Elfy

Amelia is visiting Catherine to get some news on Emily's emotional maturity test results... but that's not the ONLY reason she is there. Meanwhile, there are problems brewing back at home. --- 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 --- “So, you’re telling me Emily is the most immature person you’ve had in therapy?” Amelia asked. She sipped her wine and chuckled, “No offence but I could’ve told you that without a fancy test.” “I’m serious!” Catherine replied as she waved the test papers in the air, “I’ve never seen anything like it.” Amelia chuckled. She was sat on Catherine’s couch and they were sharing a bottle of wine. The sun had recently set and after changing Emily’s diaper Amelia had left home to see her friend. Now that Catherine was knew what was going on, well, most of what was going on, she seemed a lot more willing to talk about Emily. In fact, that was the reason that Amelia had been invited over. “But…” Catherine said. “Here we go.” Amelia sighed, “You’re worried about confidentiality and yadda yadda yadda still?” “It’s my job.” Catherine reminded her friend seriously, “Just talking to you about this stuff would be enough to get my license revoked.” “I thought we’d been through this.” Amelia said as she started refilling her wine, “I’m not going to tell anyone.” “We have.” Catherine conceded, “But I want to do something that’ll make me feel better about it all. If I’m going to help then we need to make this at least vaguely scientific.” “Honey, I don’t think you’re going to publish this.” Amelia shook her head with a smirk, “I don’t think it’s entirely ethical.” Amelia could see, even in the relatively low light of Catherine’s living room, that her friend had blushed slightly. “Honey” had been one of Amelia’s go to pet-names when they had been friends-with-benefits. The reaction was exactly what Amelia wanted. “E-Even so.” Catherine shifted position and leaned forwards to the table where she had a folder full of paper, “There are things we can do to see if… if it’s working. Amelia, what are you doing?” As Catherine leaned forwards Amelia had slid along the couch cushions a little until the two women were sitting very close. She hadn’t planned to be quite so forward but the alcohol had loosened her up quite a bit and the way Catherine stuttered and tripped over her words was only encouraging Amelia. She had always considered herself a good judge of what someone else was thinking and pushing what she wanted without stepping over a line. Right then she wanted Catherine and she was pretty sure Catherine wanted her as well. “Just moving over to get a better look at what you’ve got there.” Amelia said with a smile. “R-Right.” Catherine swallowed, “Well, it’s just some standardised tests we can give her to do every now and then. If the therapy is working, we should be able to see it.” Catherine took a large drink from her wine. Amelia didn’t really have interest in the tests, if she was honest, she wasn’t particularly interested in the “therapy” part of “regression therapy.” What she WAS interested in was Catherine. The flame of their romance had never died completely, at least not for her and she felt sure her friend felt the same way. She noticed Catherine sniffing the air. “Is that… perfume?” Catherine asked quietly. “Do you remember it?” Amelia answered the question with one of her own. “You used to wear it on all our dates.” Catherine said. She paused for a few seconds and turned to Amelia with a look that even she found hard to read. Maybe it was the wine speaking but this moment seemed perfect. Amelia wasn’t one hundred percent sure where Catherine’s mind was but she hadn’t made it this far into her plan without taking a risk or two. She slid down the couch a little more until her leg was pressing against Catherine. She leaned in slightly and saw Catherine do the same. Her heart began to race, the old flame that had been flickering had suddenly been fed new kindling. They were inches apart, mouths open and about to seal the fate of Emily with a kiss. Amelia’s phone, laying on the table, suddenly vibrated and the screen lit up. Amelia was perfectly prepared to ignore it but Catherine’s eyes darted over and she let out a small gasp. The phone continued to vibrate. “No.” Catherine suddenly turned away at the last moment, “We… We can’t.” Amelia stopped. She didn’t pull away and neither did Catherine. She recognised this for what it was, not a refusal, but fear. Catherine wanted it as much as Amelia did but she was anxious about what it would mean. “It’s just a kiss.” Amelia said softly. “But… But you’ve got Emily, you’re married for goodness’ sake!” Catherine shook her head and nodded at the phone. Amelia let her head drop and then turned to the phone. The name on the screen read “Emily.” Amelia wasn’t going to pick it up though, not after her wife had so efficiently blocked her at the last possible second. “A-And the ethical implications don’t bear thinking about!” Catherine continued. It sounded to Amelia like she was trying to convince herself more than anything, “We’re already out on a limb here.” “Sure.” Amelia said as she slipped away from Catherine a little bit, “No problem.” “I don’t understand though.” Catherine said as she looked to Amelia again, “W-Why would you want to kiss me?” “Do I really have to list the reasons?” Amelia said with a snort of a laugh as she drank some more wine, “Aside from the fact that you’re beautiful, smart and funny?” “But you have Emily. Aren’t you two happy together?” Catherine asked. “I love Emily.” Amelia answered. There wasn’t a question of that. If she didn’t love her then she would’ve left already, “But she isn’t a wife. She isn’t a lover. She’s a dependent. A burden. Even before recent events she was a girl and I need a woman.” Amelia looked back to the table where the phone finished vibrating and the screen went dark again. She sighed and shook her head ruefully. Finishing her glass of wine, she picked up her phone and started tapping on the screen. “Are you calling Emily back?” Catherine asked. “No, I’m calling a taxi.” Amelia replied, “I’m sorry, I’ve made things awkward. Whatever you need from me for this regression therapy, you’ve got it.” “Amelia…” Catherine said slowly, “You don’t have to go.” “No, it’s OK. I just think we have a lot to think about.” Amelia said as she clicked confirm on the app. Very quickly someone accepted the pick-up and were only a few minutes away. She looked up and smiled at Catherine. It was true. Amelia wasn’t leaving because she hadn’t got what she wanted. She wasn’t THAT selfish. It was undeniable that after what had just happened they would both need some space, clearly both women had a lot to think about in terms of the therapy and relationships. The evening was moving on as well, the missed phone call was most likely Emily complaining that Amelia hadn’t come home to cook her dinner or something. Amelia got her things together and when she next checked her phone saw that her ride was just pulling up outside. Catherine rose from her seat and walked over to the front door. She still looked conflicted and no matter how many times Amelia assured her she wasn’t mad it didn’t seem like Catherine fully believed it. “I had a nice time.” Amelia said as Catherine opened the front door, “And I’m sorry aga-…” Halfway through Amelia’s apology Catherine suddenly stepped forwards and placed her lips against Amelia’s. Taken by surprise Amelia barely had time to realise a kiss was happening before Catherine pulled away. It had been a relatively chaste kiss on the lips and yet it felt like there was electricity crackling in the air between them. “I’ll see you soon.” Catherine said. Amelia was too dumbstruck to reply as Catherine rather hurriedly closed the door. Her lips tingled where Catherine had touched them, it was the first kiss they had shared since they were together back in college. She would’ve probably remained in that spot all night staring at the closed door if the car waiting for didn’t honk his horn. Finally broken away from her shock Amelia turned away from Catherine’s house and made her way back home. --- Emily had watched Amelia leave the house with a mixture of annoyance and anxiety. Before going Amelia had been very clear that the rules remained in place. Emily was not to touch her diaper, if she did so Amelia promised to make the previous spanking “feel like a tickle” in comparison. Just to make absolutely certain she had even locked the bathroom door on the way out. Her last words had been to expect a delivery and that it was important Emily sign for it. Under normal circumstances Emily would enjoy being left home alone. It allowed her to play games, watch TV and surf the internet without Amelia bothering her. However, over recent weeks she had found herself increasingly coming to depend on her wife. As her control slipped, she developed a fear of the independence she had once craved. So as the front door closed and Emily was left alone with the ticking of the clock, she fretted over what might happen. “Pull yourself together.” Emily muttered, “It’s just a few hours…” Amelia had half-heartedly invited Emily along to see Catherine but she had been quick to refuse. She didn’t particularly like seeing Catherine, she was a nice enough person but she always felt like the therapist had no off switch and was watching Emily’s every more. Especially after humiliating herself at Catherine’s office so recently, she was keen to avoid her when possible. Amelia had been quick to drop the subject after Emily’s refusal, it was pretty apparent the offer was only made to be polite. Emily didn’t know if that should annoy her. Emily wandered into the living room and made her way over to the couch. Her ears no longer picked up on the constant crinkling, it had become part of the background noise. She didn’t notice how she had a slight waddle either as her body had adapted to the padding between her thighs. It had been remarkable just how quickly the diapers had become a routine part of her life. Knowing she needed to distract herself Emily fired up her console and started playing a game that had her hooked in the recent past. It was a casual rogue-like where the levels changed with each playthrough. After a little while of feeling uncomfortable and anxious Emily started to get lost in the game. She had become well-versed in turning her brain off and she was glad to do it then. If possible, she would’ve liked to remain on the seat absorbed in the game until Amelia came home. She wasn’t sure how long she was sat there when she started to feel discomfort in her belly but it was enough to make her worry. When Emily stood up, she felt her diaper sagging below her. She stuck her hands up under the skirt she was wearing and was shocked to feel how warm, round, and definitely wet her padding was. She tried to remember exactly when she had wet herself but was drawing a blank. It must’ve happened whilst she was playing her game and yet she didn’t remember it at all. Emily felt a shiver go down her spine at the implication. Had things really got so bad that she could wet herself and not even know it? Before Emily could go too far down that rabbit hole she felt a cramp twist her tummy. She started to hurry for the living room door out of habit before remembering the bathroom was locked. She froze at the bottom of the stairs as horror dawned across her face. “Oh no… No, no, no… Not again…” Emily moaned as the pressure grew. In desperation Emily ran up the stairs anyway. The bathroom was acting like a Siren’s call beckoning her closer. When she reached the door, she hopelessly tried the handle. Her breathing was shaky as another cramp seemed to push her closer to disaster. This was what she had been most terrified of happening when Amelia left her alone. Emily didn’t know what to do. It had only been a few days since her very public embarrassment at Catherine’s office and she didn’t want to make this a habit. It didn’t seem like she was going to have much of a choice though. She decided she would have to break the rules. The bathroom may have been locked but if she could get down to the backyard, she could take her diaper off and hide in the back corner to do her business. It wasn’t exactly the most dignified plan but it was all she had. Emily hurried back down the stairs taking them two at a time until she reached the bottom floor. As she turned to head down the hallway to the backdoor another cramp forced her to stop. She waited for it to pass but it didn’t. She tried twisting her body to relieve the pressure but it kept growing. She was taken back to the car when she had felt this exact feeling and knew exactly what was coming next. Emily let out a moan of resignation as her body took over. She squatted down in the middle of the hallway and covered her face with her hands. The rush of heat into her face mirrored what was happening in her diaper. Ever since her problems had started her stool had been looser than normal and she felt the rear drooping as it filled with her mushy waste. The physical relief was marred by the mental and emotional battering the infantile act was forcing no to her. The hot poop seemed to pass out of her body in a continuous flow. A long breath was exhaled as Emily felt the padding underneath her butt expanding outwards. She could hear the diaper crinkle as the disposable grew heavier and hung lower. With a grunt Emily pushed down to make sure she was done. She didn’t feel anything more coming out but that was scant consolation. As she slowly stood up, she felt the diaper sliding against her with the filth acting as a lubricant. It was just as disgusting as it had been in the car even if it was no longer a novel experience. As Emily’s eyes adjusted to the light after she uncovered her face, she started waddling back into the living room. She wasn’t sure what to do. The urge to change herself was almost overwhelming but she knew what would happen if Amelia found out. It seemed like every time she tried to keep something from her wife it ended with things getting worse. But if she wasn’t going to deal with the diaper herself it meant she would have to stay in it until Amelia came home and Emily had no idea when that would be. --- If you enjoyed this and would like to see the next part of the story RIGHT NOW you can do so on my SubscribeStar and Ream pages: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/m1cuafz5dm/chapter/890bfaf2-07c5-42fe-9ec8-2d9c64052dfd https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1710266

