per-cent of women in Sallas, maybe the things she lacked in terms of freedoms were also things she could live without. She was sure her past self would be screaming at her if she could see how she was thinking now. Anna did her best to ignore the gnawing feeling of guilt about her situation. She had quickly become a celebrity, and it was almost impossible to ignore that now. It felt like every third commercial on TV featured Anna and the family, it was awkward every time it came on. The radio was the same and scrolling the ring-fenced Sallas internet was extremely weird. It seemed like every website available had Anna’s face on it. It was impossible for anyone in the house to know what effect all the propaganda was having on the rest of the population. On the rare occasion Anna was allowed out of the community, heavily supervised of course, she certainly noticed that people recognised her now. Ryan left the community much more often than Anna, but he never talked about his experiences. He didn’t seem to like talking about what he had going on at all. What Anna couldn’t help but notice was how some of the other women looked at her. Most females in Sallas were brainwashed to a greater or lesser extent but those few that did retain some individuality clearly hated her. The glares she got made her shrink back into herself. She spent a lot of time trying to convince herself she wasn’t a traitor and that she didn’t have a real choice, but it didn’t help her when she saw a fully infantilised woman staring daggers at her. Anna found herself starting to crave the safety of the gated community. When she had first arrived, she had wanted to do all she could to get out as often as possible, now she tried to find excuses to stay in. She tried to tell herself it was because she was worried people would discover the truth about Jane, but it didn’t work. She knew the real reason was a lot more selfish. It was a Thursday morning when everything changed. They had all still been asleep, the sun had barely risen above the houses, when there was a loud banging at the front door. Ryan sat bolt upright, and Anna instinctively reached out for him. “Who is it?” Anna whispered as if she might be overheard. “I don’t know.” Ryan replied warily. There was more insistent banging on the door. Anna held the cover closer to her. Ryan slipped out of the bed and quickly put on some pants and a shirt. Anna had been wearing a cream-coloured shirt and a denim skirtall the previous day and she quickly threw those back on as she made her way out of the bedroom. Her diaper crinkled loudly in the quiet house. “What’s going on?” Jane’s voice came from her nursery as Anna walked past. Anna stopped and looked in. Jane was sitting on the edge of her crib. Although she was no longer regressed as long as they had medicine she still slept in the crib as they didn’t have another option, at least they could leave the side down for her. “I don’t know.” Anna said, “We should probably lift this up just in case.” Jane scooted back on her mattress as the side of the crib was lifted. As an automatic reaction Anna reached out her hand and checked her friend discovering she was soaked. When she realised what she had done she pulled her hand away and looked at her apologetically before heading back out to the landing. By the time Anna reached the top of the stairs Ryan was at the bottom. She carefully leaned around the edge to watch what was about to happen. Just as Ryan reached the door there was another hammering that seemed to almost break the door off its hinges. “Hold on!” Ryan yelled as he walked across the foyer. Anna watched as Ryan opened the door. She could see over his shoulder. It was Mr. Sawyer, and he was flanked with several armed guards. After a stand-off of a couple of seconds Ryan moved aside and let Mr. Sawyer in. “This is a surprise.” Ryan said as he watched the guards walk in. They took up positions in front of the doorways around the foyer essentially surrounding Ryan. “Mr. Manning, I’m sorry to impose on you so early in the morning. We have some rather pressing business to attend to.” Mr. Sawyer said. “I didn’t think we had anything planned for a couple of weeks.” Ryan frowned. “Oh, I don’t mean the marketing stuff.” Mr. Sawyer waved a dismissive hand, “No, we have other business.” Anna felt uneasy. She didn’t like the deliberate vagueness of Mr. Sawyer. She could see Ryan was nervous as well. He seemed to be trying to act cool, but Anna recognised his anxiety for what it was. Nothing good ever came out of a surprise visit from Mr. Sawyer. “Other business?” Ryan repeated. “Yes, Mr. manning, other business.” Mr. Sawyer stopped and turned to one of the guards who pulled a folded paper out of his pocket, “Perhaps you’d like to take a look at this and tell me what it says.” Anna watched Ryan take the paper and even from the top of the stairs she could see his face drain of colour. Ryan must’ve known what was on the paper to have that reaction and yet he still spent the next minute staring at it. Indeed, it was only when Mr. Sawyer pulled the paper away that Ryan looked up. “Do you remember filling that form out?” Mr. Sawyer asked as he started pacing slowly in front of Ryan. “I…” Ryan started hesitantly. “Do you remember making the alterations?” Mr. Sawyer interrupted. “Well, I ju-…” Ryan looked terrified. “I was wondering…” Mr. Sawyer stopped his pacing mere inches from Ryan’s face, “Why you decided to make the decision to reduce the sentence of a known terrorist?” Anna had already suspected the paper was to do with the task given to them by the Rose Resistance but now she knew for certain. Her heart was hammering. She had no idea what to do, there was no way she could help Ryan who was now looking down at the floor. There was no way for her to escape the house either, she was at the top of the only staircase. “It… It must’ve been a mistake, sir.” Ryan stuttered, “I’m new to the job and…” “Ah, yes, I see.” Mr. Sawyer nodded his head in understanding. He raised one of his hands and placed it on Ryan’s shoulder in a friendly way, “You are new. There’s a lot of things to learn. Mistakes happen, hmm?” Ryan smiled weakly as he nodded his head. He still didn’t dare look up from the ground. Anna thought he looked like a puppy being scolded, it seemed her husband was one step away from rolling on to his back with his belly up. She couldn’t exactly blame him though. That kind of subservience was the cornerstone of Sallas, the hierarchy was always to be respected. Men were expected to respect their superiors just as the women were. “It’s just a little odd.” Mr. Sawyer continued, “I looked through all of the forms that have come through your office and this is the ONLY one with a mistake. Now, I’m not a big believer in coincidences, Mr. Manning, but it is certainly strange that the one you made a mistake on was the one related to a known terrorist from a known subversive group, don’t you think?” Ryan didn’t say anything. Anna silently begged him to fight back in the same way she would. She tried to communicate telepathically that Ryan had to fight his corner, look shocked and appalled at the accusation and show some backbone. That isn’t what happened though. Instead, Ryan remained silent and in his submissive pose. It was like he had already given up. “Nothing to say?” Mr. Sawyer asked after several tense seconds of silence, “That’s OK, I understand.” Mr. Sawyer rubbed Ryan’s shoulder for a few seconds before pulling his hand away. He turned his back on Anna’s husband and walked a few paces towards one of the guards. Almost imperceptibly he nodded his head. The reaction from the men circling the room was instant. They charged forwards and roughly tackled Ryan to the floor where he finally and belatedly started to struggle. Anna couldn’t help herself; she let out a scream of rage as she started running down the stairs as fast as the wet padding between her legs would allow her to go. “Grab the girl!” Mr. Sawyer called out over the chaos that had broken out. Anna leapt at the guards from several steps up and crashed into them knocking one over. She aimed a punch at the nearest man she could find but she missed and spun around from her momentum. Arms wrapped around her torso, and she was brought crashing down on to her front. As she screamed and struggled, she felt handcuffs being put around her wrists. “Don’t hurt her!” Ryan’s voice came from somewhere in the crowded foyer that Anna couldn’t see. “Your devotion to your wife is touching.” Mr. Sawyer replied with clear amusement in his voice, “If only you showed the same passion for your country. If you did, we wouldn’t have to be doing all this.” As the struggle continued Anna’s head was turned sideways and she felt someone placing a knee in her upper back and neck preventing her from moving. As she opened her eyes, she saw Jane standing at the top of the stairs looking terrified. After just a second, she turned and ran away back across the landing. “Get them in the van.” Mr. Sawyer ordered once Ryan and Anna were both restrained at both their wrists and their ankles. “Let Anna go!” Ryan exclaimed, “She had nothing to do with this!” “Oh, I doubt that.” Mr. Sawyer chuckled, “You don’t the balls to do something like this by yourself. We know who gives the orders in this relationship.” Anna and Ryan were roughly picked up and carried out of the front door. She was swearing bloody vengeance at Mr. Sawyer who directed a couple of the other guards to fetch Jane. The last thing Anna saw before the front door closed were the two guards heading upstairs. She was worried about what they would find. Jane was up there, of course, but so was the phone and the medication. Smoking guns of Anna and Ryan’s guilt. Guilt didn’t seem to be something in doubt though. The married couple were manhandled towards a black van with blacked out windows. The rear doors were opened, and Anna was forced inside behind Ryan. The cuffs that restricted their movement were affixed to the sides of the vehicle forcing the couple to sit on two uncomfortable wooden benches opposite each other. The doors to the rear of the van were slammed closed leaving Anna and Ryan alone and afraid. A couple of tense minutes passed before the engine started and the van started to vibrate. The bound couple nearly fell off the seats, only the restraints digging into them keeping them upright, as the van pulled away from the curb. “Shit… shit… shit…” Ryan muttered repeatedly. Anna felt a rising panic that she did her best to swallow down. She looked across at Ryan who seemed to be stuck in shock. She pulled at the restraints holding her in place, but they didn’t budge at all. She was well and truly stuck. “What are we going to do?” Anna asked Ryan urgently. “What can we do?” Ryan mumbled, “We’re fucked.” “There must be some way out of this.” Anna shook her head. The reality that they had screwed up and lost everything was just too big to properly digest. “Why did I do it?” Ryan asked himself. He banged his head on the metal side of the van and looked up to the roof. The car stopped for a second and Anna assumed it must’ve been leaving the gated compound. It was soon on its way again and barrelling towards God knew where. There were no windows or anything to give an idea of where they were going and Anna had soon lost track of all the turns they had made. She was having a harder time not sliding around on the bench, her diaper proving to be slippery compared to Ryan’s regular clothes. “Everything is going to be alright.” Anna said rather hopefully after a long period of silent despair. “Are you insane?” Ryan asked as he stared at his wife, “Are you actually crazy? You know where they are taking us, don’t you?” Anna shivered. She had a good idea where they were being taken but saying it out loud was too terrifying to think about. It had happened so quickly, she had been sure that no one had noticed Ryan’s change and just when she thought they were safe the bottom had fallen out. Her diaper warmed around her without much conscious effort on her part. “We’re screwed.” Ryan said sadly, “Completely screwed.” Anna wished she could say her husband was being overly dramatic, but he wasn’t. If they were being carted off to Finishing School, and she had no reason to believe they weren’t, then that was it. They had lost. The car sped down roads and bounced over bumps. Anna kept her head down as she tried not to let the despair overwhelm her in the way it clearly was taking Ryan. Her whole life had been about getting out of Sallas, about avoiding exactly what was now happening. She kicked herself for being lulled into a false sense of security in that large house. The couple remained silent, each lost in deep thoughts about their situation, as the van continued. There was no way to tell how far they had travelled when the vehicle started to slow down. They stopped and Anna heard muffled voices outside the van. After a few seconds they continued forwards at a much slower pace. Anna couldn’t see where they were, but she assumed they had just entered the grounds of the Finishing School. Finally, the van came to a stop. Doors were opened and slammed as the engine was turned off. Anna felt the butterflies in her stomach taking flight as she scooted away from the only exit. Ryan still had his head bowed. He hadn’t said anything in quite some time. When the doors at the back of the vehicle opened Anna was blinded by bright lights. She felt the weight of the van shift as people climbed in and a second later, they had hooked her under each arm and were dragging her out. Another couple of guards were doing the same to Ryan. “Get off me!” Anna screamed as she tried to twist away from their grasp unsuccessfully. Once out of the van Anna could see they were in some sort of indoor garage. There were no markings on the walls to let her know exactly where she was. She didn’t know if that was a good thing or not, though judging from how she was made to kneel on the ground next to Ryan with Mr. Sawyer towering over them she felt pretty safe to say she wasn’t in a good spot. “Welcome to your new home.” Mr. Sawyer said as he spread his arms, “It’s a shame it has come to this.” --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. 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Alice's life is spiralling out of control. The momentum has picked up and the changes feel unstoppable. Is there a way out though? When Kat messages her, maybe, just maybe, there is a light at the end of the tunnel. --- 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 --- Over the next few days, I saw more and more changes happening. My life was out of my control. The crib felt… oppressive. Every time Mommy left me in there to nap or sleep, I felt a sense of foreboding. The bars seemed to grow to the ceiling and I got the feeling that I would never get out. The bars towered above me as I laid down and looked up at the ceiling. It was the first of many new signs of my reduced status in the house. The next day a playpen arrived along with toys. Mommy told me, casually, that I would be spending a lot of time in it. At first, I couldn’t believe it. She was really going all out. In fact, despite my Mommy’s foreboding presence and how fearful I was of her, I refused. I tried to reason with her. “Mommy, remember when all this started!?” I exclaimed, “I’ve just had a little bladder trouble! All of this other stuff has gotten out of hand!” Mommy never liked me talking back. Her response was swift, and it was to pull me over her knee and spank me until I was crying. She let me stand up, tears and snot falling down my face, and proceeded to berate me. Every word being like a bullet that penetrated into me and knocked my brief and pathetic resistance to the side. Yes, this had originally been about protection from a few accidents, but that had brought light to an even bigger problem. She told me that I was a useless baby and deserved everything I was getting, that every single thing I had a problem was my own fault. For what felt like an hour she exposed every weakness and personal failing I had and attacked it, I felt like I was being dissected. By the time Mommy told me to get in the playpen I was more than happy to do so. It meant the end of my dressing down. I decided that if I wanted to ever get out of the hole I found myself in I had to stop making Mommy mad. Just accept it all and prove I could be trusted again, then surely things would get better. Things didn’t get better. Mommy’s treatment of me seemed to pick up momentum like a heavy boulder rolling down a steep hill. The longer it went on the more impossible it was to stop it. More parts of my life changed. My clothes were switched out for childish outfits, Mommy frequently dressed me and often left my diaper exposed. I was denied any chance of using the potty so over the next few days I used my diaper for everything. It was humiliating. I wasn’t even allowed to ask for a change, I had to wait for Mommy to come and take my hand. I felt for sure that if she could carry me easily Mommy wouldn’t even let me walk to my bed… to my crib for changing. Indeed, sometimes she simply brought the supplies to me and changed me right there in the playpen. Mommy bought me a pacifier that was clipped to the front of whatever I was wearing that day. It had to be on my person at all times and I was technically supposed to have it in my mouth whenever I wasn’t eating or drinking but when Mommy left the room, I would take it out even if it meant risking another spanking. These were big changes. At first the shock kept me numb to them, each one adjusting my situation for the worse as I stared on and struggled to comprehend it all. I was a baby. There was no way to deny it. Nearly every second of the day was a reminder of my position. The one exception was after dinner when Mommy was in the living room and clearly didn’t want me bothering her, so she let me go up to my room. It was on one of these evenings, a week or so after Mommy had first bought the bars for my bed, that I was in my room and sat at my computer. I was wearing a onesie, a piece of clothing I had no idea they made for adults, but it did a good job of holding my wet diaper against my body. I was staring at the screen with my pacifier