Honestly, bearing in mind the circumstances, it sounds like your wife took it well. You should definitely feel grateful for that after all the horror stories I've heard over the years! I suggest a therapist might be a good idea but I also think your wife has a few misapprehensions. She mentioned about it not being "age appropriate", if it were me I would want to know what she means by this. I'd be concerned that she is suggesting that I have an interest in younger people and I would definitely want to set that straight. I don't know what your explanation sounded like but one of the biggest misconceptions people usually get about us is that we're perverts into babies. You might want to make sure she knows that your interest is purely in ADULTS wearing diapers, if you haven't done so already. She also talked about childhood trauma which caused it. Again, I don't know your life or anything, but was there any trauma you think might've contributed to wearing diapers? If so, then she may be right. Seeing a kink-positive therapist might be a good idea. If not, again, you might want to tell her so. I'll just say again. Your wife does seem to have taken the news very well. I would definitely try to spoil her a little. Take her out on a nice date or something. You've been quite lucky to land someone who isn't immediately judgmental! Good luck going forwards and keep us updated if anything more happens

Sam is back in pre-school. It's the last place she wants to be, but perhaps a reminder is needed of how far she has come and what she is trying to get away from. By the end of the week, maybe she is ready for one more go at high school. --- Commissioned by: diaperboy187 --- My writing is my passion and my income. I'm only able to write as much as I do because of the wonderful support from my subscribers. With the ABDL purge on Patreon hurting my income dramatically I have set up a couple of alternatives. If you enjoy my work and want to support me there has never been a time where I need it more. For $5 you can see every update to my stories one week before anyone else and for $10 you get early access PLUS access to 50+ stories EXCLUSIVE to subscribers. There are other rewards and tiers available including discounted commissions. To find out more please consider visiting one of my subscription sites. Prices, rewards and everything else are the same across both https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy Thank you for reading and supporting me and my work ❤️ --- Sam watched Isabelle leave with disbelief. Have fun? That wasn’t going to be possible and she was sure Isabelle knew that. She turned around to face the room just as her old friend saw her once again. Olivia’s face lit up with a beaming smile when she saw Sam standing by the entrance. “Sam!” Olivia ran over and gave Sam a big hug. “Hi…” Sam replied. “You’re back!” Olivia continued unnecessarily, “Come with me, I’ve got new friends for us!” Sam sighed. She was back alright, but she didn’t want to be. She waddled behind Olivia, her diaper was already damp but she wasn’t going to go up to Carol and say she needed a change right away. She could already see the older woman looking at Sam with disappointment. Clearly she had hoped Sam was past needing to go to the pre-school. The pre-school was everything Sam knew and loathed. Forced to spend all of her time with small children it felt like her brain was melting away. Her days consisted of playing, having her diaper changed, playing, lunch, another diaper change and then more playing. When she went home it was much of the same. After the first day she stopped complaining, not because she found the situation any more tolerable but because she was getting nowhere. Sam had to begrudgingly admit that one part of Isabelle’s plan seemed to be working. Experiencing all of this baby treatment yet again was humiliating and made her more determined than ever to get past it once and for all. She had a lot of time to think about everything that had happened in the recent past. She started to understand where Isabelle was coming from. After fighting for so long to be treated like an adult as soon as the reins were off she had gone completely off the rails. Smoking, getting piercings and provocative clothing was not who she was. It had never been who she was. All of a sudden she found herself as embarrassed by the things she had done with Roxy and her friends as she was about the stuff she had to do in the pre-school. “Carol! Carol! I need the potty!” Olivia called out one morning in the middle of the week. Sam looked up from the dolls she was listlessly playing with to see Olivia hurrying over to the pre-school’s teacher. She was quickly taken to the bathroom. It was a stark contrast to Sam who was sitting in her soaked diaper and had made no attempt to get to the toilet. It wouldn’t have done her any good no matter how hard she tried, Carol had been told by Isabelle that Sam was to use her diapers no matter what. Sam sighed and continued dressing the little doll she was holding in a princess dress so it could go to the ball that Olivia’s doll was throwing. The child had a very active imagination and had dreamt up a surprisingly interesting story considering how old she was. A couple of minutes later Olivia was bounding back over to Sam with a big smile on her face. Another successful trip for the little who was quickly potty training. She dropped down opposite Sam. “I made it to the potty.” Olivia said proudly. Sam didn’t reply. She felt embarrassed to have a young girl talking about her potty training success whilst she was wearing a thoroughly wet diaper. She tried to focus her attention on the game she was playing but it was difficult. The spongy padding around her waist was impossible to ignore, especially as Olivia went into detail about just how well her potty training was going. “I’ve been doing super-duper-good!” Olivia said with a big smile, “Mommy gave me big girl panties!” Before Sam could say anything Olivia raised the front of her dress to show her grown-up underwear with pictures of cartoon princesses on them. Sam quickly looked away as Olivia lowered her dress and giggled happily. “Don’t worry, Sam.” Olivia said, “You’ll be as big as me one day.” Sam bit her tongue. She wasn’t exactly in a place to argue back. She sighed as she picked up a small toy comb to run through the small dolls hair. “Olivia, could you do me a big favour?” Carol said as she came over. She leaned down next to Sam and her friend, “Could you keep an eye on Sam? If she needs a change come and tell me, OK?” “OK!” Olivia said excitedly. Clearly the idea of being given such a responsibility excited her. “Hey! I don’t wa-…” Sam started. “Thank you, Olivia.” Carol said. Before Sam could say anything Carol had already stood up and was walking away. Sam was left looking hopelessly after the owner of the pre-school, she had reached out a hand to try and get her attention but now she let it drop to the ground. Just when she thought she couldn’t be embarrassed any further she was now being left under the care of a literal child. Fortunately Sam was soon able to go back to her playing. It might not have been the most fun she had ever had but it was enough to distract her a little bit at least. Olivia was taking her new responsibilities very seriously and had made herself the “boss” of their games. She’d always been the one to suggest what they should play but now she was ordering Sam around. She seemed to feel Carol had given her carte blanche to do everything for Sam. That included looking after her at snack time. “Come on, Sam.” Olivia cooed gently, “Open up for the baba!” Sam cringed. She was laying cross Olivia’s lap in the reading corner. Olivia was holding a baby bottle given to her to give to Sam by Carol and was trying to coax her to open up and drink. Sam was refusing thanks to what little remained of her pride. Being fed a bottle by a small child wasn’t at all appealing. When Sam failed to do as she wanted Olivia scowled. “If you don’t drink your baba I’ll have to tell Carol you’re being naughty.” Olivia warned. Whilst Sam wasn’t particularly worried about what Carol might think she was a lot more concerned with Isabelle. If Sam ever wanted to grow up again she really had to prove she had learnt from past mistakes and do what she was told. Suddenly, drinking the bottle felt like the difference between being trapped in the pre-school forever and getting another chance at growing up. “There we go!” Olivia said cheerfully, “What a good girl.” Sam opened her mouth and started sucking the sweet juice into her mouth. What a position she found herself in. Olivia seemed to be growing up before her very eyes. From being almost equals Olivia was now mostly potty trained and trusted to look after others whilst Sam had seemingly gone the complete opposite direction. She was helpless, diapered and needing to be looked after still. It felt like she was a long way from being allowed to be an adult again. It was shortly before lunch as Sam was putting away some of the dolls that Olivia fulfilled her new role to the maximum. As Sam was putting the toys back in the box and bending over to slide the box underneath a shelf she suddenly felt a hand pressing against the back of her disposable padding. She froze in place and felt her face go pink. “You’re soaked!” Olivia exclaimed, “I’ll get Carol!” Sam slumped and sighed. She wished she could say Olivia was wrong but her diaper was absolutely soaked. Still, having a tiny child be the one to make that determination was utterly humiliating. All she could do was waddle over to Carol and wait to be taken to the changing room. “Good girl, Olivia!” Carol praised, “I’ll tell your mommy what a good girl you’ve been.” The last thing Sam saw before being carried away was Olivia beaming with excitement. The little girl gave Sam a cheerful wave as the diapered woman turned away. Olivia being so nice and oblivious about how uncomfortable Sam was made it impossible to be particularly mad about her. It just made the situation that much worse. --- Everything came to a head on Sunday morning as Sam was changed out of a diaper she had soaked overnight. Isabelle had found that she had needed to use the trigger several times during the week to keep Sam regressed which had pleased her. “I think you’re just about back to normal.” Isabelle said as she taped Sam into a fresh diaper. “You’re not going to say the thing again, are you?” Sam asked nervously. “I think the lesson has been learned.” Isabelle replied with one of her characteristic thin smiles. Sam slumped against the changing table and sighed with relief. One week of pre-school had felt like an interminably long time, she wasn’t sure she could take a second one without completely losing her mind. “I’m sorry.” Sam said as the last tape was placed on her diaper and she sat up, “I’m sorry for how I acted. I… I don’t know what came over me.” “It’s OK.” Isabelle replied. She put a hand on Sam’s shoulder, “I think that as parts of you grew up very quickly others needed a little more time to mature.” “I think I understand that now.” Sam nodded. Now that Sam had been reminded what it was like to be treated as nothing more than a baby again she was ready for a second chance at being grown up that she would not waste. For sure, any time she was tempted into doing something naughty she would remember how easily everything could be taken away from her. “I think you do.” Isabelle said, “Shall we try going back to high school next week?” “Yes!” Sam eagerly agreed. She had been worried Isabelle would make her repeat every level of schooling again. “Good. Hopefully the last of the trigger’s effects should’ve worn off fully by this evening.” Isabelle said, “But until we are sure you’ll have to stay in diapers.” It wasn’t like being kept in diapers was something particularly unusual for Sam. One more day wasn’t going to break her, she was just determined to make sure that this disposable was the last one she would ever need to wear. Sam focused on her potty training for the rest of the day and by the time her diaper was taken off before bed she was confident she could stay clean and dry. She would have to be since the next day she would be going back to high school and back in pull-ups. She was nervous, not just about staying dry but it would be the first time seeing her high school friends since everything went down. They would no doubt wonder where she had been and she couldn’t exactly tell them the truth. As Sam got ready the next morning she left out the ear rings that had been removed after the party the previous week. She also decided to dress in some of the clothes Isabelle had bought her rather than the racier options Roxy had paid for. She needed to show she was responsible and worthy of her place. Another mistake would surely get her sent back to pre-school again and who knew how long she’d be stuck there for. Isabelle didn’t have unlimited patience and if Sam didn’t show progress she could only speculate what would happen. “I don’t want you hanging around with those girls.” Isabelle said as she drove Sam to school, “They’re bad news.” Sam felt a little prickling of discontent over being told who she could and couldn’t be friends with but she swallowed it down and nodded her head. She had already planned to steer clear of Roxy and her friends, she didn’t need reminding what had happened when she had hung out with them. It didn’t matter how “lame” she might be seen by the other students, she had to be as grown-up as possible. “Alright, well, have a good day.” Isabelle said as they pulled up outside the school. “I will.” Sam replied. --- You can read the next part of this story RIGHT NOW over on SubscribeStar and Ream: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/lwt7udqa47/chapter/6d15ce7c-47cd-4ad7-818c-16da946b8d29 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1703449