in my mouth. Kat had just sent me a message saying “Hello.” For some reason even that simple message was enough to make my eyes water. I think it was because it was the first time that someone was addressing me as an equal since Kat had left the house however long ago it had been. Since then, all I’d had from Mommy was baby treatment that felt like it was designed to melt my brain away. Treatment I no doubt deserved, but that was eroding my identity bit by bit. “Hi.” I typed back. “Is everything alright?” Kat asked, “You said you would talk to me more…” “Sorry.” I replied, “I’ve been busy.” There was a period where neither of us were typing anything. Then I saw the message at the bottom say “Kat is typing a response…” I waited. As I did so I shifted in my seat and heard my diaper crinkle in the familiar way. It had almost become part of the background noise my brain just tuned out but when the room was otherwise silent, like my room right then, my brain could still pick up on it. “You’ve been offline for days. You’ve been ignoring my messages again and you’re acting strangely.” Kat wrote, “You told me you would talk to me more and you haven’t. What’s going on?” I hesitated. My heart was hammering. Could I tell Kat the truth? It was so embarrassing to admit what was happening to myself yet alone to another person. Kat had changed me, there really shouldn’t have been anything to hide, and yet the baby treatment was so much worse now. I didn’t know if I could just start telling her that I was sleeping in a crib and playing with baby toys in a playpen. I knew she already thought I was just some baby. I didn’t want anyone to know who I really was, how pathetic I was. “I’m fine.” I typed simply. “No. You’re not.” Kat replied almost instantly. It was just text on a screen, but it felt like I could FEEL how angry she was by my response, “Stop lying and tell me the truth.” All of a sudden it felt like Mommy was on the other end of the messenger. It was another person I was lying to, another person who could see through my deceit and wanted to know the total truth. But what would Kat say if she knew the truth now? If I told her what life was really like for me, how I spent ninety percent of every day being treated like the useless baby I was. I looked down and saw my hands were shaking as they hovered over the keyboard. I hesitated. Whilst I sat mutely staring at the screen, I saw Kat typing again. I waited to see what else she had to say. “Whatever is going on, I want to know.” Kat wrote. It almost immediately showed a second message was coming, “You promised you would tell me. You know you can trust me. Is it something to do with your mom? Do you need help?” I felt a lump in my throat. My fingers settled on the keyboard. I was really going to do this. I was going to tell Kat about the embarrassing developments and leave it to fate whether what she would say afterwards. My final precious link with the real world, one I had been cultivating and preserving, I was about to hover a pair of scissors around that thin string and slowly close them. “It’s nothing to do with Mom.” I typed. I only barely managed to stop myself from typing “Mommy”, “It’s all my fault.” “What’s happening?” Kat replied almost immediately. The first message was quickly followed by a second, “I love you, Alice, but if you don’t let me in, I can’t keep hurting myself reaching out to you. I want to be your best friend but if you can’t trust me then maybe we should go our separate ways.” I took a deep breath and bit down a little harder on the pacifier that was still between my teeth. I wasn’t entirely sure why I hadn’t taken it out, I supposed it was just habit after keeping it in for nearly the whole day. With a second of hesitation, I started typing. In one long message I started writing everything that was happening, though emphasising that I had brought it on myself. I knew Kat was waiting at the other end of the messenger, eager to know how I was doing. It was like an essay. Once I started typing I found the momentum difficult to stop. I started spouting out everything that had happened, including several incidents from before Kat’s impromptu visit. Every embarrassing detail was noted whilst also explaining why Mommy had been forced to take what seemed like extreme measures. Paragraph after paragraph was typed out until I had listed everything I could think of. My finger hovered over the enter button, ready to send this wall of text, my confessions, to Kat. “What are you doing?” Mommy’s voice nearly made me fall out of my chair. I hadn’t heard her come upstairs. I must’ve been too focused on the computer. She was right behind me. “I… I…” I mumbled around the pacifier’s bulb. A line of drool dripped from the corner of my mouth. Mommy strode across the room with purpose, and I quickly pulled my hands away from the keyboard obediently. She reached the screen and bent over to read it. My heart hammered. I watched her eyes scan the messages already sent and the one I was about to send. I saw her go completely still, her skin turned white, and her mouth flattened into a line. I’d been naughty. Yet again I was being bad and forcing Mommy to be angry with me. Tears sprung from my eyes, and I looked down in shame. “Get in your crib.” Mommy muttered darkly. In my haste I nearly knock my chair over. I clambered into the bed and watched as Mommy remained at the computer. I desperately hoped I wasn’t getting Kat in trouble. What if my Mommy told her Mommy and she ended up in the same position I was in!? I watched Mom scroll up the screen and catch up on past messages, mostly Kat trying to talk to me without success. She highlighted the message I had been about to send and then deleted it. She started typing something else out instead, I was too far away to see what it was, but Mommy wrote the message and sent it. I saw the screen scroll as several quick messages from Kat came back and then Mommy moved to Kat’s profile and blocked her. I let out a little sob. I’d been bad and now I was going to be punished by not being able to talk to my friend. Mommy walked over to me in the crib. I flinched and scooted back on the mattress. “Have you been talking to anyone else?” Mommy asked. Her voice was flat but menacing. “No.” I shook my head. “Have you told anyone else what I’ve been forced to do to correct your behaviour?” Mommy asked. “No.” I kept shaking my head. “You’ve been a bad girl.” Mommy continued after a few seconds where it felt like she was reading my mind to find the truth. “I’m so-…” I started. Before I could even finish speaking, Mommy had pulled her hand back and brought it forwards, slapping me across the face. I yelped in shock and fell backwards on to my padded rear. My hand went up to gingerly touch where Mommy had struck me as tears welled up in my eyes. Yet another thing I had forced Mommy to do with my bad behaviour. I just couldn’t seem to make her happy. Mommy pulled the bars up until they locked into place. I was trapped in my bed without even being given my usual diaper change before sleep. I shimmied forwards to the edge of the crib and watched as she returned to the computer. I saw her typing some stuff into a search engine, following various links and downloading various programs. Mommy was tech savvy, and she certainly seemed to know what she was doing. I knew better than to ask. “Goodnight.” Mommy said when she finished and powered down my computer before leaving the room. I was quite surprised she didn’t take the computer with her if I was honest. I looked at the PC as the light was switched off and the door closed. I could only guess what Mommy had done, right then it didn’t seem to matter too much. She’d said something to Kat and then blocked her. It was over. My last link severed, just like that. I sat back on my damp butt and then collapsed sideways so that my head hit the pillow. Mommy had populated my crib with some stuffed animals and I clutched a large round owl to my chest as I sobbed quietly in the dark. It would only be the next day when I learned what Mommy had done with the computer. She seemed surprisingly lax about letting me use it but when I logged on, I realised why. I immediately tried to go to my messaging app but far from finding that Kat was blocked, I discovered that the app wouldn’t load at all. It kept showing me a pop up saying I didn’t have administrator permission. I went online and tried to go on some social media only to be immediately redirected to a page saying the website I had tried to visit was blocked. I was confused. I tried several more websites before finally reading the message that blocked them more carefully. “KidSafe Online: Let You Kids Surf With Confidence.” I frowned as I read it out loud. I searched for the company and then it all clicked together. Parental controls. Mommy had installed and configured parental controls on my computer to stop me going anywhere that she deemed inappropriate. After some exploring, I came to discover what that really meant. Just about the only websites I could visit were ones designed for children where there would be no explicit content. Even on video sharing sites it seemed like nearly everything was blocked except things designed just for babies. After that, Mommy didn’t need to tell me not to use the computer. There was little for me to do on there. Yet another, perhaps one of the last, avenues for me to be anything but a baby was cut off from 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/mdh29ek3e3dbbd/chapter/mkzb6sw183975725 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2310859

Anna is concerned. Ryan did as he was asked and yet no help as arrived. When the re-regressed Jane starts getting upset, Anna thinks of one way to make her friend feel better. --- 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 --- Jane was sat on the floor of the living room laughing and playing with dolls. She had just finished doing all the chores and when Anna could think of nothing more for the regressed woman to clean, she had been told to play. Anna watched on from the couch forlornly. Her friend hadn’t received any of the medicine she needed in several days and she was back to square one. “Thith oneth you!” Jane said as she held up one of the dolls for Anna to see like a baby showing off a favourite toy. “She’s very pretty.” Anna replied with all the enthusiasm she could muster. Jane would likely need a diaper change soon. It had been several hours since the last one and when Anna had checked her an hour previously, she had already been soggy. Anna wasn’t in a place to judge though; her own padding was soaking wet. She should’ve changed a while ago, but she found it difficult to motivate herself to do, she hated the diapers with a passion and interacting them was the absolute worst. “Still no word?” Ryan asked as he walked up to the doorway. “Nope.” Anna replied glumly as she looked at the phone Thorn had previously contacted them on, “You definitely did what they asked, right?” “Anna, I’ve told you a hundred times that I did.” Ryan replied wearily. “I’m just wondering if you made a mistake or something because…” Anna said. “I checked the computer yesterday.” Ryan interrupted with a calm voice, “Thorn’s friend was sent to the right place.” “Then I don’t understand…” Anna’s shoulders slumped as she looked at the phone again. The screen still showed no notifications. When Anna looked back up to Ryan, she could see that he was holding something back. He had never been good at hiding his emotions or inner thoughts. Anna raised her eyebrows and subtly nodded her head to encourage Ryan to speak up. “It’s just…” Ryan’s hand went up to rub the back of his neck, “How well do you know Thorn?” “What do you mean?” Anna asked. “I mean, how well do you know her?” Ryan repeated, “Look, she clearly has the capability to help Jane, we saw that, but what if she just doesn’t care. Have you considered that she might just be using us to get her agent safe?” The thought had crossed Anna’s mind. She didn’t know Thorn at all. Anna could’ve literally bumped right into the leader of The Rose Resistance and never noticed. Maybe this had all been just a way to help Lynn West avoid a worse fate. Anna had thought she was smart and couldn’t be fooled by any tricks like that, she considered herself wise to deception having had to live a lie so often, but maybe her desperate need to help Jane had clouded her judgment. As she sat in silence, she suddenly became aware of a foul smell in the air. Her first instinct was to check her diaper which remained thankfully clean. Jane was still so distracted by playing it hadn’t seemed like she’d registered any conversation happening right in front of her. Anna stood up with a flourish of crinkles and walked forwards a few steps. She leaned down and put her hand against the back of the pink onesie Jane was wearing. Pressing down she could feel the unmistakeable squishiness of a full diaper. “Oh.” Jane suddenly said. Anna’s hand pressing against the padding must’ve been the first Jane knew about her messy accident. The stinky woman’s lip trembled as she threatened to burst into tears. “It’s OK.” Anna said softly, “Come on, I’ve got you. Let’s get you changed.” Anna helped Jane to her feet with a downcast expression. The regressed woman whimpered as she waddled heavily, and Anna led her from the room past Ryan who was still at the doorway. Now that she was standing up Anna could feel her own diaper sagging heavily, she was wetter than she thought. She prayed that she had just peed more than she thought she had and not that it was happening without her noticing. The thought of losing her potty training that had been so recently won was like a hammer blow to her chest. With Anna at the top of the stairs and whispering encouragement to Jane the front doorbell suddenly rang out. Anna was thankful they were at the top so they could walk on to the landing and out of sight before Ryan opened the door. That said, she hung back a bit and leaned around the edge of the banister as Ryan answered. “Oh, yes, come on in. You can leave the bags here and I’ll take them through.” Ryan said as she stepped aside. Of course, it was the shopping being delivered. Living in a gated community where the people in charge clearly didn’t like you leaving made it make a lot more sense for others to bring the groceries to you instead. “Come on.” Anna said softly to Jane as she led her to the nursery. Anna knelt down and pulled the poppers of the onesie apart. As she stood back up, she saw Jane with tears running down her face as she seemed to be battling back the sobs which clearly wanted to get out. It made Anna’s heart break. Somewhere in there was the real Jane who was no doubt feeling terrible about what was happening and yet was powerless to prevent it. “Don’t cry…” Anna said softly as she reached up and wiped a tear from Jane’s cheek, “Accidents happen.” The words didn’t seem to help Jane who was still sniffling sadly. It seemed like Jane was worried she had done something wrong, Anna was reminded of the family dog she’d had as a child and how it acted when it went potty inside the house. The dog had always seemed embarrassed and worried even though when it happened it was only because one of the family had failed to let it out. The words didn’t seem to help Jane who was still looking heartbreakingly sad. Anna bit her lip as she tried to think of a way to help her friend feel better. An idea came to her and although it wasn’t a pleasant one, she thought for sure it would make Jane feel a little better. “It happens sometimes.” Anna said as she took a step back, “Look…” Anna turned away from Jane and lifted the back of her dress up to expose the wet diaper underneath. She had second-thoughts about what she was about to do but decided she was already committed. She pushed down with her tummy muscles and squatted slightly. For a few seconds it didn’t seem like anything was going to happen. Anna widened her legs, she didn’t feel any particular need to go but also knew there must be stuff to come out since she hadn’t pooped that day. A pressure started to build and finally she was in business. She closed her eyes as she felt the familiar feeling of warm stickiness emerge from her body until it was pinched off to nestle in the back of her diaper. Anna pushed again and this time found it easier. Several small lumps dropped out of her, and she was finally able to let go of the breath she had been holding. She opened her eyes and sighed as she felt the familiar yet gross feeling of a freshly dirtied diaper. Slowly but surely, she stood up straight again and let the dress drop behind her. “See?” Anna said as she turned to face Jane again with a shrug, “It happens.” For as gross as Anna felt she was grateful that she had seemed to cheer up her friend. Jane wasn’t crying anymore. As Anna waddled back over to the table, she felt the slipperiness in her diaper as the mess spread. As nice as their house was Anna so desperately missed using the bathroom. After working so hard to potty train herself it was extra embarrassing to be reduced back to doing this again. Anna gave Jane a hug and then patted the padded changing table to indicate for her friend to climb on up. She hated feeling messy and would’ve much preferred to change herself first. Each small movement was a reminder as to what she had done. She pushed her own discomfort to one side as she pulled on the tapes and opened her friend’s diaper. As Anna went through the process of cleaning Jane she let her mind wander. It had been a little while since she had been asked to do anything by the government, in that time she had spent most of her time looking for things to do. A lot of her time was spent “playing” with Jane, at least when the regressed woman wasn’t obsessing over the chores, and she had to admit it was nice spending time with Jane even if it wasn’t under the best circumstances. Eventually Jane was clean and dry. Anna stepped back as she hopped off the changing table and leaned in to give her a hug. With a sigh Anna started getting her things ready for her own diaper change. “I’ll help!” Jane said enthusiastically. “You really don’t have to.” Anna quickly replied. Her cheeks blushing red. Jane wasn’t going anywhere. Anna contemplated ordering her friend to leave so she could have some privacy but that seemed cruel, Jane was smiling and really looked like she wanted to do what Anna had done for her. Hopping up on to the changing table Anna tried to keep from squishing her mess around as she laid back It wasn’t the first time Jane had changed Anna. When sent to Finishing School it seemed that Jane was both regressed and trained to be helpful in whichever way she could. As much as Anna didn’t like feeling as if she was taking advantage of her friend, she had to admit it did make diaper changes easier. Anna stared up at the ceiling as the front of her diaper was lowered and the stink of her own “accident” joined the lingering scent of Jane’s. If Jane had a problem with changing a diaper, she didn’t let it show. She pulled a handful of baby wipes out of the tub and started getting to work. “Anna, you’re go-…” The nursery door opened, and Ryan strode in carrying a package. He froze as he saw his wife flat on her back with her dirty diaper open. It wasn’t the first time Ryan had walked in on Anna in a compromising position. He seemed to have a habit of finding the worst times to walk in on her. His cheeks blushed red as he quickly averted his eyes. “Oh, geez, I’m sorry. I’ll…” Ryan started. “No, don’t worry about it.” Anna said with a deep sigh as she felt some cool wipes cleansing her skin, “You’ve seen it all now anyway.” Anna looked over at her husband who was still stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. He had a half-wrapped package in his hands but whatever urgency he’d had when coming into the room had seemingly dissipated. He was staring at the open diaper still. “Ryan?” Anna said. “Oh, right, yeah…” Ryan shook his head and then marched forward until he was standing at the side of the table, “I was just putting the shopping away and look what I found at the bottom of one of the bags.” Ryan held out the package and Anna took it. Just looking at the box she realised what it was. She quickly sat up, inadvertently making herself dirty again from the diaper that Jane was still working to change. She hardly noticed the renewed sliminess on her skin though; her attention was entirely focused on what Ryan had brought in. Anna opened the lid and felt a jolt of excitement as she saw the syringes inside. The small vials of pink liquid sloshed slightly as her hands trembled. She looked at Ryan with a big smile. “It worked!” Anna exclaimed. “Yeah!” Ryan replied though his enthusiasm couldn’t quite reach his wife’s levels. Anna put her hands out for a hug, but Ryan simply cleared his throat and looked down to her waist. Looking down herself, Anna realised celebrations would have to wait. She laid back down, clutching the medication to her chest as Jane started to clean her again. --- 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/mktpnjdq94048518 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2304577

Alice's "mommy" has never been this harsh before. How far is it going to be taken? And can Alice's bruised and battered psyche keep her sane in an increasingly abusive environment? --- 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 --- I slowly climbed to my feet. The room swam around me a little bit for a few second as all the blood that had rushed to my head drained away. I staggered slightly as I turned to face Mom who was now standing and pointing at the mattress. I kept my legs as far apart as possible and waddled towards the bed. It felt impossible that I wouldn’t leak as my diaper slid and squelched against me with every movement. I gingerly climbed up on to the bed on my knees. If at all possible, I wanted to avoid pressing my full diaper against the bed, nothing good could come from it. I looked at Mom and waited for her to get the changing supplies, instead she just looked at me in disgust. I sniffed and quickly regretted it. The smell was unbelievable. Mom started walking towards the door. “W-Where are you going?” I asked anxiously. “Downstairs.” Mom replied, “I’ll change you in the morning.” “What!?” I exclaimed. Despite my fear of Mom, I couldn’t keep a lid on my shock, “Y-You can’t do that!” “Babies don’t decide when they are changed. You’re to stay in that bed until I come to get you.” Mom responded cooly. She smiled with good humour that didn’t reach her eyes, “Have a good night.” “Mom!” I cried out, “Please, come back! I’m sorry!” I wasn’t even sure why exactly I was apologising. Mom left the room without a backwards glance and then closed the door behind her. I kept staring at where she had just been standing, she couldn’t really be leaving me like this. My diaper was so full, it was like a timebomb, sooner or later it would surely burst and when it did, I didn’t want to be anywhere near it, yet alone wearing it. The door would open, and Mom would come back in, she would say it was all a prank and then change me. She said that babies don’t choose when they are changed, but they weren’t left like I was either. I was a baby and I needed Mom! Minutes ticked by and nothing happened. I was still maintaining my position on the bed, not wanting to move and press the full diaper against the mattress below. Mom wasn’t coming back. I couldn’t stay in my current diaper, it was so completely full and disgusting, the thought was so horrible I simply couldn’t accept it. Every movement seemed to move and smear the result of the enema against my skin. My nose had partially adjusted to the smell, but it still felt overpowering. I looked down at the diaper which was bulging out in every direction. The padding was discoloured all over the outer shell and around the leg cuffs in particular it was clear it was barely holding on. I didn’t even want to think about what the inside might’ve looked like. I spent fifteen minutes calling for Mom and shouting apologies. I begged as loudly as I could for her to come and change me, I cried, and I raged impotently but I never the left the bed. I had been told to stay there and I didn’t want to provoke Mom’s wrath again. “I’m a baby!” I cried out as loudly as I could, “And… And I need my Mommy!” I was debasing myself but with the state of my disposable underwear there were no depths I wouldn’t willingly sink to if it meant a change. It didn’t even feel that humiliating any more. I had accepted it. I was an overgrown baby and that was all there was to it. I had to lay down. My arms and legs were getting tired. With a deep breath I slowly lowered myself on my front, I did my best to avoid putting any pressure on my diaper, but I was only partially successful. I could feel the poop being pressed against my front and moving dangerously up my lower back and sideways towards the leg cuffs. Finally, I was down, and I could bury my face in my pillow to cry some more. Like a baby with a dirty diaper, all I could do was cry out and hope a responsible adult came to help me. Nobody came and after a little while, with my room getting darker, I became limp on the mattress. Mommy really was just going to leave me in my bed all night. It felt obscene, she wouldn’t leave a normal baby in a messy diaper for that long so why me? What had I done? Before I knew what I was doing I was banging my hands and feet against the mattress and almost screaming in frustration. It did nothing to help me but by the time I had stopped I felt exhausted, and my throat was hoarse. I wondered what on Earth the neighbours might’ve been thinking, they surely heard my tantrum. I turned over slightly to lay on my side. My diaper was obviously not comfortable, and it was only getting worse. The poop was cooling, and my skin was itching, it was maddening knowing that I couldn’t reach down and bring some relief to my irritated skin. Outside of my room I eventually heard Mommy coming upstairs, her footsteps stopped outside my door, and I held my breath. After a few seconds she carried on down the landing to her own bedroom. Knowing I was going to be stuck there until morning I tried to get some sleep. It was almost impossible when I was in such a state. For a long time, I avoided laying on my back but eventually I found myself in that position, the sticky waste in my disposable oozing and shifting in the grossest ways imaginable. It was inevitable that the diaper wouldn’t last. Despite my best efforts and my attempts to remain as still as possible the leg guards of the diaper had got dirty, then my inner thighs became smeared, soon it was all over my lower half and the bedsheets around me. I started to feel less like a human and more like an animal. I still didn’t get off the bed though. Disobeying Mommy wasn’t an option. Once the leak started it seemed to become less important to be careful. I was already as dirty as I was likely to get, and the sheets were stained. So, I sat back and sank into the poop before lying down. Despite how horrible my circumstances were I knew that going to sleep would kill time until I finally got the change I so desperately needed. It was a long night. No matter how much I wanted to fall asleep it was really tough to switch my brain off. When I DID manage to drift off into unconsciousness it never seemed like it was long before I was getting woken up again. During the night my skin, already itchy, started to burn a little. I wasn’t stupid. I knew I was likely going to have the mother of all diaper rashes. Another sign that I really was just a baby after all. Mommy’s lesson was really sinking in. I saw how much I relied on and needed her. I hated that I had forced her to take such an extreme reaction. I briefly thought about running away after I woke up in the darkness surrounded by my own stink. I ran up against the same old problems. Where would I go? Who would look after me? It had been fully shown to me that I wasn’t capable of looking after myself and I couldn’t imagine anyone putting up with this like Mommy did. She may have been harsh, but I knew she was right. Maybe one day I could prove I was worthy of a second chance at being a big girl. One day. The night seemed to stretch on past infinity. It never ended. I lost track of all time in between my fitful periods of unconsciousness. It was like I wasn’t even there anymore, instead I had retreated deep inside my head where I could think about things whilst being separated from my horrible situation. The dawn couldn’t come fast enough. Mommy was usually an early riser and I could only pray she would stick to form. Reality and my dreams started to mix together, and I felt like I was becoming delirious. As I stared into the darkness I couldn’t tell if I was asleep or awake, whether my eyes were open or closed. It felt like I’d been lying there motionless for years. It was strangely calming. In the back of my head, I knew that if I tried to think about it too much I would be drawn back to the present and I wanted to avoid that more than anything. Better to float around in this strange state of semi-awareness where I was aware but separate from everything around me. If I could, I wanted to stay there forever. Nothing could be touch me when I was in that space. I heard the birds started to chirp. Then I started to see the early morning sun shining through the window. I felt like a wreck. I was exhausted in every way and as light came into the room I could see the bed. The area around my diaper was so gross I almost threw up. It was like a puddle of mud, aside from that there were smears here and there, many of them at least partly dried. My diaper area felt awful, and I had a maddening urge to stick my hands in there to try and relieve the itching. The poop on my inner thigh had dried and hardened which, whilst disgusting, at least seemed to make it smell less. I listened to the sounds of the house. I strained to hear whether or not Mommy was still in bed. It seemed silent. It surely wouldn’t be long until Mommy came in to rescue me. I wanted her more than anything. The doorbell rang out. I prayed it wasn’t a visitor, if someone saw me like this I would’ve died. I could just imagine Mommy showing me to them and talking about how useless I was. Many of the people around me had become aware of the diapers but I was sure if they saw me like this it would be a real shock. I heard Mommy’s footsteps downstairs. She had woken up before me but not come to change me… “Ah, hello.” I heard Mommy say. Her voice was muffled by the closed door and distance, but I could still hear her, “Yes, bring it in. You can leave it down here.” “We were expecting to set this stuff up for you, ma’am.” Came a male voice. “Oh no, it’s quite alright. I can manage.” Mommy replied. “Are you sure?” The man said, “It really wouldn’t be any hassle.” “I’m sure.” Mommy sounded unnaturally cheerful. It made me feel nervous, “My daughter is sick, you see. I think it would be best if I did it.” “I’m sorry to hear that.” The man said, “Well, OK, we just need a couple of signatures.” There was a pause and then some pleasantries before the door was closed. I heard what sounded like a large box being moved and Mommy grunting with some effort. The box seemed to be banging up the stairs although it took Mommy a couple of minutes to reach my bedroom door and push it open. “Good grief, it smells like a sewer in here.” Mommy complained. What did she expect? I knew better than to talk back. I needed a diaper change worse than anyone had ever needed a change before. Before I could say anything, Mommy was dragging the box, whatever had been delivered into the room. The cardboard was bare so telling what it was seemed impossible. It was big though. I was surprised Mommy had manged to drag it up all by herself. Instead of coming over to change me Mom started ripping off the tape on the boxes. I watched unsure if I should say anything. I desperately didn’t want to risk upsetting Mom any further. The package was long but relatively flat and as the flaps were opened up, I saw that there were rows of bars inside. “Help me with this and then I’ll change you.” Mommy said without looking at me. I was utterly gross by this point. I couldn’t smell it, but I was sure the air around me was tainted and I was shocked that Mommy could ignore it all. I slid forwards and stood up for the first time since the enema and felt my diaper sagging, it felt like it was going down to my knees. It was completely wrecked, and it felt like a miracle that the tapes were holding on at all. If they gave up, I could only imagine the mess that would result. “W-What is it?” I asked tentatively, hoping that it wouldn’t get me in trouble. “You’ll see.” Mommy replied, “Now, pick up that end and hold it against the frame of your bed. And for goodness’s sake, keep your mess to yourself.” It would be easier said than done. I picked up the side of the bars that she had indicated. They were metal and a lot heavier than I expected. Mommy had the other end and as I held the bars in place she started fiddling with something over on her end. I should’ve realised what was happening sooner but after she had finished attaching the bars at her end, she came over to me and started doing the same thing. I was able to step back and see what was happening. “T-This is…” I felt myself choking up with shame. “Getting a proper crib that would fit you would’ve been too expensive.” Mommy said casually as if this was all normal, “But fortunately I found the bars being sold on their own.” “But…” I mumbled. “If you want to get cleaned up, you’ll stop talking and help me.” Mommy instructed, “You’ve lost your adult privileges for good. Do NOT start talking back to me unless you want a spanking in that disgusting diaper.” Tears ran down my face, but I said nothing as Mommy fixed the bars to the side of the bed. We then had to repeat the process at the foot of what was fast becoming a crib, the other two sides were against walls and so didn’t need the bars. I had to kneel on my mattress when Mommy did the bars at the bottom of the bed. When she stood up and tested them, I was trapped inside. I looked around and felt as if I was locked inside a prison. I couldn’t believe that from now on I was going to be sleeping in a crib. I really must’ve been even more of a baby than I had thought. “Right, let’s test the opening mechanism.” Mommy said as she fiddled with a lock on the outside of the bars. A section of the crib that was facing out into the rest of the room was lowered down. Mommy stepped aside and I was able to slide out of bed. I kept my eyes on the floor. I had to keep reminding myself that I deserved this to stop myself from crying. “Go to the bathroom.” Mommy ordered. I did as I was told. I walked as carefully as I could to the bathroom and waited for further instructions. Mommy wasn’t long behind me and as soon as she got in the room, she started the shower up. I was instructed to get into the tub and then take off my soiled disposable. The scene was indescribably gross. Not for the first time I thought I might throw up, but I managed to stop myself. Mommy took the shower and turned the water against my skin. It was the longest cleaning I had experienced from her. Whilst some of the poop came off in the water, plenty more remained dried to my skin. She got a washcloth and was none too gentle in scrubbing me. I didn’t say anything throughout the ordeal but finally getting cleaned felt like heaven after so long. That said, there were definitely patches of skin that hurt despite the cleaning. I thought I knew what that probably was… “Diaper rash.” Mommy said with a sigh, “I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later.” Once upon a time I might have argued that it may not have happened had I not been left in such a disgusting condition for so long, but I was just grateful to be out of the foul diaper. I was towelled dry before being sent back to my room. When I walked in, the bars of the new crib confronted me like a cage. I shuddered. 