Emily goes to her therapy appointment where she reluctantly has to talk about what happened in the lobby. Catherine gives her a test to complete, and whilst Emily is filling it in, the therapist takes a trip down memory lane. --- Every update I post is available on my Ream and SubscribeStar pages one week before it is posted everywhere else. For $5 you can see everything I post before the rest of the diapered world. For $10 you can see every update early plus EVERY exclusive story I have written. That's 35 stories available ONLY on my subscription pages and nowhere else! I rely on my wonderful subscriber's support to be able to write like I do. Writing is my only income and the money I earn goes to help paying the bills, food and everything else my wife and I need. Everyone's support is HUGELY appreciated, without it I would have to find other work and I wouldn't be able to write nearly as much as I do, maybe at all. So thank you to everyone who checks out my subscriber pages and considers supporting me ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- The clock ticked on in the quiet office. Like what had happened in nearly all of their therapy sessions after a brief flurry of pleasantries Emily fell silent and Catherine was left searching for ways to get her to open up. The task was made even harder than usual by what Catherine had witnessed in the lobby. Catherine had taken in what Amelia had suggested regarding regression therapy. She’d even agreed it might be useful in this case but she had never imagined she would see Emily waddling in with a clearly full diaper. She wasn’t entirely sure what she should do next, how to get the ball rolling. “Do you want to talk about what happened?” Catherine asked. “No.” Emily responded shortly. Catherine let the silence hang in the air. After a few seconds it seemed Emily was mentally unfurling herself and getting ready to open up a bit. She opened her mouth and then closed it again. Catherine waited patiently. “It was humiliating.” Emily muttered, “I just… couldn’t hold it.” “I understand.” Catherine said softly, “If I may ask, has that happened before?” Catherine saw Emily shift uncomfortably on the couch. The patient didn’t need to say anything, the experienced therapist knew the answer just from observing her. “Once.” Emily said, “At the cinema.” “I see.” Catherine nodded as she made some notes, “Was this before or after you started wearing diapers?” Catherine could see the effect the word had on Emily. Just saying “diapers” seemed to make the woman flinch. Her body clearly needed them but her brain was struggling to recognise that fact. Regression therapy started to sound even more sensible to Catherine. Getting Emily to accept her limitations would do a lot to enhance her quality of life. “I was wearing a pull-up.” Emily answered. “Can you tell me… How do you feel about the diapers?” Catherine asked. Emily sniffed as she looked down at the floor in front of the couch. Her eyes shifted from side to side almost as if she was having an internal debate on how to answer. It was quite fascinating to Catherine; this was already much more open than Emily usually was. Perhaps the humiliation downstairs had brought her defences down and was allowing Catherine’s question to penetrate her mind. “I… I hate them.” Emily finally said, “Well, no… I hate that I need them. I hate how they make me feel, I hate that they make me worry I’ll be seen, I hate that I’m not allowed to touch them…” “You’re not allowed to touch them?” Catherine asked, “Why’s that?” “I’m not very good at putting them on.” Emily blushed slightly, “I tend to… leak.” “Ah.” Catherine said. “But, I mean, that’s the good thing about them.” Emily said almost reluctantly, “I don’t have to worry so much. What happened downstairs would’ve been a thousand times worse without them.” Catherine was surprised. She was about to tell Emily that she had a very mature view on them before Emily opened her mouth and continued. “But I hate them!” Emily continued more animatedly, “They make it so hard to get to the bathroom on time, they’re big, they’re loud, I have to keep worrying if people notice them and they are for babies! I don’t need them!” Catherine let Emily finish and couldn’t help but notice the way the patient was pouting at the end of her little rant. So much for the maturity. Despite seeing their positives, it was clear Emily’s true feelings were anything but good. Catherine was pretty certain that if Amelia hadn’t got things going regarding the padding Emily would still be having accidents in her panties. There seemed to be cognitive dissonance at play where she could simultaneously be thankful for them helping with her accidents whilst also saying she didn’t need them. “I’d like to try something.” Catherine said as she stood up, “A little test. Don’t worry, there’s no right or wrong answers.” Catherine went to the filing cabinet at the back of the room and pulled open the top drawer. She rifled through various folders until she found what she was looking for. It was something she usually reserved for patients that were children or in their teens but Catherine was curious. It was a mixture of a personality and an emotional intelligence test. “I want you to answer these questions as best you can.” Catherine said as she placed several sheets of paper on the low table between her and Emily. “Now?” Emily asked. “If you could.” Catherine held out a pen, “There’s no time limit. Take as long as you need.” Emily seemed suspicious and reluctant but that seemed to be her default state in these appointments. Catherine sat back and wrote some more notes as Emily quietly answered the multiple-choice questions. As she did so Catherine found herself glancing up from her clipboard at Emily’s crotch. It wasn’t that she was checking her out or anything, it was just the knowledge that there was a diaper under there. It reminded her of Amelia and a particularly interesting day at college… --- Seven Years Previously… --- “Amelia, this is crazy! I can’t do this!” Catherine hissed as she stepped out of the car. “You’re already doing it.” Amelia replied with a giggle. “Oh god… Oh god… Everyone’s going to know.” Catherine pulled down her shirt even though it was already covering everything. “Relax.” Amelia said as she took Catherine’s hand, “No one will know a thing.” Catherine found that hard to believe. She felt like she had the world’s thickest pillow between her legs, she felt like the crinkles were coming through a loudspeaker and that wasn’t mentioning the toy placed inside her vagina. She looked around nervously expecting crowds of people to gather to laugh at her. “We’re just two hot women going out for lunch.” Amelia said confidently as she patted Catherine’s ass. Amelia led the way towards the café they liked to frequent. It made the whole situation even more mortifying for Catherine, these were people that knew her and that she saw often. The chance of being caught and exposed felt dangerously high… so why was she already so damp with excitement!? Amelia had been trying to get Catherine to do this for weeks and she had finally relented. Diapers were more Amelia’s kink but Catherine was game to play with them too, occasionally she would wear one for her girlfriend. This was the first time she had worn them outside; she hadn’t thought it would be so terrifying. Catherine’s heart hammered as she walked alongside Amelia. She felt like she was waddling ridiculously. She tried to press her legs together and have a normal gait but, conversely, it just seemed to make her walking appear even stranger. She should never have agreed to do this, it was well outside her comfort zone. She clung on to Emily’s hand as if it was her only lifeline. Every time they passed someone Catherine felt for sure they would just know something was going on, they would hear or see something. She kept waiting for the laughter aimed squarely at her and the padded rear behind her. “How are you doing?” Amelia asked as the approached the café. “I think I’m going to be sick.” Catherine replied honestly. “You’re doing great…” Amelia leaned in close and with a giggle whispered, “Baby.” Catherine felt her face turning a deep red. She wasn’t really into the age play aspect of the diapers but right then Amelia could’ve whispered practically anything and she’d have been blushing. All her senses felt hyper-focused and that included her sense of embarrassment. Amelia pushed open the door of the café causing a little bell to ring. She led Catherine to their usual seats next to the window and sat down. Catherine looked around her, there were only a couple of other diners but it didn’t look like anyone was taking notice of her. As impossible as it seemed to her it looked like no one else could tell something strange and kinky was going on. The padding provided an extra cushion on the wooden chair and Catherine shifted a little, the toy that had been inserted into her moved and sent tingles through her body. “See?” Amelia said happily as she picked up the small menu, “Absolutely fine.” “That’s easy for you to say!” Catherine replied with wide eyes, “You don’t-… Oh!” Suddenly the toy in Catherine’s snatch came to life. A pulsing vibration that reverberated off the walls of her inner sanctum. Catherine was cut off mid-sentence as one of her legs shot out and kicked the table in surprise and shock. Some people did look over now but quickly turned away again. Catherine panted and closed her eyes before the vibrations died down, they didn’t stop but at least she could think again. Unbeknownst to Catherine and hidden by the menu Amelia had brought up her phone and opened the app that controlled the toy inserted into her girlfriend. She smiled widely at the reaction. it seemed her lover was even more sensitive than she thought. “Something the matter?” Amelia asked innocently. Catherine had felt she was blushing before but now it was as if her whole face was burning up. She looked back at Amelia with wide eyes. She had been told the toy had a few tricks up its sleeve but she didn’t know it would feel so… intense. Catherine felt so naughty. Out in public like she was and experiencing such pleasures. Having to try to act normal felt impossible, she wasn’t even sure what normal was at that point. The pulsing pleasure continued as she looked at the menu, occasionally it would spike caused her to gasp but for the most part Amelia kept it at a low-level buzz. She was getting wetter and wetter. The vibrations building up a feeling inside her that was gradually becoming overwhelming. “Can I take your orders?” A waitress asked as she approached the table with a notepad and pen. As Amelia ordered herself a coffee and a sandwich Catherine realised she had been so distracted that despite looking at the menu she hadn’t really read any of it. She quickly scanned it as the waitress turned towards her. “I’ll have a, erm… Ah!” Catherine let out a little exclamation as the toy buzzed to life. “Sorry… I didn’t catch that.” The waitress asked with a small frown of confusion. “A… A…” Catherine panted slightly. Underneath the table she squeezed her legs together against the padding, “The same as she’s having.” The words tumbled out of Catherine’s mouth. She wasn’t even a big fan of the sandwiches but her mind was unable to think of anything other than what was happening in her diaper. The waitress left the table and the buzzing was reduced again. As soon as Catherine was sure they couldn’t be overheard she leaned forwards across the table. “Stop that!” Catherine’s words were more pleading than