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Ryan goes to work knowing what The Rose Resistance wants from him. However, when he hears about the latest developments in Sallas, as well as something about the person he's supposed to save, it gives him reason to pause. --- 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 --- Ryan was nervous from the moment he used his ID card to enter the building. He couldn’t shake the idea that everyone knew what he was doing, or at least that he was about to do something he shouldn’t. He thought he saw people watching him, but they usually just gave him a quick smile or a little nod of greeting. He had to stay calm, act like nothing was wrong and everything would be fine. After barely sleeping the previous night Ryan felt like he was running on adrenaline alone. He had gone back and forth over what he was going to do. He wanted to plead with Anna to see things his way, to tell her that he hated the idea of Jane being regressed permanently but surely it was better than all three of them ending up that way. It wasn’t that Ryan wanted Jane to be regressed to little more than a baby maid, but this was such a risk to take. He had only made his mind up about what he was going to do when he left the house that morning. The elevator arrived at his floor and the doors slid open for him to step out. “Good morning, Mr. Manning.” Isaac, the man on reception said. “Morning.” Ryan replied. Having been working in the government building for a little while Ryan was starting to become settled. He hadn’t been used to people greeting him cheerily every morning and he had to remember that as their boss he couldn’t become too friendly with them. Though it might be more accurate to say he was the boss in name only. The real power came from Mr. Taylor and others a level above himself, Ryan had to do as he was told just like everyone else in the highly stratified society. Ryan walked through the reception area towards his office. He tried to ignore the beseeching looks from some of the people in the waiting room, to many he was a villain, the man who sent women away, it didn’t matter to them that he didn’t like doing it when he was still rubberstamping the forms. Most men had little problem with that but for some it was a major inconvenience. Ryan still couldn’t get used to it. Men who came to the office frequently complained about their wives or daughters being sent to Finishing School not because of the terrible things that were done to them there but because they were losing a piece of property. In his office Ryan put down his briefcase and sat in his chair. No sooner had he booted up him computer than there was a knock on the door. Before he could say anything, Wayne Collins was stepping into the room with a stack of papers. “Good morning.” Wayne said. “Hello.” Ryan replied. He felt, as Wayne’s manager, that he should really admonish his employee for coming in uninvited, but he was worried about trying to assert authority he very much didn’t feel he had. “I’ve got some more work for you this morning.” Wayne said as he dropped the stack of papers on the desk, “There’s a new Finishing School opening, it’s a bit different to the others and… well, I’m sure I don’t have to tell you about it.” “Thanks.” Ryan replied with a smile that he hoped projected confidence. Ryan had heard nothing about a new Finishing School or anything else. His employees might’ve assumed that he knew what was going on, but he was frequently overlooked. It was on purpose, he was sure of that, he wasn’t welcome there. Ryan only had this job because of Anna and the value she could bring to Sallas. If possible, they would prefer to just sit Ryan off to the side where he couldn’t cause any trouble. Which brought Ryan right back to what he was planning that morning. Wayne soon left the office allowing Ryan to start working through the files he had to rubberstamp. Another soul crushing day of sending women away to a fate he didn’t even want to think about. He reached over to the files Wayne had left for him and felt his heart skip a beat. Ryan flicked through several of the folders, and they all had one thing in common. “Men…” Ryan muttered. Of course, Ryan knew that there had been some trials of expanding the Finishing School system to include men, but this was the first time it had come across his desk. The first concrete evidence that, despite the hyper-masculinity of Sallas, the government were fully prepared to suppress all dissidents no matter what gender they were. As Ryan started reading the files in more detail, he realised they had more in common that just their gender. All of them seemed to be charged with the same type of crime. Though the wordings were slightly different he knew they all meant the same thing. “Anti-Government Activities, Treason Against Men, Promoting Feminism…” Ryan read through more and more files. All these men had been arrested for working against Sallas. It was enough to give him second thoughts on what he was going to do. Was it a coincidence that these files came across his desk on that day of all days? Was he being sent a message? One slightly less subtle than Thorn’s phone call. The crimes these men were charged with were often the same things he had been accused of before getting kicked out of college. Most of these men did stuff a lot more innocuous than what he was planning to do that very day. Ryan pushed these new folders to the side as he started working on his usual workload. He had been so sure he was going to help The Rose Resistance before coming into the office but now he felt paranoid. It was always horrible to rubber stamp the transport of people to Finishing School, but that morning Ryan felt as if it was affecting him a little less than in previous days. He prayed it was because he was distracted and not because he was becoming callous about the whole thing. He didn’t want to become a person who condemn others without pity. It was midway through the morning before Ryan turned over the cover of a file he both knew was coming and almost prayed wasn’t there. Lynn West, charged with terrorism and subversive activities, was to be sent to the most notorious Finishing School for a lengthy stay in the most severe program. Ryan swallowed nervously. This was who Thorn had been talking about. He looked at Lynn’s picture. A young woman with a look of defiance on her face despite and black eye and bleeding nose. Whether these injuries happened during the arrest or the “interrogation” Ryan didn’t know. As he read more, he was increasingly shocked. Normally the crimes of women were massively overstated. He expected her to have done some protesting or vandalism, something that was unwise as a woman in Sallas, but not worthy of the sentence handed out. Instead, he saw something that gave him even more pause for thought. “Attempted Murder of a Government Official.” The text read. Ryan had been given no inkling that the woman he was trying to save was accused of such a serious crime. Thorn had given no hint to the severity of Lynn’s actions. Though if Lynn was truly a member on The Rose Resistance then the act was likely ordered by Thorn herself. Ryan questioned if he was really going to do this. No one deserved Finishing School but if Lynn had done what she was accused of then she really did deserve some sort of punishment… didn’t she? Or maybe, when acting against an immoral regime, what was considered right and wrong changed. Ryan hadn’t expected to be given such a moral quandary, he thought he had steeled himself for what he needed to do, now he was wavering. Pushing the file to one side Ryan started working through some of the other files. His mind constantly turned over what he had to do. He had convinced himself that it wasn’t anything too major, that he could write it off as a mistake if anyone noticed. Would he be believed? He was already considered suspicious after all. In the end the only thing that spurred Ryan into action shortly after a lunch break that involved him simply staring at the file was Anna’s threat. Anna’s threats of running away with Jane were sincere, he had no doubt she would actually do it no matter how doomed to failure it was. That was the type of woman Anna was, it was one of the reasons he loved her… and one of the reasons she could be incredibly frustrating. The right thing, for Anna, was worth any price. Ryan resolved himself to do what he had to do for his wife. He pulled the file over and felt his hands shaking as he looked at it. If he had known Lynn was accused of such serious crimes he wouldn’t have even considered this, but he felt committed now. All he could do was hope that the government were lying about Lynn’s crimes, it was certainly something he wouldn’t put past them. Taking his pen, Ryan started making some alterations. Normally he would just rubberstamp the bottom of the page and approve the recommended punishment but this time he was writing in his own notes. He went through the process of changing the punishment, there was no way he could just free her, but he could have her transferred. He crossed out the name of the most notorious Finishing School in Sallas and swapped it for one that had a fairer reputation. He crossed out the harsh penalties being imposed to make it just regular regression. It was the best he could do, and he was already walking a very tight line. If Thorn wasn’t happy with that, then he was afraid he could do no more for her. Ryan stamped the form and filed it away. His heart was hammering. The form wouldn’t be taken until near the end of the workday, in the meantime he was going to sit at his desk with it right next to him. All he could do was constantly worry about whether he had done the right thing. If he was lucky, it would be processed and filed without any scrutiny. Work never went fast for Ryan. His job was soul crushing to him, and it was made all the worse by the incriminating file sitting in a stack on his desk. He kept looking over to it, every idle moment made him question his decision. The temptation to pull it back out and change it back was overwhelming. Eventually he had to stand up and walk away from his desk even though it wasn’t time for a break. Ryan walked down the corridor towards the break room. He was rather surprised to find he wasn’t the only one as he entered through the door and went over to the coffee machine. This wasn’t a room he came into often; he preferred not socialising with the others whenever possible and ate his lunch at his desk. On the couch and stretched out confidently was Wayne. “Hey, boss.” Wayne said. “Hi.” Ryan replied. “Tough day, huh?” Wayne asked. Ryan froze up at the coffee machine. Did his employee know something was wrong? The drinks machine whirred to fill the silence as Ryan tried to work out how to respond. In the end all his stressed brain could do was push out half-formed thoughts. “I… I…” Ryan stuttered dumbly. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t pry.” Wayne chuckled, “I just never see you outside your office and you look like you’ve got the weight of the world on your shoulders.” “Oh, right…” Ryan turned back to the coffee that had now filled his mug. He wished he hadn’t left his office, “Yeah, just a bit… tired.” Wayne was usually the man to come into Ryan’s office if something needed to be communicated. The other employees were almost invisible, quiet and diligent like animals who knew they weren’t the leader of the pack. The leader appeared to be Wayne who had set himself up as the liaison. In turn Wayne was supposed to be subservient to Ryan, but the latter rarely used the little power his position granted him. It just didn’t feel right. He got the feeling this weakness, as it was seen to be by the other men in the office, had been sensed and that they were watching and waiting. It wasn’t the best environment for work to be done. “How are you finding the job?” Wayne asked. Ryan turned back to face the room. He thought about going right back to his office but that might be showing too much weakness. As much as he wanted to leave, he instead went round to the armchair opposite the couch and put his mug on the table. “I’m, erm, getting the hang of it.” Ryan said, “You know, slowly but surely.” “It’s a piece of piss.” Wayne laughed, “Just tick the right boxes and send them up the chain. Pretty hard to mess it up.” Ryan smiled stiffly and then drank some of his coffee. It was still far too hot, and he coughed a little as the liquid burned his throat on the way down. His one excuse if he was caught was that he had made an innocent mistake, it felt like Wayne was deliberately making sure that Ryan had no excuses for what he had done. “Hard to believe they pay us for this.” Wayne continued. He was apparently unaware of the discomfort he was causing, “Seeing some of the stuff these bitches pull I’d do the job for free.” “Yeah…” Ryan replied. A silence settled over the room. Ryan felt supremely uncomfortable and filled his time by drinking his coffee and hoping the situation somehow magically improved. Wayne watched him seemingly immune to the discomfort in the room. Every single breath Ryan took was second-guessed by his anxious brain, each movement somehow questionable to him. It felt like the way he was drinking his hot drink was somehow going to give everything away. “Well, I had better get back to my desk.” Wayne eventually said, “In case the boss comes down.” Ryan bristled a little. He was supposed to be Wayne’s boss, but it seemed clear the other man didn’t see it that way. Ryan pursed his lips in a thin smile and nodded his head. He was just glad that his employee was leaving the room. --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. 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Whilst I agree the story is dark, I also want to say that it isn't "torture porn" as it were. I have tried being somewhat subtle with motivations as well. The things that have happened in the story have had a reason for them. I will also say this story is nearer the end than many of you may suspect and I don't want to spoil the ending, but it is going somewhere that will hopefully be cathartic to those who have read it. I thought I made a comment about the events in this story before but I can't find the post so if it's here... have it again! If not then I want to write a little about abusive dynamics and... less than ideal childhoods. I'm going to spell out a few things that have been referenced in passing more than anything, a lot of which has been commented on by one person or another. Alice's mom is abusive. She has ALWAYS been abusive. Alice's father left home because of it but Alice's mom, being who she is, sees no fault in herself and since he left when Alice was young, she put the blame on Alice herself. Growing up she has always been very controlling of her daughter in a twisted attempt to bring her up "right." Any behaviour that was contrary to what she wants was punished harshly. Alice's social circle was kept small, she was rarely allowed out, treats were very rare, etc. This was because Alice's mom wants total control, and when she doesn't have it she gets angry. Hence the father leaving. I'm not saying the father was a good guy either, by the way, he left Alice in the household, probably thinking that with him gone mom would calm down since when he was there he would've received the brunt of the abuse. The point is... It's a terrible home life for a kid. Since Alice was given so few opportunities to meet other people, it became somewhat normalised and internalised. Growing up in an abusive household does a number on you mentally and emotionally. You have no self-confidence, trust issues, you believe everything is your fault... Alice had all of that. She got some freedom when she went to college but a few years there doesn't undo what happened in the rest of her life. Furthermore, Alice's mom, always the strict controlling abuser, saw her grip on her daughter slipping and lashed out. Hence, when Alice comes home from college it is priority number one for her mom to re-establish that tight control. Alice had a taste of freedom. She was able to broaden her horizons just a little, but going back into the abusive household is like going back in time. She never got rid of the ideas that everything bad was her fault, or that how she had been treated was acceptable... because she's bad. She's been told that all her life. There are myriad and complex reasons why abused people go back into abusive relationships and situations. In Alice's case it was a hope that she had proven she was now a fully capable adult along with hoping for it to be only a short time before she got a job and got out fully. Unfortunately, she underestimated her mother's need to control. And what better way for Alice's mom to show her suddenly wilful and semi-independent daughter that she needs her mother, that she isn't an adult at all, that is hopeless and helpless and needs to be kept away from the world, than what we have seen in the story? Alice's connections getting severed one by one, even the ones she had pre-college, until Alice's whole world is her mother who she needs for everything... just the way Alice's mom has always wanted it. Total control. In no way does Alice want anything that's happened to her, I want to make that clear. However, those internalised thoughts of deserving what is happening and being at fault, they've never gone away, and it makes it very hard to break away. I've seen people ask often "why doesn't Alice leave?" and my answer is everything I wrote above. A part of her, perhaps a large part, believes she deserves what is happening, and the people she knew outside the house have been disconnected from her, or at least that is what she has been led to believe. In her mind, her cousins, Kat, and everyone else have seen that she is a useless burden and the last thing she wants to do is inflict herself upon them. Remember, any of Alice's mom's reasoning for why she punishes her daughter in whatever way she does... it's always wrong. It is only ever driven by her need to control. If it wasn't wetting the bed, Alice's mom would've found something else. Abusive people will always find a reason and justification for the abuse. So, yeah, sorry for the huge post, I've just seen a lot of discussion, and whilst I'm happy for people to theorise and whatever else, I just wanted to clear up a few things about the relationships involved. I get the feeling some of the motivations and reasons aren't clear to people who have never experienced abusive home lives... or maybe I just haven't written the story well enough for people to clearly see my intentions, in which case, my bad!

Things are escalating fast at home. Alice's mom isn't at all happy that Kat was there, and is furious that Alice seemingly "used" her to get around the strict rules. She has a plan to teach her daughter a lesson and remind her just who she is. --- 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 --- At the end of the day, I felt that the only person I could be angry at was myself. I was the one messing up at every opportunity. I heard my computer make a noise. I looked up to see I had a message notification from Kat. It was the fifth she’d sent me, without reply, since she had left the house. I was a bad friend. I had promised to keep in touch with her more but less than a day later I was already avoiding her again. I sat up and went over to my keyboard. I opened the messenger window and sent a quick message of greeting and telling Kat I was OK. I told her I was tired and going to have an early night and shut down the computer. I could try to talk to her more but not that evening, not when I was still digesting the fact that I had lost all potty access. Not even being allowed to ask to use the potty felt like such a blow. I crawled under my covers and prepared to go to sleep. It was still relatively early, but I needed the blessed relief of unconsciousness. After a few minutes of being curled up in the fetal position and trying to ignore the diaper I heard footsteps stomping up the stairs. I immediately felt a knot forming in my stomach, this couldn’t be good at all. Whatever was about to happen, I knew it would be bad for me. My bedroom door opened, and I sat up to see Mom entering with a clear bag attached to a long tube. I had never seen it before, it looked brand new. She marched over to the closet and pulled out a couple of old towels that she laid in the centre of the room. Finally, she pointed, as if I was a dog, for me to come and stand on them. I did as I was told. “So, you like to poop in your diaper, do you?” Mom snarled. She sounded angrier now than she had been downstairs. I didn’t understand what had wound her up. “N-No!” I argued. My mouth was going dry. I was scared, “I just didn’t-…” “Quiet.” Mom raised her voice to cover mine, “I’m tired of your excuses. You’re nothing but a baby.” Obviously, I’d been treated increasingly like a baby since everything had started but I didn’t know if Mom had ever just said it so explicitly. I whimpered slightly. Mom pulled a small tube out of her pocket. It was lubricant, I was increasingly not liking where this was going. “If you like sitting in your own filth so much I’ll help you.” Mom hissed, “Get down on all fours.” “Mom, I…” I started. “Get down!” Mom shouted. She looked angrier than ever. It was terrifying. My knees buckled and I did as I was told. With shaking hands, I got down until I was on all fours on top of the towel. Mom walked behind me and I swallowed anxiously. The top of the tube was popped off and I looked over my shoulder to see a thick clear substance being smeared on the end of the tube. I was starting to get a very bad feeling about what was going to happen next. “You invite your friend here without permission.” Mom hissed. She was in a frenzy. I’d never seen her like this, “Why? So, you could tell her what a horrible mother I am? Well? Is that why you went to her house at Thanksgiving?” “No!” I squealed as I felt Mom grab one of the cuffed leg bands on my diaper. She pulled it back to the point where it was almost tearing to expose my butt. “No?” Mom sounded disbelieving, “You’re lying to me again!” “I’m not!” I cried out, “I didn’t know she was coming!” “I’ve always been too easy on you.” Mom muttered, “You’ve got away with murder for too long and it’s spoiled you. You’ve never had to grow up. Well, if you want to be a baby helplessly pissing and shitting in your pants for your whole life then so be it.” I had long known Mom was very strict, certainly stricter than any of my friends’ parents, but I had never seen her like this. She seemed totally paranoid and was ranting in a way I had never seen before, she was usually so much more composed and measured, to see this was extremely unnerving. “M-Mom, I swear, I didn’t do anything!” I cried out. “You take right after your father.” Mom said darkly, “Always acting like he could do no wrong…” As the tube, slickened with the lubricant, slid along my skin I shuddered. I had only heard Mom talk about my father only once before, when she had gotten drunk at a family party, when I had been a child. On that occasion she had ranted to me much like she was now, though it was less scary because her ire was pointed in a different direction. “Irresponsible and feckless.” Mom continued, “Never around to help out and then after you were born, he disappeared. Just ran away. I was always determined that you wouldn’t end up like him. You would grow up better than that. I guess you can’t help your genes. Maybe he was right, maybe I should have run away too.” I felt the end of the tube poke against my puckered hole. I whimpered, every fibre of my body telling me to get up and run away, and clenched tighter. The lube made it impossible to resist. After a couple of pokes where it was rebuffed, the tube slid right on in. No amount of clenching or pushing would get it out. Tears dampened the carpet in front of me. I gasped, I had never felt anything going up there like that. “He still sends a card on your birthday every year.” Mom continued as the tube snaked into me, “Did you know that?” “He… does?” I gasped, “Please, Mom, sto-…” “Asks how you’re doing, says that he loves you, apologises for leaving…” Mom snorted, “Asking for money and favours. Pathetic. You will NOT end up like him. You will be responsible if I have to drag you up myself. If I have to take you back to square one, so be it!” The tube stopped sliding into me. I shivered. I didn’t know whether to focus more on the extremely unpleasant fullness in my bowels that was making me feel like I needed to poop or the equally horrible words about the father I had never known. I’d never even suspected that he had ever tried to contact me. “Wait right there.” Mom said darkly, “If I come back and you’ve taken that tube out or moved you will deeply regret it. Do you hear me?” I nodded my head quickly as Mom placed the clear bag on the ground. She walked out of the room leaving me alone. I lowered my head and looked down past my body and between my legs where I could see the tube coming out of me. I felt like I had a final chance to run away. If I pulled the tube out right then and grabbed some clothes perhaps I could still get out. I didn’t move. Mom came back with a bucket of water. She must’ve filled it up quite a long way as she was struggling to carry it into the room. She went behind me and sat on the edge of my bed, I felt the tube move as she picked up the bag at the other end. “You’re a liar.” Mom said, “You are a burden. It’s your fault your father left. You never appreciated anything I’ve done for you.” I sniffed back tears as I hung my head. As I looked through my own legs, I could see she was filling the bag up with the water. As the bucket became lighter, she was able to do it more easily. By now I knew what was happening, but I didn’t yet feel any of the liquid entering me. Mom’s words washed over me and entered my brain just as easily as the water was soon to enter my bowels. “Worst of all, you don’t seem to even realise how bad you are.” Mom continued, “I tried to raise you as best as I could, but you’ve been such a disappointment. No matter, I’m not one to give up, we’ll simply start again. Then again and again. As many times as it takes for you to be better.” Mom stood up and held the bag in her hands. She was to the side of me now and I could see that the water had filled the enema kit to the brim. She reached down to a clip at the top of the tube and flicked it, a couple of seconds later I felt warm water entering me through my backdoor, it was a very strange sensation. Mom continued to rant at me as the level of water in the bag slowly dropped. Her words washed over me. She was confirming everything I thought she thought about me. The worst part was that the longer it went on the more I believed her. She wasn’t saying anything I hadn’t told myself after all. I was a failure. I was a disappointment, and I couldn’t be trusted. The water entering me initially didn’t feel too bad but the longer it went on the more uncomfortable I got. I started feeling a fullness in my bowels that made me shift awkwardly, I looked up at the bag and saw it was still half full. Taking it all seemed impossible. “Mom… It’s too much…” I moaned from the floor as I lowered myself on to my elbows. My digestive system was cramping and demanding I expel everything that was filling it. “You’ll be fine.” She said simply, “It’s only two litres.” I had no frame of reference. Was two litres a lot? Was it a normal amount? It felt like it would fill me up completely and come pouring out of my mouth. I could hear my digestive system rumbling and growling as it filled. The seconds ticked by and each one increased the pain I felt. The bag slowly emptied as I slowly filled. I winced and I moved one hand to my belly, I was shocked at how it bulged out beneath me. It was like I was in the middle of a pregnancy. “Mom, please!” I cried out. “Just a little more.” Mom replied coldly. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and sobbed. The cramping was growing to an insane degree. My body wanted to push the liquid out so badly. I felt so insanely bloated and it was a struggle to stop myself reaching back and yanking out the tube that was pumping me full. “Almost there.” Mom said. “I can’t take any more!” I exclaimed desperately. “Maybe if you hadn’t lied to me this wouldn’t have been necessary.” Mom replied airily and with seemingly little compassion for the pain I was in, “If you hadn’t brought a stranger into this house we could be carrying on like normal. It is your fault this is happening. You’re making me treat you like this.” I nodded my head. I would’ve agreed to anything if I thought it might get the damn tube out of my butt. I started to cry. Like the baby I was, I cried because I was in pain and there was nothing I could do about it. “What are you?” Mom asked as the last of the water drained into my bowels. “A baby…” I gasped in reply as another cramp rippled through my intestines. It felt like the whole length of my lower digestive tract was full and tying itself into knots. “Louder.” Mom demanded. “A baby!” I cried out between two sobs. “And why are you being punished?” Mom asked as she stepped forwards. “Because… Because I’m a bad baby.” I grunted, “A bad baby who can’t keep her diapers clean.” I would’ve said anything to get Mom to pull the tube out. I would’ve sworn the sky was green if it would’ve pleased her at that moment. She didn’t need to do all this. I understood that I was the cause of all my problems, that I made her do these things, and that if I only acted like a normal adult none of this would have to happen. “When I pull this out, I want you to hold it all in until I say so.” Mom warned me, “If you can’t do it then we will just repeat the whole process.” I nodded my head. I had no idea how I was supposed to hold all this water in when every nerve in my body was telling me to release. I felt a pull and the tube was slowly slid out from my backside, there was a surge of water chasing it and I had to clench quickly, even then I could feel some of the water, now body temperature, leak into the diaper. Thankfully Mom either didn’t notice or decided not to punish me for the indiscretion. The small leak was soon the least of my issues. Mom’s hand pulled the diaper to cover my backside again as I crouched on the floor not daring to move. Every fibre of my being was telling me to release but Mom’s words made me try extra hard to resist. I wanted to show I could be a good girl for her, even when it felt like my tummy was about to explode. It was like trying to stop sand slipping through your fingers. I stayed as tense as I possibly could, but it didn’t seem to help. Every few seconds I felt a squirt of warmth going into the padding regardless of my efforts to hold it back. Mom was sat behind me, I could only pray she wasn’t noticing my small leaks, further proof that I just couldn’t help using my diapers no matter how hard I tried not to. “P-Please…” I begged. I never thought I would be in a situation where I was begging to use my diaper but here it was. “You have to wait at least five minutes.” Mom answered. She seemed entirely blind to my struggle, “One minute to go.” It felt like forever. More and more of the enema escaped out of me as I desperately tried to hold it in. It seemed impossible that Mom hadn’t noticed that I’d failed to keep the diaper clean and dry until she said otherwise but there was no admonishment. Short of shoving a butt plug up there I thought it would be impossible not to leak at least a little bit. I was sweating as I grit my teeth. My entire digestive system was cramping up and the pressure in my bowels was growing to obscene levels. I was starting to get nauseous. “Alright, times up.” Mom said casually, “Do what you do best.” I didn’t need to be told twice. Before she had even finished talking, I had gratefully given up the struggle. I prepared to push down but found I didn’t need to. The enema squirted out of me and into the diaper only it wasn’t just the water that had gone in. I could feel the sticky sludge of waste being carried out of my body, the small lumps that rode out on the water and dropped into the padding. Without the diaper blocking it I was sure I would’ve been hitting the far wall. My bowels released with the power of a jet engine. The pressure started to drop and I felt some relief but I could also feel that there was so much more to come out. My face burned red as I pushed and could actually hear the squirting as I evacuated my bowels. I knew Mom was behind me, watching and waiting for me to be done. I grunted and held my breath as I emptied myself into the quickly filling diaper. I could feel that the already thick padding had grown so much bigger and rounder. “What are you?” Mom asked just after a particularly loud sound of breaking wind was followed by a fresh flood of warm water into the diaper. “A… A baby.” I replied. I felt exhausted and yet there was still more to come out. “And what do babies do?” Mom asked. “They…” I paused as another cramp forced more of the enema out of me. It was significantly lumpier than previous pushes and settled into the back of the diaper grossly, “They use their diapers…” “And you are using your diaper.” Mom said, “So you are?” “A baby.” I answered robotically. Every time she said it the words seemed to drill into my head and take root. The smell was sadly familiar to me but still very unpleasant. I was getting impatient with my body; I just wanted it to finish what it was doing so that I could be changed out of my messy disposable. I pushed and grunted as I worked everything out. The whole rear of my diaper felt completely full now, it bulged out in a round way, and I started to worry about whether it would be able to contain everything, certainly the large quantity of water had swelled the padding to leaking point. “A baby… a baby… a baby…” I muttered to myself over again as I let the last of the water trickle out of me. I was finally done. I was breathing heavily and could feel my heart racing. There were tears streaked down my face and I felt sweaty all over. In every way I was exhausted. What I really needed was a cuddle or to be told that everything was going to be alright. Reassurance that even if I was a useless baby that I would be looked after. “Finished?” Mom asked after a few seconds without activity. I nodded my head. My knees were aching from the floor and as I shifted position slightly, I felt the whole mass of mess in my diaper moving along with me, I had indeed seemingly filled it up to the brim. It felt like a balloon that could pop at any moment. “Get on the bed.” Mom ordered. --- 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/mkfbuk7o9592b323 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2285266