authoritative. “Stop what?” Amelia replied innocently. A wicked smile crossed her face that seemed to turn Catherine on even more. “You know what you’re doing!” Catherine whispered, “I can’t think when you…” “When I what?” Amelia asked as she held up her phone, “When I do this?” Catherine’s eyes widened as Amelia’s finger slowly moved up on the screen of her phone causing the vibrations to increase. Grabbing the edges of the table Catherine froze in place. She didn’t dare open her mouth lest she start moaning. She didn’t share her girlfriend’s exhibitionist side after all and she was regretting agreeing to this “game.” As the vibrations climbed and remained sustained Catherine rocked forwards slightly on the toy to press it further into herself. She took some deep breaths that she blew out through her mouth almost as if she was in labour. Her eyes were closed as she tried to remain as still as possible. Just as it felt like her defences were breaking down and she was going to lose all composure the toy seemed to drop right back down to a low buzz. Catherine slumped in her seat as her eyes opened. “Amazing really.” Amelia said with a naughty smirk, “That was only seventy percent.” Catherine could only imagine what the full blast would feel like. She sat herself up straight again and tried to ignore the throbbing need that seemed to be aching within her womanhood. She was about to open her mouth to say something when the waitress started walking back towards the table. Catherine leaned back and hoped she was acting normally even as the buzzing grew again. “Thank you.” Amelia said with a smile as she took her drink and sandwich from the tray. Catherine’s hands were shaking a little as she took her own lunch. A little of the coffee spilled on the table. “Can I get you anything else?” The waitress asked. “I think we’re good, thanks.” Amelia replied. Catherine took a deep breath as the waitress walked away. She lifted up her coffee and went to take a sip when the vibrations suddenly jumped up to their highest levels yet. She audibly moaned and some more of her drink spilled, this time on to her clothes, before she shakily put the cup back down. “Oops, maybe you need a bib.” Amelia joked as she sipped her own drink. Thankfully the coffee wasn’t too hot though Catherine wasn’t certain she’d notice even if it was. The vibrations were making her pant as her hands went down to press against the diaper underneath her skirt. “T-Turn it down!” Catherine squealed in a hushed whisper. “Aww, is it getting a bit too much?” Amelia leaned forwards to whisper back, “You’re not about to cum in your diaper in front of all these people, are you?” Catherine bit her bottom lip. It felt like the sea of lust within her was roiling around in a storm, the waves growing bigger and stronger as the storm threatened to break. She could barely think as she took a great shuddering breath. Just as it seemed like bliss was going to roll over her it suddenly died away. The buzzing dropped right back down to a level that was barely noticeable. Catherine panted slightly as her senses came back to her. She swallowed nervously as she looked around. It didn’t seem like anyone had noticed anything amiss. It seemed impossible that there was such a storm inside her and no one else could tell. With her attention turning back to her own table Catherine looked across at Amelia as she bit into her sandwich. She put the phone down on the table and Catherine could see that the vibrator was at twenty percent intensity. She felt as if she was in a bit of a daze as she looked down at her own lunch. “Oh, I forgot to mention. This funny thing happened in class yesterday…” Amelia started launching into a story. Catherine was barely paying any attention. Amelia’s voice was being drowned out by the thunder inside of her. The sensations that had pushed her so close to the edge had receded but they were present enough to keep her arousal high. Catherine felt like if she just had the orgasm her body was craving, she would be able to get back to normal. She chewed her sandwich but her eyes kept flicking to the phone. Without even pausing in her story Amelia casually reached down to the phone and flicked up on the screen. The intensity jumped up to fifty percent. This time a moan did escape Catherine’s mouth and it was heard by the people nearest her. She quickly clamped a hand over her mouth and tried to disguise it as a cough. “Are you feeling alright?” Amelia asked with pleasant faux naivety, “You’ve gone very red.” Catherine was torn between begging Amelia to turn the toy off and begging her to turn it up. She barely even noticed how she was rolling her hips back and forth moving the toy against her most sensitive spots. Thankfully the table hid such wanton behaviour from most people. “I’ll tell you what…” Amelia said. She tapped the screen again and the intensity swelled to sixty-five percent, “We’ve been having fun but I can tell what you need. Do you want to excuse yourself to the bathroom and I’ll let you… compose yourself?” Catherine nodded quickly. “I want to hear you ask me for it.” Amelia said. Another tap on the screen and the intensity dropped to thirty percent. Catherine’s pussy complained as it ached and begged for release. She clenched her muscles against the phallic invader. “P-Please…” Catherine whispered, “I… I need to go to the bathroom.” “Not good enough.” Amelia said with a shake of the head. Catherine was about to try again when the Amelia’s finger dragged up on the screen. Fifty percent. Sixty percent. Seventy percent. Catherine’s words caught in her throat as she felt sweat on her brow and her breathing became shallow and rapid. “N-Not here…” Catherine gasped. She didn’t want to have an orgasm in front of strangers out in public. After being teased for so long she felt sure she wouldn’t be able to hold in the moans that were already threatening to come out. Seventy-five percent. Eighty percent. Those waves were reaching tsunami level and were becoming impossible to hold back. Catherine was a ship just trying to stay afloat in stormy waves. A tension was growing inside her that was going to swallow her whole. “P-Please… May I go to the bathroom?” Catherine asked plaintively. Her voice uneven and words separated by panting, “So… So… So that I can cum in my diaper…” “If you must.” Amelia said with a smirk. “Th-Thank you.” Catherine mumbled as she got out of her seat. She had just stood up, her knees feeling shaky when Amelia spoke up again. “I’ll just help you along a bit.” Amelia said. Catherine suddenly felt the vibrator hit new heights. She didn’t need to look back to know it was now going at full power and Catherine was panting as she staggered forwards a few steps. She knew she must’ve looked strange to anyone who happened to glance over but she couldn’t even pretend to act normally. Halfway to the bathroom door Catherine had to pause. She grabbed hold of the back of a chair with both hands as she tried to keep the orgasm at bay. Walking was only causing more friction and making the throbbing need so much worse. She decided she couldn’t hold everything back for much longer, if she wanted privacy she needed to go get it right away. Catherine let go of the chair and ran to the bathroom door. It was a single occupant toilet but thankfully no one was in there and she locked the door behind her hurriedly. No sooner had she got her privacy than she let out a long low moan. She was reaching the long-awaited crest of the wave and felt like the orgasm that was about to hit might be the biggest ever. Her knees shook as she leaned against the door and surrendered to the feeling. Catherine’s hands went down and underneath the bottom of her skirt. She started loudly rubbing the diaper against herself in a wanton search for more friction, anything to push her over the edge. As the tension reached breaking point Catherine almost felt like she was going to black out. She sank down to her knees and the storm finally broke. Catherine lost her awareness of her surroundings. As she climaxed like never before she almost blacked out. Her senses were completely consumed by the rolling tidal waves of orgasm. She was paying no attention to anything except what was happening in her diaper as the walls of her pussy clenched and relaxed automatically. It seemed to go on and on. Thankfully, and blissfully the vibrator was turned all the way back down to zero just as things were getting overwhelming. Catherine was left panting on the floor of the bathroom. It took a minute for Catherine to regain her senses. She didn’t know how long she had been in there but as the tides of the orgasm receded, she was left with a feeling of embarrassment. Her legs were shaky as she stood up and made her way to the toilet. For show as much as for any other reason Catherine flushed the toilet and then walked over to the sink. She looked into it and could see that her cheeks were a deep red. “Relax.” Catherine told herself under her breath. Catherine unlocked the bathroom door and stepped out into the café. She found that more than a few people were giving her strange looks and Amelia’s eyes were wide open. Even before Catherine had got back to the table Amelia was leaving money for the bill. “We should go.” Amelia said as Catherine reached her. “Go? Already?” Catherine had been eager to leave whilst she was being teased but now she wanted to enjoy the company of her girlfriend for longer. “Come on.” Amelia said hurriedly. Catherine was confused but didn’t argue. She followed Amelia, who was walking pretty fast, back to the car. Not a word was said until the pair were back in the vehicle with the doors closed. Amelia took a deep breath and leaned her head against the steering wheel before she started to chuckle. It seemed like a laughter borne of shock as much as mirth. “What’s going on?” Catherine asked. “Did you not hear yourself!?” Amelia said with a laugh. “Not really…” Catherine admitted, “I was a little preoccupied.” “Well, I think it’s safe to say you’re the ONLY one who didn’t hear you.” Amelia said as she brought her hands up to her face and shook her head. Catherine’s eyes were wide and she felt as if the bottom of the car had opened up and deposited her on the ground. She knew she had been holding back her moans and that the orgasm had seemed to dull her senses to everything but the pleasure but… “Oh my god…” Catherine buried her face in her hands. She felt so humiliated and yet even she had to let out a little laugh. “I mean… Really?” Amelia said as her laughter grew. “It wasn’t my fault!” Catherine argued back. Her own laughter getting stronger despite the embarrassment, “With that toy buzzing away I couldn’t focus on anything else! If you hadn’t been teasing me so much…” “Oh, so it’s MY fault?” Amelia playfully pushed Catherine in the shoulder. The two women’s laughter seemed to feed each other. Soon they were both laughing hard at the absurd situation they had created. When they eventually started calming down Amelia leaned over and put her arm around Catherine. She gave her girlfriend a little peck on the cheek. “I think we’re going to need to find a new place to get our coffee.” Amelia said with a final giggle before turning the car on and taking them back towards their dorm. --- Present Day…­ ­--- “Hello? Catherine?” Emily’s voice broke through the vivid memories and Catherine was brought back to her office. To her embarrassment Catherine found she had still been staring at Emily’s padded crotch whilst daydreaming but she quickly looked away. It didn’t seem like Emily had noticed anything. “I’ve finished.” Emily said as she passed the papers back to Catherine. Catherine took them and gave them a cursory glance to make sure all the answers had been answered before putting them to one side. She looked back at Emily with a warm smile. She felt hot and was sure her cheeks had reddened from the errant imagination. Thankfully Emily had no idea exactly where Catherine’s mind had wandered. “So did I pass?” Emily asked. “Hm?” Catherine frowned. “The test.” Emily nodded to the papers, “Did I pass?” “I told you, Emily, this wasn’t a test with right and wrong answers.” Catherine replied, “And it’ll take me a little while to analyse. For now, though, I think our time is coming to an end. Perhaps we should leave things here and continue next time.” “Sure.” Emily replied as she stood up. Catherine wasn’t stupid. She knew Emily would welcome any opportunity to leave a session early. The therapist was under no illusions that Emily was there out of choice. Sure, she didn’t fight the appointments as much as she used to but without Amelia’s pushing Catherine was certain Emily would’ve stopped visiting her a long time ago. Once the office door was closed Catherine returned to her seat. She hadn’t been entirely truthful regarding how long it would take to look at Emily’s answers. It was a multiple-choice test so she just had to check each response with the answer sheet. She’d only been half-finished when it became clear what the test was suggesting. By the time the marking was over the result was in no doubt. “Patient has an extremely immature personality.” Catherine read, “Prone to fits of emotional outbursts and difficulties not getting her way. Patient likely struggles when things don’t go their way and will almost always try to blame outside failures for their own shortcomings…” The paragraphs went on. Catherine read through them and though she might as well replace the word “patient” with “Emily.” It was almost eerie how well she fit into the description. Catherine sat back in her seat. There were plenty of suggested treatments but most were standard therapy techniques that Catherine had already tried with Emily in the past. Perhaps this was where Catherine could make her contribution to the field she loved so much. 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Sam is back home from the party... and she is wrecked. Isabelle sees the state Sam has gotten into when given the smallest amount of independence and decides that maybe Sam wasn't ready for it after all. --- Commissioned by: diaperboy187 --- My writing is my passion and my income. I'm only able to write as much as I do because of the wonderful support from my subscribers. With the ABDL purge on Patreon hurting my income dramatically I have set up a couple of alternatives. If you enjoy my work and want to support me there has never been a time where I need it more. For $5 you can see every update to my stories one week before anyone else and for $10 you get early access PLUS access to 50+ stories EXCLUSIVE to subscribers. There are other rewards and tiers available including discounted commissions. To find out more please consider visiting one of my subscription sites. Prices, rewards and everything else are the same across both https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy Thank you for reading and supporting me and my work ❤️ --- “Thank you, officer.” Isabelle said, “I’m sorry for the confusion. I’ll take it from here.” “No problem, ma’am.” The officer replied. He looked down at Sam who was looking very much the worse for wear, “You look after yourself.” The officer turned away and Isabelle closed the door. Sam was still swaying on the spot. She looked up at Isabelle with half-lidded eyes. Even through her drunkenness she could feel the bruises covering her from her fall down the stairs and grazes on her knees from hitting the pavement. She could feel the urine that was now cold against her legs and her new clothes and hair scruffily pointing everywhere. “Good lord…” Isabelle shook her head, “Look at the state of you.” “I’m fine.” Sam said as she leaned against the wall. “Fine?” Isabelle put her hands on her hips, “You are a mess. Is this what happens when you’re given an inch of independence?” “Oh, fuck off!” Sam exclaimed. Her drunk mind unable to stop her mouth in time. She knew Isabelle abhorred swearing. Sam had just enough time to realise what she had said before Isabelle’s hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. She stumbled forwards into Isabelle’s arms and was roughly lifted into the air. She was carried into the living room under one of her guardian’s arms. Her limbs flailed in the air as she was carried over to the couch. “I should’ve done this when you first started disrespecting me.” Isabelle said crossly. Sam grunted as she was placed across Isabelle’s lap facing the ground. She tried to pull herself off the bigger woman’s lap but was pinned in place. She felt the back of her dress get pulled up her back to reveal the rear of her thoroughly soaked padding. “Get off! I’m not a baby!” Sam yelled. “You’re acting like one.” Isabelle growled in response. Before Sam could say anything in reply she felt Isabelle’s hand smack against her butt. She let out a yelp like a wounded puppy and tried to reach back to defend herself. The second spank landed with a slightly wet splat on her soggy rear. The third, fourth and fifth all landed on the same spots. Sam was starting to sob as she was helplessly spanked, it was as if all the progress she had made was being removed with each whack of her behind. The alcohol had loosened her emotions and she started screaming and crying as she tried to kick her way free. A mixture of Sam’s distress and the amount of alcohol she had ingested was quickly doing a number on Sam’s digestive system. With the merest hint of warning Sam started to throw up on to the floor beneath her. “Isabelle… Stop… I’m sorry…” Every couple of words more vomit splashed on the floor and on to Isabelle’s legs. This seemed to only anger Sam’s caretaker even more. The spanking continued unabated and Sam felt the other end of her digestive system lose control. As her ass was tanned she felt her bowels push down before she knew it a very loose slurry of poop started to uncontrollably vacate her body. The disposable started to fill and as Isabelle’s hand spanked against her the squishiness was spread over her backside. Sam had never felt so gross and disgusting. She was exhausted and when the spanking stopped she was limp and breathing heavily through the tears that were pouring down her face. She could feel darkness overtaking her as her exhausted little body yearned for unconsciousness. “You’re… not my Mommy…” Sam muttered tiredly just loud enough for Isabelle to hear her before she passed out. Isabelle was left with a little girl snoring on her lap covered in poop, urine, vomit and a lot of cuts and bruises. She sighed as she picked Sam up and started walking towards the stairs. It was going to be a long night but she had to make sure Sam learnt her lesson before she went home. --- Sam felt incredible pain. It was as if she had just gone twelve rounds with a heavyweight boxer. Every inch of her body was a mess but by far the worst pains were in her head and on her butt. She still hadn’t opened her eyes or moved as the events of the previous day slowly started to come back to her. The second feeling Sam felt was an incredible thickness between her legs. Opening her eyes felt like a herculean effort so she substituted her eyes for hands. She reached down between her legs and instead of the thin pull-ups she had grown used to she felt a huge sphere of padding. Clearly diapers, they seemed to be layered many times to create the biggest and thickest underwear she had ever worn. “Why…?” Sam whined. “Because you need to learn that actions have consequences.” Isabelle’s voice came from the opposite corner of the room. Sam slowly opened her eyes and immediately could tell things were wrong. Above her she saw a baby’s mobile, on all sides were the tall bars of the crib she had left behind what felt like a lifetime ago. She tried to sit up but that was much too adventurous and as she nearly threw up she laid back down again. “I’m sorry, alright.” Sam said. Her hand patted the side of her pillow expecting to find a baby bottle to go with her new surroundings. She wasn’t disappointed. “You will be.” Isabelle said as she stood up from the chair in the corner. Sam gratefully sucked down the juice to hydrate herself as Isabelle appeared looking over down at her over the top of the bars. Sam drained the whole bottle and felt a little better. She tried to sit up again and this time she was able to do so though her head pounded in complaint. Her butt throbbed from the bruises she had received from her punishment the previous night. “Alright, alright…” Sam said as she put her hand up to block the sunlight coming through the curtain, “You’ve had your fun.” “Fun?” Isabelle replied with raised eyebrows, “You think this is fun for me?” “You know what I mean.” Sam said dismissively. She could’ve done with some painkillers with her bottle. “You don’t seem to understand what’s happening so let me spell it out.” Isabelle said, “You went out last night and got yourself into such a dangerous state you had to be driven home by a police officer. What if he hadn’t come along, hmm? Would you have spent the night on some park bench somewhere?” “I was walking home!” Sam raised her voice and instantly regretted the decision when her head throbbed harder. “I blame myself.” Isabelle continued, “We’ve been so focused on you growing up and getting back to where you should be that I forgot there are other things to consider. Emotionally, I think we’ve moved too quickly. I think we need to put everything on pause.” “W-What do you mean?” Sam asked. She started feeling nervous where all this was heading. “You’re going back to pre-school next week.” Isabelle spoke as if she was a judge pronouncing a sentence, “And your potty privileges have been revoked.” “What!? NO!” Sam shook her head and ignored the pain that came with it “Maybe when you see what you can lose it will remind you to be more responsible and respectful.” Isabelle said. “You can’t!” Sam had tears in her eyes. A mixture of sadness and anger, “I’ll tell everyone what is going on! I’ll MAKE them take me home, ready or not!” “I was afraid you would threaten something like that.” Isabelle shook her head sadly, “You do seem to have a habit of sabotaging yourself when you make progress.” “J-Just one more chance…” Sam pleaded, “I messed up but I can do better.” “I was really hoping you wouldn’t make me do this.” Isabelle sighed. Sam saw what was coming and her eyes grew as wide as dinner plates. She felt the innermost layer of her diaper suddenly flood with warmth, the fear of what was happening causing her to lose control. “You don’t have to!” Sam scooted forwards and grabbed hold of the bars, “I’ll be good! I’ll be…” “H U S H L I T T L E O N E.” Isabelle said over the top of Sam’s furious pleading. Sam slid down the bars until she was sat back down. It was only the partial regression trigger but it was enough where Sam’s progress was locked away leaving her feeling like a prisoner in a body that lost all its coordination and everything she had learnt in the last few months. Her thumb went to her mouth automatically as she looked up at Isabelle who was staring back with sympathy. “I’m sorry.” Isabelle said, “But you’ll thank me in the long run.” --- The rest of that weekend was a humiliating nightmare for Sam. She was completely aware of everything that was happening but, for all intents and purposes, she was back to square one. She used her diapers helplessly, she was fed in a highchair and she was bathed by Isabelle. Her speech was reduced to childish lisping and she was completely helpless. “I don’t wanna!” Sam cried out. “Well you’re not using the potty.” Isabelle said with her arms folded across her chest. “No fair!” Sam pouted. “I’m just impressed you have any control with this trigger used on you.” Isabelle said thoughtfully, “It seems like they are actually fading from your mind.” Whilst that was good news it didn’t exactly do a lot to assuage Sam. She needed the toilet, the pressure on her bowels had reached emergency levels but Isabelle had told her that the toilet was completely off-limits. No matter how many times Sam had begged she still wasn’t allowed to go there. Sam whined as a hand went down to the back of her diaper. It was already too late, there was no way she could make it. She waddled desperately towards the couch and ducked behind it. Almost as soon as she felt she was out of sight she was practically forced into a squatting position as her bowels pushed beyond her control. She let out a moan of humiliation as she felt something she had hoped she would never feel again. The sticky warmth of a fresh bowel movement squeezed out of her body and into the waiting arms of her diaper. Images of her high school friends, lessons and the party filled her mind. She had felt so big and grown-up but now she was right back to square one humiliating herself helplessly. She would never forgive Isabelle for reducing her to this level again. “All done?” Isabelle had at some point walked up behind her. “I hate you!” Sam screamed childishly as her bottom lip trembled. “No you don’t.” Isabelle replied. “I do! I do!” Sam yelled. Even as Sam ranted and raved she automatically raised her arms to be lifted by Isabelle and carried to her room for a change. She shuddered as she felt her care giver’s arm press against the seat of her diaper. The end of the weekend would’ve been a relief in that she was leaving the house except where she was going would be just as embarrassing. For the third time since being taken in by Isabelle she was going back to the pre-school. She had cried and begged for mercy but Isabelle had insisted it would be good for her. Sam didn’t know how this humiliation could possibly help her but she was entirely unable to stop what was happening. The pre-school was exactly the same as when Sam had last left it. A bunch of babies and young children toddling around engaging in mind-numbing activities. She clung on to Isabelle, not because she was afraid but because she was desperate to be taken back home. “I have to go to work, Sam.” Isabelle said as she pried the girl off her and placed her on the ground, “Just… have fun. I’ll see you later.” --- You can read the next part of this story RIGHT NOW over on SubscribeStar and Ream: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/lwt7udqa47/chapter/70e9c9dc-b334-41fc-a182-b4af2069bfc9 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1691509

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I would guess that what you are asking is impossible. I don't think there's any way to ask for a prescription like that without doctor's wanting to know more. If you tell a doctor you are incontinent in any way they will want to get to the root cause in case it is something serious that needs direct medical intervention.