With Jane's medication running out tempers begin to flare. Anna is determined to get Jane more help, but what cost is she willing to potentially accept? And how does Ryan feel about the idea of going all in with the mysterious Rose Resistance? --- 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 --- As time wore on it was clear that Jane remembered everything from before she went to Finishing School. There was still a big black hole after she had gotten sent away and maybe, Anna thought, that was for the best. They quickly noticed that the injections wore off too, if Jane wasn’t given more doses of the medicine she slipped back into the way she had been conditioned to act and think. It seemed like the injections were either something she had to give Jane almost every day and it was either building up in her system or didn’t last long. Anna wished she could say that Jane was absolutely fine when the drugs were having an effect but that would be a lie. There was no doubt the memories she had were very traumatic. One thing the shots weren’t doing was making Jane more independent. She was as obedient as ever and if either Anna or Ryan told her to do something she would start doing it without a moment’s thought. At least there was some golden shoots of recovery though that allowed Anna to have proper conversations with her friend. “So… Ryan saved you?” Jane asked after Anna had told her about how their time at college had finished. “He did.” Anna smiled. “Wow, I never thought any man would do that.” Jane said. “They would.” Anna sighed, “Maybe not the meatheads here in Sallas but out there in the wider world most men would help.” “I believe you.” Jane replied, “But it’s hard to imagine, you know?” Free of Paul and the college environment Anna could finally be open with Jane about everything. Jane sat in rapt attention as if she were a child being read a story as Anna told her about her whole life. It seemed like Jane had been left feeling a deep anxiety. It made sense to Anna. After living her whole life a certain way, and going through several traumatic events because of it, Jane had just had the rug pulled out from under her, it must’ve felt like everything she knew had to be thrown out. Everything she saw and experienced was new and scary, she had to learn this new place in the world where she wasn’t just a slave to the whims of others. “What’s wrong?” Jane asked one afternoon. The two women were relaxing in the living room. Ryan was at work leaving Anna and Jane alone, they were sat on the couch together watching television. They still dressed up as they were expected to and were careful about how they acted, Anna didn’t want anyone to know Jane had been helped or that they weren’t living the “proper” way. Anna was glancing into a drawer next to the couch. It was disturbingly empty. “We’re out of syringes.” Anna said simply. “Oh.” Jane replied. “Yeah, I don’t know how long the current dose will last.” Anna said. “Can… you get some more?” Jane asked. She bit her lip briefly, “I really don’t like how I feel without them. It’s like I’m trapped in my own body, like I can’t think for myself.” “Don’t worry about it.” Anna replied with as confident a smile as she could muster, “We’ll work it out.” The truth was that Anna wasn’t sure what to do. She hadn’t heard from Thorn or The Rose Resistance since she had received the syringes. For the rest of the day Anna tried to help break Jane of her innate need to please. Whilst Jane was no longer suffering the most severe effects of her time at Finishing School she was still struggling with some things. If she heard an order or instruction from someone else, she would be up and doing as she was told before she could even think about it. By the time Ryan came home that evening it was clear that the women were exhausted from their efforts that day. Little progress had been made however, and Anna was feeling frustrated. With no more shots left all this effort would be for naught and she would only be able to watch as Jane slipped back, and all the progress made was undone. “I’m going to go upstairs… to change.” Anna said after greeting Ryan. Her diaper was only a little damp, but she wanted to make an excuse to go upstairs. “Alright, I’ll put dinner on.” Ryan replied. Anna crinkled as she went upstairs. She had no idea that as she climbed the steps, she was giving Ryan a good view of her clearly mostly dry diaper under her dress. She was too distracted. She had to find a way to get more medicine for Jane. Anna walked straight past her nursery, Jane’s nursery and the master bedroom to where the entrance to the attic was. She pulled down the ladder and climbed up into the almost completely empty space at the top of the house. In the enclosed space the noises from her diaper felt much louder. The phone was exactly where she had left it. At the far end of the attic and taped to one of the beams holding the roof up. She pulled it off and turned it on. Scrolling through to the contacts list revealed no saved numbers. She checked the call history but the only number there had been withheld. There was no way to get in contact with The Rose Resistance through this thing. Anna sighed and shook her head in frustration. “There you are…” Ryan’s voice came from the entrance to the attic and made Anna jump so hard she nearly tripped over a loose plank in the floor. “Ryan? W-What are you doing up here?” Anna asked as she quickly moved the phone behind her back. “Coming to see what you’re doing.” Ryan replied as he pulled himself up through the hatch in the floor and walked towards Anna, “Interesting place to change…” “I was just going there when I saw this room.” Anna tried to act casual. She’d had plenty of practice lying in the past and thought she was pretty good at it. Not to Ryan though, she could see her flimsy excuses weren’t holding water under his gaze. “Come on.” Ryan said as he reached his wife, “What’s going on? We promised no secrets.” Anna slumped and then slowly brought her hands out in front of her. They both looked down at the phone in her hand. There was silence but Anna could tell Ryan was annoyed, she could see the way his face twitched that he was trying to stay polite even though he probably wanted to shout at her. “That’s…” Ryan started with a voice that sounded slightly strained. “How The Rose Resistance contacted me, yes.” Anna finished for him. “Do you know what would happen if this was found in this house!?” Ryan hissed angrily, “Get rid of it!” “I can’t!” Anna replied, “It’s the only way I might be able to talk to Thorn and get more help for Jane.” “All this phone is going to do is get all of us locked away and forgotten about!” Ryan said angrily. “So, you want me to let Jane go back to being a slave?” Anna asked venomously. “I’m asking you to be smart about this.” Ryan was showing an anger Anna hadn’t seen directed at her before. “And “smart” is abandoning Jane to save ourselves?” Anna asked accusingly. “Neither of us can help Jane if we are all locked up in Finishing School” Ryan shot back. “You can’t expect me to let Jane go again!” Anna shouted now. Tears sprung from her eyes as her emotions boiled over completely, “I let her go, Ryan! I’m the reason she is like this!” “Anna, it wasn’t your fault.” Ryan said softly, “There was nothing you could do, you know that.” “I know that the only way I can help Jane is by sticking my neck out.” Anna said as she wiped her eyes, “It’s the least I can do.” “No, Anna, you-…” Ryan started. Anna let out a little squeal of shock. The phone in her hand vibrated and a second later it began to ring. Both she and Ryan stared down at it as the screen lit up. It was a withheld number again. “Don’t answer it.” Ryan said quickly. “But Jane-…” Anna started as she looked from the phone to her husband. “It’s too risky!” Ryan said with a slightly raised voice, “Who knows what’s in those drugs? And who knows who these people really are?” Anna hesitated. The phone continued to ring. She knew if she didn’t answer soon, it would cut off and she may never get another chance to speak to Thorn again. Ryan was right, this was a tremendous risk, but the medicine had worked so far. How would Anna live with herself knowing that Jane, the REAL Jane, was trapped inside the mind of a semi-regressed house servant? “Just ignore it.” Ryan said softly, “We’ll find another way. There must be…” “Hello? Thorn?” Anna answered the phone and held it up to her ear. “Anna, I trust Jane is doing well.” The voice on the other end was unmistakably Thorn. “She is.” Anna replied, “But we’ve run out.” Anna glanced nervously at Ryan. He looked annoyed but he was making no attempt to stop this contact. Anna took that as tacit acceptance to keep going. Not that she needed it, in her mind saving Jane was as important as anything else and she was willing to take risks to do it. “We know.” Thorn replied. “Can… Can we get more?” Anna asked hopefully, “We have money.” “We have our own funding sources.” Thorn replied with a chuckle, “Your money would be no good to us. You do, however, have your uses.” “What do you need me to do?” Anna asked. “You? Nothing.” Thorn said, “Your husband on the other hand…” Anna looked at Ryan. He could hear the voices on the other end of the line faintly but Anna now put the phone on speaker so he could hear what was going on more clearly. Together they waited with bated breath for what Thorn was going to ask of them. “Ryan, you work in the Department of Re-Education.” Thorn’s voice echoed around the room a bit and Anna felt an irrational fear they might be overheard, “An agent of ours was recently captured and is going to be transferred to a Finishing School to suffer the most draconian treatment available.” Anna was in shock. This whole time Ryan hadn’t told her what work he actually did for the government. A shiver went down her spine as she heard that Ryan worked in the worst place possible. He was the one sending women to their torment. Anna saw Ryan furtively looking at her as Thorn spoke. Initially she was angry enough to want to confront Ryan, but it wasn’t like he had much choice in the matter. Prudence dictated it might be better to let it go, at least for now, if it meant Jane got the help she needed. “I can’t…” Ryan started. “We need you to amend her paperwork.” Thorn continued without interruption, “We need you to have her transferred to a more moderate facility and a treatment we can quickly reverse when she gets out. She has knowledge we cannot afford her to lose, and we certainly can’t have her telling the government anything.” “But…” Ryan tried to speak. “The agent’s name is Lynn West.” Thorn said, “Her paperwork will cross your desk tomorrow. Do this for us and more medicine will arrive for Jane and, perhaps, a way for all three of you to leave.” “You’re not listening!” Ryan’s voice had some desperation to it, “I don’t have the autho-… Hello?” There was a click and then the phone hung up. Anna and Ryan stared at it for several seconds before the screen went black. Talking to The Rose Resistance felt like standing in a hurricane, she had no control of what happened and could only reach out to grab at any handhold she could find to prevent herself being blown away. Anna put the phone away but was painfully aware that Ryan’s eyes were burning a hole through her. She had hoped she could shoulder this burden alone no matter how unrealistic that prospect was but now Ryan was being dragged into it. After everything he had done for her it was surely too much to ask him to risk his job and, potentially, more doing something like this. “This is insane.” Ryan said. Anna turned around to see him leaving through the hatch back into the main house. She put the phone down and sighed as she wet her diaper. A change was on the horizon anyway, so she didn’t worry too much about the urine now cascading through the padding. Perhaps it was a bad way to think, that normalising this would undo progress made up until then. Anna didn’t know but right then her main concern was for her husband who was being asked to take a big risk on her behalf. Dinner was awkward that night. No one had told Jane about the phone call. Ryan hadn’t spoken to Anna either so she could only assume he didn’t want to worry her. Nonetheless he sat in silence as he ate and then left the table without a word. Jane asked what was wrong and all Anna could do was lie and say he was stressed from work. She was sure if Jane knew the real reason, then the poor woman would say she wasn’t worth it and to not get more syringes. Anna couldn’t let that happen. Bedtime was equally difficult. Jane was still struggling with being a fully-functioning adult again and as the medicine she had been given wore off, she started reverting to increasingly childish behaviour. That night she had asked for Anna to plug in her nightlight, and she had considerable difficulty changing her own diaper necessitating Anna to help out. When Anna got into bed Ryan was already there. Normally they would at least cuddle for a little bit, but that night Ryan was facing away from her and completely unmoving. Anna turned off the bedside light and laid down doing her best not to be upset. “Did you know they’ve started sending men to Finishing School?” Ryan asked in the darkness. His voice was flat, “Dissidents caught working against the state mainly.” “I’d heard that… Wait, is that the problem here?” Anna asked as she sat upright, “You’re scared of getting caught and sent away?” “Of course I’m scared!” Ryan swung his legs out of the bed and stood up. When he turned to face Anna, she could see how he was very angry, “This isn’t a game. If they catch me doing what Thorn asked…” “It’s the only way!” Anna said, a note of pleading entering her voice. “It isn’t. It really isn’t.” Ryan shook his head. “What do you mean?” Anna asked. “We’ve got it pretty good here.” Ryan said as he gestured around the room, “Yes, it isn’t perfect, but this is a nice place, you’re free to be you in private, we have a good income…” Anna felt the words reaching her. The thoughts she had been having since they had reached this house being vocalised. She wanted to let them in, to absorb them and be happy. Part of Anna wanted Ryan to convince her that they should forget everything. A strong guilt washed over Anna, feeling not unlike the warmth that so often flooded her diaper, the strong feminist left wanting the status quo. “What about Jane?” Anna asked. “It’s… unfortunate.” Ryan said slowly, “But she would have a good life with us.” When Anna didn’t immediately shut the idea down, she was shocked with herself. Was she really going to consider sacrificing Jane for this semi-charmed life? All because she was too cowardly to do what was right. But she wasn’t making a sacrifice here. She was asking Ryan to take a huge risk. “If you don’t want to help… Fine.” Anna said, “But if you don’t try to help then I’m leaving here with Jane. We’ll make a run for it ourselves, there must be someone out there who could help.” “That’s suicide!” Ryan brought his hands up to his head, “Total insanity! Remember when Jane tried to run? How far did she get?” “And now you’re the one sending others to the same fate.” Anna retorted. “That’s unfair.” Ryan’s voice was small, “I don’t WANT to be doing that.” “But you are.” Anna replied, “Look at what they have us doing. We wanted to buck the system and be free but now I’m in diapers and you’re working for them. Giving in to what they want us to do means they win.” There was a pause. Both had a lot to think about. Anna wasn’t exactly convinced herself, but she was having to wrestle with her morals. She’d been fighting for so long, how good it would feel to stop and just accept what she had. “Would you really run away?” Ryan asked. “Goodnight.” Anna said simply as she rolled over and away from Ryan. She didn’t answer him because she couldn’t. Ryan seemed to stand next to the bed for an age before Anna finally felt him moving back under the covers. She felt bad for laying down an ultimatum such as she had, but she had to make Ryan understand how important this was to her. That said, she really hoped Ryan wouldn’t call her bluff because if push came to shove, she really wasn’t sure if she could do what she’d said. She would really rather not have to find out… --- 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/mk9hfppz6ac5bb16 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2283021

With Kat gone, Alice is alone with her mother yet again. If she had hoped that her mom would just let bygones be bygones she was in for a surprise. --- 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 --- “She helped you go to the potty?” Mom asked as she leaned back in her chair. “Yes, I’ve told you that how many times?” I asked in annoyance. “Don’t speak to me in that tone of voice.” Mom immediately cut in. I looked down at my plate submissively. Like a puppy who had gotten a little too big for their shoes and annoyed the leader of the pack I immediately showed my deference. My dinner was half-eaten and although I loaded up my fork and filled my mouth, I had to force myself to swallow it. I didn’t feel hungry in the slightest. “And yet the bathroom didn’t appear to have been recently used.” Mom stated, “There was no smell, the toilet seat wasn’t warm, the sink was dry, and I assume you would’ve washed your hands…” It had been going on for hours. Almost from the moment Kat had left the house, in fact. I had been given a reprieve of around half an hour where I hid out in my room feeling depressed that my friend was gone. That was until Mom came up and the questions started. On and off, all day, Mom had been grilling me on what happened. She clearly didn’t believe my lie. It was exhausting, I felt like a captured spy being asked to give up precious information. It had gotten so overwhelming I had even gladly interrupted Mom to say I needed to use the potty. Having her help me out of my diaper and on to the seat was humiliating but at least she paused her questions whilst I tinkled in the plastic bowl. “And why didn’t you use your potty?” Mom continued, “You know the rules.” “You wanted me to ask Kat to help me on the potty?” I muttered in reply, “I still have SOME self-respect…” “Why not?” Mom shrugged her shoulders coldly, “She saw me changing your diapers. Would a potty have surprised her?” I took another bite of food as my face blushed red. Kat HAD seen my potty and, like Mom said, she’d seen my diaper being changed. That didn’t mean I wanted to make myself look even more like a baby in her eyes. I mean, I assumed by then her opinion of me couldn’t get any worse regardless but still, how was I supposed to tell my friend I had been banned from the toilet? “You’re lying to me.” Mom said. “I’m not.” I replied weakly. I couldn’t look Mom in the eye. I didn’t really know why I was bothering. I was acting like Mom was some cop who would only act if she got a confession or definitive proof. That obviously wasn’t the case. If she believed I was lying it was as good as one hundred percent truth in her eyes. Not for the first time recently, I considered running away. I was an adult and there was nothing forcing me to stay in the house with my Mom and yet I couldn’t leave. I didn’t have anywhere to go. Most of the people who I thought might let me stay with them had seen that I was just a big baby, none of them would want a burden such as me landing on their doorstep. The only person who seemed sympathetic at all was Kat and she had even offered me a place to stay but I didn’t feel like I could accept it. I didn’t want to wear out my welcome with the one person who would still give me the time of day. More than that, I knew Kat hadn’t seriously thought about what she was offering. Seeing everything that had happened in the house she no doubt saw it as a novelty or something, if she had to live with me day in and day out that would quickly change. She would see that I was a useless baby and send me back home. I couldn’t sever that one last link with the real world. “There will be some deliveries coming soon.” Mom said. She stood up with her mostly eaten dinner and scraped the remnants into the trash. “Of what?” I asked. “You’ll see.” Mom replied, “I’m just warning you now that I’ll need your help setting up some of it.” I didn’t like the sound of that at all. At least Mom deciding she had finished eating gave me cover to pick up my own plate. I squeezed past Mom as she put her plate in the sink, and I emptied my remaining food into the trash. I was using the fork to scrape the last of the food off the plate when I suddenly felt Mom’s hand pressing against my butt. I froze up, every muscle tensed. “You’re wet.” Mom stated, “Why didn’t you tell me you needed the potty?” It was true. I had wet myself. It had happened much earlier, before I’d even come down for dinner. It didn’t seem to matter how many times I told Mom how embarrassing it was to go to her to ask for the potty, she just never seemed to get it. As shameful as it was to admit, it was much easier to just wet myself. Diaper changes were a common thing at that point, and I could rationalise that I didn’t really have a choice. “I don’t know.” I mumbled in reply. A reply that even I had to acknowledge sounded pathetic. “Alright, new rule.” Mom said as she withdrew her hand in exasperation, “I feel like every time I give you an inch of responsibility you throw it back in my face. From now on you can forget the potty altogether.” My mouth dropped open as I turned to face Mom who was just casually walking through to the living room. I followed her feeling like I must’ve misheard what she said. When she sat down on the couch I stomped up and blocked her view of the television. “W-What do you mean?” I asked. “You heard me.” Mom looked incredibly annoyed with me, “No more asking for the potty. No more using the potty. Clearly you can’t be trusted with it.” “But... But…” I felt myself hyperventilating, “You can’t do that!” “Yes. I can.” Mom said simply, “And that will be how things stay until I feel I can trust you to make an effort again… and not lie to me.” I felt my knees get weak. I knew I hadn’t been as diligent as I might’ve been with asking for the potty, but it was still a choice I had, even if it left me so utterly humiliated. Now even this modicum of freedom was being taken away. I started to hyperventilate. One of the most basic things that people could take for granted, the ability to pee and poop in a designated place was being stripped from me. I guess Mom was still giving me a place to “go”, it was just into my diaper. I could feel tears and panic racing through my system. In my desperation I latched on to the last thing Mom had said. She was annoyed because she thought I had lied to her, maybe there was something I could do to save the situation. “Alright, I lied!” I exclaimed. I looked at Mom and saw her look straight back at me with her piercing eyes. “Go on…” Mom said. “Kat didn’t help me get to the potty.” I admitted in a rush of words that seemed to chase each other out of my mouth, “I... I… pooped myself. She WAS going to take me to the toilet, but I couldn’t make it…” I swallowed a lump in my throat. Mom’s eyes had narrowed, and I was trying to guess what had caused that reaction. Which part of my confession most angered her? “So, Kat… ch-changed me.” I swallowed as I finished. I looked down at the floor and held my hands behind my back. “I see.” Mom said tensely. “I’m sorry.” I added quickly. Mom didn’t say anything more. I wasn’t sure entirely what I was expecting but I had hoped she would give at least some indication that she had heard my apology. Instead, she turned and looked back at the television screen. I wasn’t sure exactly what to do. I had been hoping she would drop this new rule if I was just honest about what had happened. “So, can I use the potty?” I asked after an uncomfortably long silence. “No.” Mom replied without looking at me. There wasn’t a moment of hesitation. She didn’t even consider it. My heart sank. I felt myself tearing up and the crying I had only barely managed to prevent until that point started escaping me in big hiccupping sobs. I covered my mouth. My mother wasn’t going to be swayed. Even with my admission she had decided that I couldn’t be trusted to TRY to use the potty, even under supervision. She must’ve thought I was a complete baby and now I would have no choice but to show her she was right. My mind flashed with images of me using diapers for the rest of my life, a future where I was so used to being in used disposables, I didn’t even notice it anymore. It was too much to take. “If you don’t like it, maybe you should go stay with your friend.” Mom said sourly, “Since you like visiting her so much.” “K-Kat?” I muttered. I suddenly realised what had soured Mom on me the most, “This is about Thanksgiving?” Mom remained unmoved. She didn’t even look at me despite me taking up a majority of her vision. I had always known it would upset Mom, but she must’ve understood why I wanted to go somewhere else for the holiday, a place where I wasn’t under her microscope and subject to her arbitrary rules. “I’m sorry that I lied.” I said as I tried to keep my emotions in check, “I just-…” “I don’t care.” Mom interrupted me. She finally looked me in the eyes and I gasped, it was like I could feel hate striking me like a laser beam, “If you’re trying to change my mind you are wasting my time. You are a liar, and I don’t trust you. You’ll get your potty privileges when I say and only when I say.” I turned from the couch and ran from the room. I couldn’t stop the tears or the loud sobs as I crinkled into the hall and then went upstairs. I did just about the only thing I could think of as resistance and slammed the door closed behind me. I flopped on to my bed and sobbed. No matter what I did I couldn’t seem to shake Mom’s belief that I was a completely useless baby. It was hard to disagree with her. As I dropped on to my mattress and felt the warmth of the front of my padding pressing against me, I wondered what right I had to even disagree with her assessment of me. She thought I was a baby because I WAS a baby. She was right, no matter how much I wanted it to be otherwise, I messed up every little bit of freedom I was given. I couldn’t be trusted with a single ounce of maturity. I beat my pillows with my fists. I was stupid to think I was anything more than a burdensome overgrown child. Mom had always known that, that’s why she prevented me from doing so much stuff that other kids my age were allowed when growing up, she was right not to trust me. Clearly college had been a big mistake and a waste of time and energy. Sure, I’d managed to act like I was a normal person when there but after coming home Mom had shown how quickly that façade fell apart. --- 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/mk57k9i26fc4b122 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2273729

If there is a risk of being kicked out then... No. It wouldn't be safe.

Whilst Ryan is at work, Anna is trying to complete a difficult task of her own. In the afternoon she receives a visitor and doesn't have Ryan to help with what happens next. --- 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 --- “Come on… I know you know this.” Anna said as she sat on the floor in front of Jane repeatedly prodding a children’s schoolbook. Jane shrugged her shoulders. She was barely even looking at the book Anna was so insistently trying to draw her attention to. “I know they made this hard for you but think really hard.” Anna almost pleaded. It was a simple sum. Something any woman no matter how meagre their education would know. Jane looked down at it as if she was concentrating really hard. Anna watched and hoped that somewhere in that brainwashed head a spark would ignite, and she’d get the answer. Her shoulders slumped and she sighed as Jane shook her head. “Can I go clean now?” Jane asked. Anna slowly nodded her head. Jane had been very fidgety and clearly didn’t want to be trying to do the basic math, now she jumped up excitedly and hurried away seemingly excited to do her chores. Anna closed the workbook and slowly stood up, something made difficult due to the hated diaper between her legs and the puffy dress. After trying to teach Jane for the best part of a week she was pretty sure no progress was being made. It wasn’t just that Jane didn’t know the answers to these things, it was as if she didn’t WANT to know the answers. There seemed to be a part of her brain that rebelled at the very concept of answering the questions Anna was giving her. The knowledge must’ve still been in there, but it was locked behind a door neither Jane nor Anna had the key for. It didn’t seem like Jane even knew where the door was, let alone the key. There was an ulterior motive for giving up the attempt at teaching Jane when she did. Anna waddled out of the living room and up the stairs towards “her” nursery. As she reached the top of the stairs she let go of her bladder and immediately started soaking her diaper. It was distressing how easily she’d slipped back into using the dreaded underwear, but she comforted herself with the thought that she really didn’t have a choice. Anna went to the nursery she only spent time in to change herself and got the supplies out. She pulled her dress off; there was no way she was going to be able to do this with so many frills in the way and then got to work. As soon as Anna was in a fresh diaper and re-dressed, she looked over to the chest of drawers on the opposite side of the room. She walked over with all the expected crinkles and swishes before pulling open the top drawer. At the back, still in its envelope and hidden underneath some crisply folded diapers was the package she had retrieved at the mall. She bit her lip knowing how risky it was. She had no way of knowing for sure it had really come from Thorn, it may well have been a test from the government and do nothing or possibly even harm Jane. Anna opened the lumpy envelope and inside found a little wooden box engraved with a rose on the top of its lid. She shifted the small metal clasp on the case and opened it to reveal several syringes filled with pink liquid. There was a note on the underside of the lid. “Give Jane one a day.” Anna took one of the syringes and held it up. She really didn’t know if she could do this. If it did something to harm Jane, she wasn’t sure she would ever forgive herself. The logical side of her knew the risks but the emotional side, the one that often won out in these internal battles, said she had to get Jane back. Anna remembered how scared Jane was about being sent away, there was no way her friend would want to be like this. If the old Jane was still inside her somewhere Anna felt like she had a duty as a friend to try and help it out. Keeping one of the syringes, Anna put the rest in the box and buried them at the back of the drawer again. She walked back downstairs feeling nervous. Jane was in the kitchen bent over and scrubbing the oven. She had donned her short maid dress which did very little to hide the wet diaper underneath. Anna stood at the entrance to the room with the syringe behind her. “Jane?” Anna said. Jane didn’t seem to hear Anna as she continued to scrub the cooker. Anna wondered again if she shouldn’t just forget the whole idea. She had always been told the effects of Finishing School were permanent, that there was nothing anyone could do to a mind that had been broken in that way but now she was trusting someone she had never met who said the opposite. It was exactly what she wanted to hear though. If she could get Jane back it almost felt like any risk was worth it. Surely, no matter how bad the Sallasian government were, they wouldn’t set this up for Anna to hurt her only friend… would they? “Jane… Can I have a word?” Anna asked. “But I’m cleaning!” Jane whined without taking her head out of the oven. She spoke like a child desperate not to be taken home from their friend’s house. After all the attempts to teach Jane earlier Anna guessed the regressed woman was scared she would try to do that again. “It’ll only take a second.” Anna replied. Jane walked backwards until her head was free of the oven then she turned to face Anna with an impatient frown. She walked across the room and waited. Anna’s fingers clenched around the shot as she bit her lip, she still didn’t know what she wanted to do. “Jane, do you like being like that?” Anna asked. “Like what?” Jane replied. “Like a baby.” Anna said, “Doing all the cooking and cleaning. Don’t you want to do other things in life?” “Like what?” Jane said again. Her head tilted to one side. It was like she couldn’t think of anything she would be than exactly as she was. “I don’t know…” Anna shrugged her shoulders, “Get a job, have hobbies, travel…” “Silly!” Jane giggled, “We can’t do any of that stuff! That’s for men!” Anna couldn’t say for sure if that was just the regression speaking. Women in Sallas had it drilled into them that they were worth less than men and before her regression Jane hadn’t known any better. It made Anna angry all over again. She couldn’t let Jane continue to live this pathetic life, not when she could be so much more. Anna brought her arms around to her front and looked at the pink liquid again. “Turn around.” Anna said quietly. Ever the obedient servant Jane did as she was told without question. Anna walked forwards and bent Jane over causing the regressed woman to giggle and shake her padded butt. Anna brought the syringe forwards with a trembling hand. “This might sting a little bit.” Anna said. “Huh? OW!” Jane exclaimed. Anna pressed down on the plunger and watched the pink liquid disappear into Jane. She had chosen a spot on the side of her leg just next to her diaper. The woman on the other end immediately jumped and as soon as the needle came out of her, she reached around to the injection site as her lip trembled. She looked at Anna as if she had been betrayed. “Look, Jane, it’s for…” Anna started. “Ow! Ow! Ow!” Jane exclaimed as she broke into loud sobs that wracked her whole body. “What’s wrong?” Anna asked. She suddenly felt very scared that her worst fears were confirmed. That the syringe had been a trick and she had just caused her friend great pain. Jane practically screamed as she hopped from one foot to the other. Anna looked down at the