Emily is about to be taken to another therapy appointment when disaster strikes. Can she and Amelia navigate the minefield with minimal embarrassment? --- Every update I post is available on my Ream and SubscribeStar pages one week before it is posted everywhere else. For $5 you can see everything I post before the rest of the diapered world. For $10 you can see every update early plus EVERY exclusive story I have written. That's 35 stories available ONLY on my subscription pages and nowhere else! I rely on my wonderful subscriber's support to be able to write like I do. Writing is my only income and the money I earn goes to help paying the bills, food and everything else my wife and I need. Everyone's support is HUGELY appreciated, without it I would have to find other work and I wouldn't be able to write nearly as much as I do, maybe at all. So thank you to everyone who checks out my subscriber pages and considers supporting me ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Emily sat in the passenger seat of the car feeling very sorry for herself. Her happy little life that she had crafted that consisted of sitting at home and enjoying all the free time in the world had been totally transformed. She was still free to watch TV and play video games but the carefree joy had gone. The happiness replaced with crinkles. It had been ten days since Emily had been spanked and from that moment onwards it had felt like everything had changed. Up until the punishment Emily had been able to pretend everything was fine, that nothing was different except for her underwear, but afterwards she couldn’t help but acknowledge that things were unlikely to be the same again. Emily looked to the driver’s seat where Amelia was sitting. There had been a time that the two of them seemed like equal partners, even if one of them was pulling their weight more than the other. That illusion had been shattered. Emily felt subordinate to Amelia now. It had become very clear who was wearing the pants in their relationship. A balance that was very much reinforced every single time Emily had to go to Amelia for another diaper change. She hadn’t been making any attempt to the go to the toilet when she needed to pee for some time, it was just accepted that she wet herself. “Do you have everything you need?” Amelia asked as she turned the car’s radio down. “Uh huh.” Emily grunted in reply. “Do you think you’ll stay for the whole appointment this time?” Amelia continued. There was a clear undertone of annoyance. It was her that paid for these appointments after all. “Depends.” Emily replied. “On what?” Amelia asked. “It depends on if Catherine is a bitch to me again.” Emily spat out petulantly. Emily knew it had been a mistake before the words had even left her mouth but her hair-trigger temper had gone off before she could stop it. She closed her eyes in regret as Amelia started telling her off as if she was a moody teenager. “Emily! Catherine is my friend and a great therapist!” Amelia exclaimed as she shook her head, “I can’t believe you would say such a thing. We’ll be talking more about this la-… What’s wrong?” Halfway through her admonishment Emily suddenly leaned forward in her seat and grabbed at her abdomen. Fear and anxiety flowed through her veins. She was experienced enough to know what was going on. “I need a toilet!” Emily gasped, “Right now!” The urge had come on so suddenly. It wasn’t uncommon for Emily to suddenly need to run to the bathroom but this need to go was strong even for her. She was already struggling to hold on and they were still only halfway to the therapist’s office. There was no way she was going to make it. “Toilet?” Amelia replied as a question, “I don’t think we’re going past any…” “I need it right now!” Emily exclaimed, “Oh god, oh god, oh god…” This was bad. Emily couldn’t poop in her diaper. That was too low, there would be no coming back from it. She fought to hold on but nothing short of a miracle would keep her pants clean. Already she was having to clench tightly and feared that a particularly big bump in the road would cause her to lose all control. She looked around wildly as the car slowed to a stop at an intersection. Emily felt like she had to get out of the car even though she didn’t have anywhere to go. Her instinct was to run away and hide. Emily reached for the door handle as the car stopped but before she could pull it, she heard a heavy click. She tried to open the door and nothing happened. She turned to look at Amelia with desperately pleading eyes. She had engaged the child locks. “You can’t get out here.” Amelia said soothingly as if talking to a distressed kid, “It’s too dangerous.” “Please…” Emily practically sobbed. She wasn’t even certain what she was pleading for, she knew Amelia was right, that it was far too dangerous to jump out of the car with so much traffic whizzing around. “You’ll have to use your diaper.” Amelia said. She spoke calmly and with a neutral tone, as if she were commenting on the sun appearing from behind some clouds or something equally mundane. Emily baulked at the idea. She had come to terms with wetting herself, that had seemingly become pretty unavoidable, but messing was a thousand times worse. Especially in the tight confines of the car. She bit her lip and looked around as if a port-a-potty might’ve suddenly appeared next to the car. The light turned green and Amelia started driving again. “You’ll be a lot more comfortable if you-…” Amelia started. “Shut up!” Emily exclaimed. Comfortable? Maybe Emily’s tummy would feel better but that was it. Everything else would feel worse. It wasn’t going to be something up for debate soon though, her body was going to take over and force the issue long before Emily could get to a bathroom. She was already clenching with everything she had. A cramp speared through Emily’s intestines and this one wasn’t going away. She let out a sob as she grimaced and desperately tried to fight a hopeless battle. So focused on herself she wasn’t looking to see what was coming up, perhaps Amelia was also distracted because she suddenly had to hit the brakes as they approached more stationary traffic. The near-emergency stop pushed Emily forwards against her seat belt. She hung there for less than a second but it seemed to last forever. She realised she had lost control, even as the forces that pushed her forwards receded, she knew disaster had struck. As quickly as Emily was forced forwards, she was rebounded back into her seat. Immediately upon impact with the back of her chair she felt her tummy muscles pushing, it was as if they had been waiting for just such a distraction. Emily closed her eyes and half-heartedly tried to clench to stop the messing but it was already far too late, she could feel the stickiness rapidly filling her diaper. “Sorry about that.” Amelia said as the cars in front began to move again. Emily wasn’t listening. Her focus was purely on herself. She pushed down and felt the hot muck in her disposable spreading around the padding. Each time she pushed a little more it spread a little further. It was beyond gross and already her eyes were filling with tears as her underwear filled with poop. Realising her effort wasn’t being helped by the seat underneath her Emily lifted herself up slightly. She grunted as she pushed again. She knew Amelia had heard her but her wife was studiously looking forwards through the windscreen. A final surge of poop rushed into the diaper. Emily felt the padding ballooning out beneath her until she finally felt empty. She let out the breath she had been holding and slowly opened her eyes as the horror of what she had done registered. The smell was already escaping and turning the air in the car toxic. She felt ill. “It’s… It’s OK.” Amelia said. Her voice sounded shaky. “Turn around.” Emily sobbed, “We… We have to go home.” “Look, we’re nearly at Catherine’s office.” Amelia replied patiently. “You can’t be serious!” Emily exclaimed. Tears started rolling down her cheek. At the same time her strength was giving out and she was slowly lowering into the disgusting pile she had left in her underwear. “It would take longer to get back home than to keep going forwards.” Amelia reasoned, “If you want a change it would be quicker to get to Catherine.” Emily sobbed. Every bump in the road made her sink into the poop that was now holding her diaper against her skin. The smell got worse and Amelia opened the windows and turned on the air conditioning. “I can’t see Catherine like this!” Emily cried out. “Shush, it’s OK, baby.” Amelia said soothingly, “You’ll be fine.” “Don’t call me that!” Emily whined. As much as Emily protested, she couldn’t exactly argue that “baby” wasn’t the most accurate term of endearment. She certainly felt like a baby. She couldn’t believe what she had done. The nightmare scenario that she had dreaded from the moment her control had started to slip had hit with full force. The car turned into the parking lot outside the therapist’s office and rolled to a stop. Amelia got out of the car but Emily stayed where she was. This wasn’t right. There were people here, they would all know what she had done, it wouldn’t have been more obvious if she had a glowing neon billboard above her. “I… I can’t go in there.” Emily said when Amelia came round and opened her door. “Well, you can’t stay here.” Amelia replied, “The car is too small to get changed in.” “Then let’s go home and cancel the appointment.” Emily said with a whine. “Baby, Catherine is expensive, if I cancel now, I have to pay her for the appointment plus the late cancellation fee.” Amelia reasoned, “We can go inside, get you cleaned up and then you can tell Catherine bout it if you want.” Tell Catherine about it!? Was Amelia insane? Emily didn’t want ANYONE to find out what had happened. She wanted to erase the knowledge from her own head even. However, the longer she sat in the car with the door open the more the smell was spreading. The parking lot was full and it would surely only be a matter of time before someone smelled what she had done. She had to move and go somewhere, even if that somewhere was not a place she wanted to be. Emily unbuckled her seat belt and slowly climbed out of the car. It was beyond gross. She had thought that once she was standing up again the diaper would feel marginally better but that was not proving to be the case. The padding was stuck to her skin like glue. She felt the overwhelming urge to reach back and pull her diaper away from her but that was impossible with her pants in the way. “What can I even change into?” Emily hissed as she tried to wipe the tears away and pretend that everything was OK. “I always bring a couple of spares with me.” Amelia said as she indicated her handbag, “Though I think I’m going to need a bigger bag.” Emily felt initial relief that she would get another diaper since going commando wasn’t really an option for her weak bladder. However, that relief quickly turned to embarrassment as the information sunk in a bit more. Her wife was carrying around spare diapers for her in case she had an accident, like a mother would for a toddler struggling with potty training. “Come on.” Amelia said. She reached over and took Emily’s hand. Emily was led towards the building. She was taking big waddling steps, they would’ve been obvious to any mother who saw them, as she grimaced and tried not to start crying again. As they went through the door into the main lobby Emily felt all eyes were turned towards her though with her face pointed directly at the ground she couldn’t know for sure. Emily felt her wife squeeze her hand a couple of times before they continued across the entrance area. Emily didn’t dare look up but she felt like she was leaving a trail of stink behind her, surely everyone knew exactly what she had done. That she was just a big baby. “Amelia?” Catherine’s voice came as a most unwelcome surprise, “Emily? You’re a little early but if you want to go up, I’ll be with you in a minute.” “Hi Catherine.” Amelia’s tone of voice gave away nothing. She sounded like this was the most normal situation in the world, “Just give us a minute, Emily had an accident.” The words seemed to silence all other sound. Emily felt like even her own heartbeat had stopped as the words echoed around the large lobby. They were said so casually that she assumed, at first, that she must’ve misheard them. “Oh… OK.” Catherine eventually responded. Emily had gone dumb from shock as she was taken to the disabled bathroom and the door was opened. The lights flickered on as they went inside and Amelia locked the door behind them. Emily, finally with some privacy brought her hands up to her face. “Why did you have to tell her?” Emily moaned. Her face was blazing with embarrassment, “Everyone heard you…” “No, they didn’t.” Amelia replied easily. Emily had no idea how she could sound so sure, “And I’m not going to lie to my best friend. She’s your therapist, she should know everything.” Emily felt like this was the perfect opportunity for a little white lie, for Amelia to be vague. She certainly didn’t need to say “My big baby of a wife pooped her diaper!” which is what it felt like she had implied. Certainly, Catherine knew what “accident” meant. She knew about the diapers already but a wet one wouldn’t necessitate an emergency change like this. Emily was somehow supposed to face that woman after this. “Right, hop up on the table.” Amelia said as she nodded towards the wall where an adult-sized changing table was waiting. “I don’t feel well.” Emily said, “Can we just go home? Please?” “You’ll feel better after your change.” Amelia replied as she walked over to the table and opened her handbag. A fresh diaper was pulled out and placed on the edge of the table next to baby powder and wipes. “Do you have anything in your bag besides the changing stuff?” Emily asked with a frown. “Hence my need for a bigger bag.” Amelia smiled, “Come on, this will all be done in no time at all.” Emily could feel what the inside of her diaper was like and to suggest it would all be over shortly seemed wildly optimistic. She waddled across to the table keeping her legs as far apart as possible, rather infuriatingly she saw Amelia seemingly trying to hide a smile. “This isn’t funny!” Emily shouted. Her voice echoing around the windowless room. Only the extractor fan in the ceiling was providing any other noise. “I’m sorry.” Amelia said with a small chuckle, “It’s just… You’re waddling like a penguin.” Emily felt a wave of anger. Amelia never used to talk to her like this, she had always been placating and ready to do as Emily said, this was a new side of her and Emily didn’t like it. If the situation hadn’t been so dire and had she not been so desperate for a diaper change she would’ve turned around and marched out of the room. Emily moved slowly as she pulled her pants down. She nearly gagged when she had to bend over and her eyes were freshly watering as she stepped out of her clothes. It was fortunate that Catherine’s office was a very modern building which included facilities for changing adult diapers. That said, Emily was still hesitant to jump up on to the table. She remembered squashing the messy diaper beneath her in the car and really didn’t want to repeat the experience. “We’re going to be late if you don’t hurry up.” Amelia warned. “This isn’t exactly easy!” Emily shouted petulantly. “Then let me help you.” Amelia replied. Emily didn’t have a chance to ask what her wife meant when she felt hands on her sides. She looked down just in time for Amelia to grunt and lift Emily up. This was a new sensation, and not something Emily was entirely comfortable with. She’d never been the biggest person but she had no idea Amelia could do this even if it was clear, it was taking all of her strength. Emily’s legs kicked out almost automatically as she was turned around and lowered on to the edge of the table. “Ugh…” Emily groaned as she sank into the stinky mess again. It was with a red face that she laid down. She looked up at the ceiling and tried to distract herself from the horrible situation by counting the little spots that were on the ceiling tiles. She couldn’t wait till she was changed and out of the room. If nothing else her resolve had been strengthened to never find herself in this situation again. “You’ve really done a number on this.” Amelia said. She sounded almost in awe. “Just hurry up.” Emily whined, “This is so gross.” Emily felt the tapes get pulled and then finally the front was lowered. She immediately pulled her shirt up to cover her nose as the smell became a thousand times worse. It was so bad she worried her nose hairs were getting singed. When she dared to glance at Amelia, she was surprised to see she seemed relatively unfazed by the disaster that must’ve been the inside of her diaper. Tears started leaking from Emily again. She started sobbing before she even realised, she wanted to cry. It was so embarrassing. There was no way her life could ever have a lower point than where she was right then. Cold baby wipes started the slow job of cleaning Emily up. She quietly sobbed to herself as she thought about the people in the lobby, what they must’ve seen and smelt as she waddled past. Catherine would certainly know what had happened. How was Emily supposed to go and face her after everything? “Can you hurry up?” Emily said impatiently after several minutes. “Excuse me?” Amelia replied as she raised her eyebrows and looked up at Emily’s face, “If you knew what I was dealing with down here…” “Just… Go faster.” Emily sniffed. Her breathing was still occasionally wracked by sobs though the tears had mostly dried. It took several more minutes before Amelia was finally finished. It seemed like she had gone through most of the tub of wipes and they were all now balled up in the diaper and dropped in the trash can. Emily still didn’t feel clean, it was like she could still feel the ghostly remnants of her accident stuck to her backside. “Right, get dressed and go up to see Catherine.” Amelia instructed, “You can do that by yourself, right?” “Yes.” Emily replied sharply. It was something she had done countless times and she didn’t like the insinuation that she would suddenly struggle with it. “Good girl.” Amelia smiled. Without another word she turned and walked towards the door. Emily scrambled, her new diaper was fully on display, but Amelia simply opened the door and walked out. As it swung closed Emily could see people out in the lobby, she could only hope none were looking in at her. She crinkled over and locked the door before leaning her forehead against it. She was trying to keep her composure but it was difficult when she had just been so publicly humiliated. Emily wanted to stay in the room forever. The air smelled strongly of her messy diaper but in that little cube of a room she was safe, there was no way she could humiliate herself further. She stayed in place so long the motion detecting lights flicked off leaving her in the dark. Emily was quite content with that. She wanted to disappear into the nothingness. Emily’s breathing slowed down. There was no light, the noise from outside was severely muffled, it felt like her senses were being turned off one by one. She started to feel safe and comfortable, detached from the world in a bubble where no one could find her. “Hello? Are you going to be long?” A knock at the door and then an older woman’s voice made Emily jump. “Oh, erm, no, just a minute…” Emily said as she stepped back from the door. The lights came back up and her little pocket of safety was punctured. Emily hurried back to put on her pants and then finally unlocked the door and stepped out. An old lady smiled at Emily as she muttered apologies and left the room. As she was walking away, she heard the woman exclaim “Good heavens…” as she walked into the bathroom. Emily assumed it must’ve been the smell. It hadn’t been THAT bad, had it? She prayed she wasn’t simply getting used to 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/m1cuafz5dm/chapter/94bfbcc7-6fcf-4916-8e4e-df72b40f860b https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1687677

Sam's new confidence is tested when she is taken to a party. She quickly finds herself in unchartered waters and out of her depth. Meanwhile, there is someone outside waiting and watching for the perfect moment to strike... --- Commissioned by: diaperboy187 --- My writing is my passion and my income. I'm only able to write as much as I do because of the wonderful support from my subscribers. With the ABDL purge on Patreon hurting my income dramatically I have set up a couple of alternatives. If you enjoy my work and want to support me there has never been a time where I need it more. For $5 you can see every update to my stories one week before anyone else and for $10 you get early access PLUS access to 50+ stories EXCLUSIVE to subscribers. There are other rewards and tiers available including discounted commissions. To find out more please consider visiting one of my subscription sites. Prices, rewards and everything else are the same across both https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy Thank you for reading and supporting me and my work ❤️ --- As Sam approached the address she had been given for the party she could hear the music thumping and saw people hanging out in the front yard. Sam felt a little self-conscious as she pushed open the gate and started walking up the path to the house. People she didn’t know were staring, some she didn’t recognise from school. The house was packed with people and the music was so loud Sam could feel the bass shaking the floor. There were people hanging out in groups everywhere as well as some couples making out on the couches of the living room. Among them she saw Jane. The house looked pretty dingy, it certainly wasn’t as well-kept as Isabelle’s had been. Nearly everyone was holding a red disposable cup and some were clearly stumbling drunk. The air smelt strongly of something very exotic and equally illegal. The house was in a bad state. There were stains everywhere, the couches were ripped in places and there were holes in the wall. She didn’t know whose house it was but it was clearly not being taken care of in any way. It reminded Sam a little of drug houses she had seen on TV shows. Houses that were essentially open door to anyone who wanted to party, much to the detriment of the buildings themselves. “Sam!” Roxy was standing near a table and was having to shout to be heard. She was waving Sam over. Sam hurried over to her friend. Roxy was dressed very differently from at school. She was in a dress that didn’t cover very much at all. Her make-up was very heavy and her cheeks glittery. She was wearing tall heels that only accentuated the height differences between the two. In Sam’s opinion she looked a little like the sort of woman she sometimes saw standing on street corners at night… “Glad you came.” Roxy leaned in close to Sam to be heard, “I thought you was going to flake out on us.” “Who are all these people?” Sam asked. She was looking over to a group of guys in the nearby corner who certainly didn’t look like they went to high school. They were currently ogling every girl who walked near them. “Some are from school, some go to college and I don’t know the others.” Roxy shrugged, “Here. You’ve got some catching up to do.” Sam took a cup from Roxy and looked down at the mysterious liquid within. She looked up to Roxy as the teenager sunk her drink and raised her own cup to her lips. She tipped it back and winced as she quickly swallowed the alcohol within. She coughed a couple of times as she put the empty cup down. “What is it?” Sam asked when Roxy leaned down. “I have no idea.” Roxy shouted in reply, “Come on, let’s go dance!” The party soon became a blur. Sam spent time with Roxy feeling nervous about all the people she didn’t know. More than a few times people stopped to ask who the “kid” was but Roxy quickly shooed them away. Occasionally Sam was handed drinks and she downed it each time. She’d had drinks before but not for a long time and with her small body they quickly piled up. Sam found herself alone a little later in the evening. She was stumbling around the house with no idea where Roxy or any of their friends were. The last time she remembered seeing Roxy she was going upstairs with a guy who looked several years older than her. She was trying to make her way up the stairs to the bathroom, the alcohol needing to evacuate her body, but the stairs were proving a challenge. “Need help?” A man Sam didn’t know asked. “I can do it myshelf…” Sam slurred as she batted away a hand that the man had reached out. Unfortunately Sam’s drunken mind was very much overestimating what she was capable of. After a couple of attempts failing to get up the first step she started trying to crawl instead. She could hear lots of people around her laughing though she didn’t hear anyone telling a joke. About halfway up the stairs her bladder suddenly gave up trying to wait. She felt a flood of urine pouring into the pull-up. “Uh oh.” Sam grunted drunkenly as she reached down in a stupor. Her hand pressed against the rapidly swelling padding and she was giving no thought to how she was flashing everyone at the bottom of the stairs her underwear. Even Sam’s inebriated mind knew this was a problem. It only became a bigger issue when she felt the hot liquid breaking through the weak boundaries of her pull-up and start running down her legs. She looked down and could see the carpet of the stairs starting to darken. Sam started butt bumping back down the steps. She was swaying dangerously with each drop and she heard more laughter, she didn’t look behind her to see the large wet patches she was leaving. “Looks like the kid can’t handle her drink!” Someone shouted to much laughter from the others who were watching. “I’m not a kid…” Sam slurred quietly. “Did she piss herself?” Someone at the top of stairs yelled, “I’m not cleaning that up!” “Freaking baby.” That voice came from behind Sam as well. “I’m not a… Argh!” Sam had tried to twist around to give these people behind her a piece of her mind but as she did so she swayed over and before she knew it she was horizontal and rolling painfully down each step. There was a collective gasp as Sam bounced off each step on the way down to the floor. She let out grunts of pain that even the alcohol couldn’t completely dull. When she finally hit the bottom she landed face down with her legs open and her skirt pulled up. She was suddenly glad she didn’t really know anyone here. Sam got on to all fours and crawled towards the front door. The ground felt like it was swaying side to side as if she was on the deck of a ship on a stormy sea. At first the other partygoers had been shocked at her fall but now that it seemed she was alright they were all whooping and hollering as if Sam had done some crazy stunt. She had barely crossed the threshold to the front yard before attention had turned to a woman in another room stripping off. Crawling up the garden path Sam passed people in all states of debauchery. She saw people throwing up and using the bushes as a toilet, there was couple lying on the ground getting very handsy with each other and a pair of guys who seemed to be having a fight though in their drunken state it was little more than rolling around on top of each other with a couple of people egging them on. Sam reached the garden gate and used it to pull herself upright. She could feel her saturated pull-up leak even more as pee started running down her legs. She staggered to the side before gaining her balance. There wasn’t really a plan but she felt for certain that she needed to get home. It was only a short walk but even then she was struggling to put one foot in front of the other. --- The woman was sat in the car hardly believing what she was seeing. As if she didn’t already have enough evidence that Sam wasn’t being properly looked after she was watching it staggering in front of her. The girl in front of her didn’t look like the Sam she knew, she looked completely different and the woman didn’t like it at all. Sam looked like the sort of girl the woman had always feared she would become, it was why she needed looking after in the first place. The woman looked at the garden Sam had emerged from and saw a lot of people, in particular she saw a girl she had seen Sam hanging out with leaning over the fence and staring in shock. “What have you done to my girl?” The woman muttered. She wasn’t addressing anyone in particular, more the world that had so tainted the good little girl she had constructed. The woman had a chance to correct things. She was hidden around the corner at the end of the road and now she started walking behind Sam, she was a long way behind but knew she could still save Sam from the world. All she needed to do was to get Sam back home. Back to her REAL home. Sam was drifting side to side on the sidewalk and there were a few times it seemed like she was going to fall. The woman was slowly closing the gap on her, she would soon be within her grasp. All she would have to do was grab her. The woman was only a few feet behind. She reached forwards in the darkness. Inches away she could hear the small woman’s breathing, smell the alcohol, urine and tobacco coming off her. After watching and waiting it was time to reclaim what was rightfully hers… Blue lights suddenly flashed in the darkness. The woman quickly dropped her hand and walked straight past Sam in the darkness. She could only pray the lights weren’t coming for her even though she had done nothing wrong. Fortunately they seemed to stop at the curb next to Sam. The woman, hidden once again in the darkness ducked behind a tall hedge and listened. “Hello.” A male police officer’s voice came from the roadside. The woman pushes aside a few thin twigs to see what was happening, “Are you lost? It’s a little late for a little girl to be outside alone.” The woman could see Sam swaying slightly as she turned to face the officer. She looked almost completely out of it and the officer seemed to notice that as well. He started advancing towards Sam who backed up into the very hedge the woman was spying from. “Not a little girl…” Sam’s words were muttered and seemed to tumble over each other the same way she was threatening to tumble over on the pavement, “I’m a big girl.” “Are you… drunk?” The officer was frowning. Clearly he was seeing the same thing the woman saw. A little girl who shouldn’t be out alone, a girl who certainly shouldn’t be allowed to make her own decisions. “Sho what?” Sam slurred. She jabbed a finger forwards, “What’sh it to you?” Sam turned away from the officer with an impatient wave and started stumbling down the sidewalk again. The woman kept pace whilst crouched in the shadows of the hedge. “Hey! What a minute!” The officer called out. He raised his radio to his face, “Dispatch, I’m going to need Child Protective Services. I appear to