injection and wondered what she had done. She started thinking she had just killed her friend. What should she do? Could she phone for an ambulance? Jane was bawling and looked to be in great pain. Anna dropped the syringe and put her hands to her head. She was starting to hyperventilate. “You hurt me!” Jane cried out between great sobs. “W-What?” Anna replied with a face twisted by concern. Jane turned around and pointed to where the injection had been made. There was a tiny red blot of blood where the needle had gone in. She looked from the blood to Anna and back. “Owwie!” Jane exclaimed. “That’s it?” Anna asked. Relief was washing over her like a cold shower, “It’s… It’s just the shot?” Jane nodded her head tearfully. Anna took a deep shaky breath and leant against the counter feeling equal parts ecstatic and angry at being made to think she had done something to really hurt her friend. She couldn’t help but let out a little laugh as she covered her face with her hands for a second. “Alright, let’s get you a Band-Aid.” Anna said as she opened the drawer next to the sink that contained their medical stuff. --- Anna watched Jane carefully. She had been watching her closely for any signs of recovery but so far nothing had happened. Jane seemed as obedient and subservient as ever much to Anna’s frustration. It had been two days and with each one Anna had given Jane another shot. She hadn’t told Ryan what she was doing just because she was worried about what he would say. He had been left very distracted from work. Despite Ryan saying everything was fine and that there was no problem, Anna knew him enough to know he was lying. As soon as he came home from work each day, he went straight up to bed saying he was tired. It meant Anna was left trying to deal with everything at home but that wasn’t too bad, it gave her more time to observe Jane. It was just after Ryan had left for work on that particular morning and just after Anna had administered another injection on Jane that the doorbell rang. Anna was confused; they didn’t get visitors and were still ignored by all of the neighbours. Anna looked through the spyhole and gasped as she saw Mr. Sawyer standing outside with the usual fleet of cars. She slowly and cautiously opened the door. “Ryan isn’t here…” Anna said immediately. “Hello to you too.” Mr. Sawyer replied, “I know he isn’t here, but it is time for you to earn your keep. Get Jane and bring her out here. You have five minutes to get ready.” “But…” Anna said. “Time is ticking.” Mr. Sawyer tapped his watch dramatically. Anna glared at Mr. Sawyer before closing the front door in his face. She turned around and hurried into the kitchen where she found Jane polishing some already near-perfect surfaces. Taking her hand, she hurriedly pulled Jane upstairs to get her ready. Four minutes and forty seconds later an out of breath Anna opened the front door again. Mr. Sawyer was still waiting, and he smiled as he saw the two women dressed in their best dresses with thick diapers underneath. Anna was sweating slightly from the speed she had been forced to move at but also because she didn’t like not having Ryan there to protect her. Anna and Jane stepped out of the house and followed Mr. Sawyer to the car. “Where are we going?” Jane asked. “For a fun day out.” Mr. Sawyer replied as if he were talking to an actual child. “But my chores…” Jane said as she turned her head back towards the house. “They’ll be there for you when you get back.” Mr. Sawyer said. Anna didn’t say anything because she had noticed something that hadn’t been picked up by anyone else. Jane had just spoken up of her own free will. She wasn’t going to say Jane never spoke without being spoken to, but it was a rare thing, and Anna was sure she would never have been so forward to a man like Mr. Sawyer. Was it her imagination just trying to see improvements in her best friend or something else? Anna and Jane were both strapped into car seats before the vehicles pulled away from the curb. As they left the gated community Jane started asking more questions whilst Anna just stared in surprise. “Is Ryan coming?” Jane asked. “No, he’s working today.” Mr. Sawyer replied, “He has a very important job.” “Doing what?” Jane was like a small child who needed answers to everything. “I’m sure Anna can tell you.” Mr. Sawyer said as he turned in the front passenger seat to look back at the women. Faces turned to Anna, but she had no answers. She didn’t know what Ryan did, he hadn’t told her anything. She shook her head to indicate she didn’t know, and Mr. Sawyer’s face broke into a wide smile. “Oh dear.” Mr. Sawyer said with humour in his voice, “Well, I can’t say I blame him.” “What does he do?” Anna asked quietly. “It’s not my place to say.” Mr. Sawyer replied, “And it’s not your place to know.” The car carried on driving and Anna stared out the window lost in thought. She saw all the familiar sights of Sallas. Women being pushed in strollers, pulled along on leashes or otherwise made to look foolish. She knew that compared to ninety-nine per-cent of women out there she was well off. Not for the first time she wondered if she wasn’t being ungrateful or expecting too much when she complained. They stopped at a red light and Anna saw a homeless man sitting in front of a shop window and begging for change. Most people that walked past just quickened their step and ignored him. Compared to him, Anna had it made. She lived in a spacious house and really wanted for nothing; everything could be provided for her. Wasn’t that enough? “Here we are.” Mr. Sawyer said as the car turned into a small car park on the edge of a large green park. Mr. Sawyer and his employees all started to leave their cars whilst Anna and Jane waited to be let out of their seats. The men seemed to be discussing something which was giving the women a little bit of alone time. Anna looked over to Jane to see she was wincing. Her hand went up to her forehead and she looked like she was in some pain. “Jane?” Anna said with concern, “Are you alright?” “I… I don’t know…” Jane grunted. As fast as whatever headache seemed to come on it passed. Jane brought her hands down from her face and looked around for a second before the rear doors opened and the two women were let out of their child seats. The two women were put in their harnesses and attached to their toddler leashes. It was horrendously demeaning to Anna but something she was becoming horribly familiar with. She was distracted by Jane though, the sudden pain she had experienced worried her and now she looked a little out of it and confused. “Alright, I want footage of the girls walking over to the picnic area.” Mr. Sawyer said as he started directing the camera crews. The morning was taken up with this set-piece picnic. Everything was closely directed from the girls walking over to the blanket hand-in-hand to the very public diaper changes they were forced to receive. Anna was prepared to be there the whole day so when the picnic was packed up at lunchtime, she was pleasantly surprised. Compared to previous outings it hadn’t even been particularly humiliating. At least, she was until they got back to the cars. “OK, reset and get ready to go again.” Mr. Sawyer called out, “Fifteen-minute break.” “Again?” Anna asked, “But… why?” “That was for the international audience.” Mr. Sawyer explained as if it was obvious, “Now we need to film a version for domestic consumption.” “What’s the difference?” Anna asked warily. “You’ll see.” Mr. Sawyer smiled, “Don’t worry your pretty little head, you’ll be home in time to welcome Ryan back.” Anna glared at Mr. Sawyer as he turned away. At least she and Jane were left mostly alone for their lunches. Jane required Anna to help feed her because she absolutely refused to do it herself but otherwise it was a fairly pleasant little break in the back of an otherwise empty car. “Are you feeling alright?” Anna asked as they finished up. “Uh huh.” Jane said. “Not had any more headaches or anything?” Anna continued. “Headaches?” Jane repeated with confusion. “Yeah, you had one when we first got here…” Anna said slowly. Jane looked confused again. She had a far off look in her eyes as if trying to remember something that happened years ago. She frowned but didn’t otherwise respond. “Alright, everyone ready?” Mr. Sawyer called out causing everyone to look his way, “Let’s get to work.” Anna and Jane were hurried out of the car and the difference between the international and domestic versions of this trip were immediately apparent. There were no harnesses or leashes, in their stead was the large twin stroller that Anna had experienced before. She was still processing what she was saying when a pacifier was pushed into her mouth by an intern. “Mr. Sawyer’s orders.” The intern said as he gave Jane a similar pacifier, “He says to keep them in or else.” Anna glared at the young man as her cheeks blushed. Jane accepted the pacifier with a lot more cheer. It was quickly becoming apparent that the government wanted to provide the citizens of Sallas with a much more infantilised picture of women than the international audiences got. The two women were instructed to get into the stroller and were tightly strapped in as the cameras got into position. “For someone who assures me they aren’t a baby you sure do pout a lot.” Mr. Sawyer muttered smugly as he tightened the straps that held Anna down. “’uck you.” Anna said around the pacifier. Her speech muffled and distorted by the mouth-filling teat. “Careful.” Mr. Sawyer’s voice dropped, and the warning was clear, “Believe me I would be happy to take you straight to Finishing School and making you compliant permanently.” Anna contented herself with just glaring as Mr. Sawyer strapped her in extra hard. The two women were then pushed away from the cars and filmed yet again. This time they didn’t go to the place they had their picnic but instead to the playground. Anna groaned but having experienced this all once before it wasn’t like she didn’t know what was coming. Indeed, despite the afternoon being humiliating it was virtually a repeat of what had happened before it didn’t feel any easier. Anna spent the whole time worrying about Jane who was looking increasingly confused and anxious. By the time they were taken back to the car Anna was soaked, and she was sure Jane was the same way, it didn’t seem like the men wanted to deal with that though, they were going to leave it to Ryan. “You girls have been so good I think we’ll stop for ice cream.” Mr. Sawyer said as he closed the door on the two women in their child seats. Anna spat the pacifier out and let it tumble to the floor of the car. She’d been forced to have it in her mouth all afternoon and now her jaw was aching. She would’ve much preferred to head straight home. “Ah, my head…” Jane grimaced in pain again. “Jane!” Anna tried to reach over but she was too far away, “What’s wrong?” “I… I remember…” Jane was muttering in between groans of pain, “We were… at college?” Anna’s eyes grew wide, and she wasn’t sure how to react. She wanted to encourage these memories but with the driver coming over she didn’t want anyone to find out something strange was going on. Jane’s headache seemed to pass as she looked up again. Her face was as white as a sheet and was looking around like she had no idea where she was. “Jane… Stay calm.” Anna said as seriously as she could, “You’re OK. We can talk about this at home.” “But… Paul…” Jane swallowed as she said her ex-husband’s name, “He… We…” “It’ll be OK, Jane. I promise.” Anna hurriedly said. She looked out the window and saw the driver just feet away from the car, “Just please stay calm. It’s very important, OK?” That seemed to get Jane’s attention. Even though she was clearly freaked out by her apparently returning memories she suddenly looked at Anna and nodded. It was an instruction. Her obedience had been brainwashed into her and no matter what she was actually feeling being told to stay calm made her do so. The front doors opened, and the two men got in the front seats. Anna kept an eye on Jane as they drove towards home hoping that her friend could keep it together long enough. On the surface she looked calm, but it was clear that just scratching the surface would reveal the turmoil underneath. The journey was interminable. They did indeed stop for ice cream but as Anna absent-mindedly licked hers Jane continued to stare dumbly ahead as the frozen treat melted and ran down over her hands. It looked to Anna as if her friend had short-circuited. When they finally got home Anna was thankful that Jane had remained silent the whole time. The two women were walked up the garden path to the front door of the house. Before Mr. Sawyer’s henchmen could knock, the door flew open to reveal Ryan standing there in his work clothes, he looked a little frantic and Anna assumed no one had told him the women were required that day. “What’s been going on?” Ryan asked immediately. “We needed your girls for some work.” A rather brutish employee of Mr. Sawyer replied, “Don’t worry we’re returning them unharmed. They were good little girls for us.” Ryan looked at Anna who gave a subtle nod to say she was OK. Ryan pushed the door open, and Anna was grateful to be able to disappear inside the house with Jane just behind. She practically pulled Jane into the living room and immediately the mask of normalcy dropped. Anna watched her friend drop to her knees and open her mouth as if she might scream, fortunately she made no sound, instead she grabbed her head and lowered it to the floor as if in pain. Anna dropped down and wrapped Jane’s shaking body in a hug. “It’s OK, it’s OK.” Anna repeated as she stroked Jane’s hair, “You’re safe here.” The front door closed a minute later, and Anna was finally able to relax. Jane was holding on to her for dear life as she sobbed. The living room door was pushed ajar and Ryan stood in the doorway; he looked very concerned when he saw the scene. “What’s wrong?” Ryan asked quickly as he walked inside and knelt down, “What’s going on?” “She remembers.” Anna said. “He sent me away!” Jane suddenly shrieked, “To… to…” “It’s OK.” Anna said again, “Just let it all out.” Anna remained on the living room floor with her best friend and husband for an hour without anyone saying anything. Jane alternated between crying and speech that was incomprehensible. Remembering her horribly abusive marriage must’ve been hard enough but if she was remembering the Finishing School as well then Anna could only imagine what she was going through. Slowly she calmed down, her death grip on Anna relaxed and she fell on to her side where she curled into a ball. She looked exhausted and closed her eyes. “How did this happen?” Ryan asked Anna quietly. Anna bit her lip and looked away. “Did you give her the injection?” Ryan asked with some shock. “Look, I know it’s risky but-…” Anna started. “Are we sure that was a good idea?” Ryan asked as he looked down at Jane in the fetal position. “I didn’t know what else to do!” Anna replied. Ryan didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. Anna had been with Ryan for long enough that she could see past his poker face at what was happening within. He thought it was too risky, that the potentially harmful effects outweighed any positives. Jane’s reaction seemed, to him, to confirm he was right. Anna looked down at Jane, her face was streaked with tears as she laid her head in Anna’s lap. Maybe Ryan was right. Maybe ignorance was bliss when it came to living in Sallas. There was just no way to know exactly what memories Anna had awakened. --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. 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I'm sorry to hear that. My own mother is great, but I've known enough people with mom's who are controlling, abusive, etc that I can understand how difficult it is. As you say, it doesn't get easier over time, they just get more controlling as you get more independent. It's not easy to get out from under situations like that. Just to address comments saying "Alice should just leave"... I understand the sentiments, and there is physically no barrier to her doing so, but mentally and emotionally there is a wall in front of her. You have to remember, her mom has been like this her entire life. That worms it's way into your brain, that makes it very difficult to be independent at all. It wears down your confidence and it is all designed to make Alice believe she CAN'T go out on her own. She's spent a lot of her life being treated like a burden, so she has internalised that. She feels she can't go to Kat because she would be that burden and ruin the one connection outside the house she still has, a golden thread she needs to cling on to. When you are made to feel useless, a burden, or less than an adult every single day you start to believe it.