have a young child alone and apparently inebriated.” “I’m not a CHILD!” Sam screamed. The woman’s heart was in her mouth. She couldn’t let this police officer take Sam in, she couldn’t let any government authority get involved. They would find out who Sam really was and take her away. She reached for a heavy looking rock on the ground next to her and prepared to spring out. Sam turned and walked away again. It looked like she was trying to run but the signals from her brain were dulled by the alcohol. She stumbled a few steps before ending up on her hands and knees. “Just wait there.” The police officer ordered as he quickly closed the distance. In the bushes the woman picked up the rock. She prepared to burst out and get what she wanted, what she needed. She could feel her hands trembling with anticipation. One quick act and then she could disappear into the night never to be seen again. Sam safely kept where she should always have been and the woman wouldn’t let her get away again. “Look!” Sam shouted. The woman couldn’t see exactly what was happening but she saw the police officer bend down to help Sam up and then take something from her. The woman shifted slightly and the leaves rustled against each other, both Sam and the officer looked into the hedge for a second before turning back to the card Sam had handed the officer. “This can’t be real.” The officer muttered, “A fake ID?” “No!” Sam swayed into the hedge before regaining her balance, “My name’sh Sham. I’m an adult. Take me to Ishabelle… She’s tell you…” The police officer looked at from Sam to the apparent ID card and back at Sam. It seemed like everyone was waiting with baited breath for someone to do something. After a tortuous few seconds passed the officer raised his radio to his mouth again. “Dispatch, cancel that CPS callout.” The officer said, “They’re no longer required.” Dispatch confirmed the cancellation and the woman breathed a sigh of relief. The rock she had been ready to use as a weapon was placed back on the ground. “Come on, Sam.” The officer said, “I’ll give you a lift home.” The woman watched Sam disappear into the police car which then pulled away from the curb. She turned away from the road and pounded the ground in frustration that she had been foiled. Her goal had been right there for the taking and only bad luck had stopped her. She took a deep breath. There would be other chances. --- You can read the next part of this story RIGHT NOW over on SubscribeStar and Ream: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/lwt7udqa47/chapter/6b412f60-548c-4c0e-b498-965622a315a9 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1681678

Depending on what was inside those diapers... probably Grumpy

Emily is about to be taken to another therapy appointment when disaster strikes. Can she and Amelia navigate the minefield with minimal embarrassment? --- Every update I post is available on my Ream and SubscribeStar pages one week before it is posted everywhere else. For $5 you can see everything I post before the rest of the diapered world. For $10 you can see every update early plus EVERY exclusive story I have written. That's 35 stories available ONLY on my subscription pages and nowhere else! I rely on my wonderful subscriber's support to be able to write like I do. Writing is my only income and the money I earn goes to help paying the bills, food and everything else my wife and I need. Everyone's support is HUGELY appreciated, without it I would have to find other work and I wouldn't be able to write nearly as much as I do, maybe at all. So thank you to everyone who checks out my subscriber pages and considers supporting me ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Emily was weaker than Amelia and that was shown by how easily she was pulled over to the bed. When Amelia sat on the edge Emily tried to pull away but only succeeded in unbalancing herself and falling forwards over her wife’s lap. Emily’s legs kicked and she used her hands to try and push herself upright but Amelia already had one hand in the small of her back holding her in place. “Stop!” Emily exclaimed, “This is stupid! What are you doing!?” Emily felt Amelia’s hand grab the waistband of both her pants and her diaper. With one big pull they both came down her legs leaving her backside exposed. The tapes on the diaper tore and it fell loosely to the floor whilst her pants settled just below her knees holding her legs together and reducing the opportunity of escape to zero. “If you aren’t going to follow the rules you are going to be punished.” Amelia said as her hand rubbed against the smooth skin of Emily’s backside. Emily froze up and her eyes went wide as she realised what was happening. She was into a few different kinks but being spanked was decidedly not one of them. She hated pain, even when it was mild. Amelia must’ve been playing kinky games with her; she felt some relief that her wife wasn’t really mad but she had to stop this play time quickly. “Banana!” Emily squealed, “Banana!” It was the couple’s safe word. The signal to stop what they were doing right away. Emily waited for Amelia to let her up but the hand remained on her back. Amelia hadn’t moved or said anything. After a couple of seconds, the hand started rubbing against her backside again. “This isn’t a game, baby.” Amelia said eventually, “I’m not doing this to turn you on, I’m doing this to punish you.” “You can’t!” Emily exclaimed as she kicked her legs in panic, “I’m a grown woman!” “I’m doing this to teach you a lesson.” Amelia finally said. The hand on Emily’s ass moved away and she had just a second to tense up and prepare before it was swung forwards and against her skin. Emily let out a yelp as she instantly felt the sting of the smack travelling through her buttocks underneath her skin. She was in shock. This was really happening. She had done something wrong and now she was being spanked! “You. Must. Listen. To. The. Rules.” Amelia said. Each word was punctuated by a fresh spank that drew a further grunt of pain from Emily. Each spank had a gap between them creating horrendous anticipation of the next one landing. “Get off me!” Emily yelled. Her eyes were filled with tears. The pain and humiliation stinging almost as bad as her ass. “You. Do. Not. Touch. Your. Diaper.” Amelia continued. Emily let out a shriek of frustration and then fell limp in Amelia’s lap. She sobbed and grunted with pain at each spank but knew she was going nowhere. She had never been spanked, not even as a child and now she was being treated as if she was nothing more than a naughty toddler. Her butt was going numb but the stinging crashed like lightning through her nerves with each impact. Tears started to fall from her eyes as she waited for it to stop. One last spank landed on Emily’s rear end and Amelia’s hand stayed there. Emily sensed the punishment was over and relaxed limply. She was still sobbing as tears mixed with snot and saliva on her face. Her ass felt hot and now that the spanking was over the stinging seemed to be getting worse on the surface of her skin. “Are you aware you wet yourself?” Amelia asked. Emily nearly choked on her tears. The answer was no, she hadn’t been at all aware that in the midst of everything that had happened her bladder had given up. As if this moment couldn’t have got more humiliating. “It’s only a dribble.” Amelia said, “No matter.” Amelia’s hands came away from Emily and she started to push herself off her wife’s lap. She was stopped as she was getting up and pulled back into a seated position on Amelia’s lap. Emily squeaked as she ducked her head away in shame. She was sitting perpendicular to her lover who was now rubbing Emily’s back. This was doing nothing to make Emily feel better about everything that was happening. She could feel the small wet patch she had left on Amelia’s leg. “Do you know why I had to do that?” Amelia asked softly. “No.” Emily sniffed, “I’m not a child. You can’t just… spank me.” “Then let me rephrase…” Amelia sighed, “Do you understand why I spanked you?” “Because I took off the diaper.” Emily muttered, “But that’s beside the point! I’m not a chi-…” “I just want you to know it hurt me to do it.” Amelia continued, “I don’t want to have to spank you. It’d be a lot easier if you follow the rules. You need to be a good girl.” Emily was upset. She wanted to tell her wife that everything that had happened was stupid and that she didn’t need to be treated like this. Every time she opened her mouth to say something she just closed it again; she couldn’t think of the right words. That word was floating around her brain again. The “B” word that triggered all the negative emotions. She was feeling it right then, with Amelia having to punish her like she was a child. The locks on the box that held the word in were threatening to break. She closed her eyes just trying to keep a lid on emotions. “Right, let’s get you in a fresh diaper and then we can go downstairs.” Amelia said as she pushed Emily into standing up. Emily stood up and stepped out of her pants. She was grateful that Amelia was taking control again, it focused her mind away from her thoughts of being a b-u-r-d-e-n. The diaper she was wearing slid down her legs until she could step out of that as well. She laid back on the bed not even bothering to argue that she should be allowed to change herself or even that she didn’t need a diaper. The arguments only fell on death ears after all. Emily was put in a new diaper with remarkable speed. Amelia had gotten very efficient with these changes. As Amelia folded up the two used diapers Emily stood up and reached for her pants. “I think you should leave those pants there.” Amelia stated without looking away from the diapers she was balling up. “But… what will I wear?” Emily asked. “You don’t need to cover up.” Amelia said simply, “It’s just us. Besides, it will make it easier to check you.” “Amelia!” Emily’s eyes were bulging. As if the diapers weren’t embarrassing enough when hidden now Amelia wanted her to walk around with them on display! “Go on.” Amelia said as she gestured to the door. Emily was pouting hard as she stared at her wife. When it became clear that Amelia wasn’t going to change her mind she turned and left the room feeling a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance. With her rear end still feeling exceptionally sore she didn’t want to try Amelia’s patience and end up over her lap again. The fact she had been spanked at all was still taking time to settle in. She bowed her head as she crinkled noisily down the stairs. --- Amelia was about to burst. She was balling up two diapers but out of the corners of her eyes she was watching Emily waddle out of the bedroom. As soon as she heard her wife on the staircase than she stood up straight and let out a deep breath. “You did it.” Amelia muttered to herself. A proud smile twitched at the corners of her mouth. Like many of the things Amelia had done there had been no plan. She had simply taken advantage of an opportunity. She felt like she may have been pushing too far but when she saw that diaper on the floor it was like instinct took over. Somehow, she knew how far she could push without going over a line. Amelia’s hand went down the front of her pants and she caressed her kitten; it was soaking wet. Each spank had turned her on more and by the end it was all she could do to keep from moaning out loud. She felt like a puppet master pulling the strings of those around her. She was playing a dangerous game, she knew that one wrong move could bring everything down but the excitement was exhilarating, it was addictive. A few weeks before the idea that she could reprimand Emily in any way that she listened to was a pipedream, now she had cowed her wife with a spanking and she had accepted it. The success only made Amelia want to push further. A world of opportunities felt like it was opening up in front of her. Amelia was certain it was all for Emily’s own good as well. The transition Emily was going through was difficult and causing her problems, but once everything had settled down Amelia was sure her wife would prefer the new way. She just had to get there. It had been Amelia’s expectation that there would’ve been more resistance. Emily was stubborn and used to getting her own way, Amelia had thought there would be more tantrums as she tried to discipline her wife. She wondered if Emily even realised what was happening, if she could see the big picture. Maybe she was simply rationalising everything that was happening and ignoring how the pieces fit together. The road she was unwittingly walking down. Amelia’s hand moved rapidly back and forth inside her damp panties. She was still leaning forwards over the bed as she closed her eyes and let the building sexual excitement wash over her. It was dangerous. Emily was just downstairs, she could come up and appear in the doorway at any time and yet Amelia couldn’t help herself, she was just too turned on! Amelia dropped down to her knees which she spread as wide as possible. Right beneath her was Emily’s wet diaper, still warm from her body. It felt so dirty and wrong but she couldn’t help herself, she had worked herself up into such a degenerate mood. The sexual freedom she had been experiencing was making her want to push boundaries. With barely a second thought Amelia shoved her other hand down her pants and leaned forwards against the frame of the bed. She took a breath and leant forwards burying her face in the used diaper. It was balled up and closed so she wasn’t getting wet but her other senses were overwhelmed. The smell of Emily’s urine filled Amelia’s nostrils, the warmth pressed against her face and the padding compressed like a sponge as she pressed into it. More than the physical sensations it was the naughtiness that really pushed her sexual bliss up another level. The taboo had always been a turn on for Amelia and this felt very much like something she shouldn’t be doing. Heck, if Emily crept back upstairs and caught her, she would have no way to explain it. Amelia moaned into the padding as her fingers moved rapidly. The thought of being caught was turning her on even more, her perverse pleasure only heightened by the thought of being seen. She was quickly peaking and as the tension within her grew she grunted into the diaper right below her face. Finally, the orgasm boiled over and she felt bliss flood through her whole system. Her fingers kept working for another few seconds before they finally stopped. She rolled off the diaper and breathed the unsullied air of the room. With eyes half-lidded Amelia smiled. She sat on the floor with her back to the bed. The post-orgasmic heaven was only made better by what had happened before it, the events that had led to her getting so worked up in the first place. Whilst just the action of telling Emily off and spanking her had been enough to get Amelia wet, what really got her going was the effect it had on her wife. The spanking had done exactly what spanking a toddler would do. It made Emily compliant; it made her listen to Amelia and she’d even left the room with her diaper on display with minimal complaint. It felt like the more the diapers became normalised the more Emily could push the boundaries. And Amelia really didn’t plan on stopping any time soon… --- If you enjoyed this and would like to see the next part of the story RIGHT NOW you can do so on my SubscribeStar and Ream pages: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/m1cuafz5dm/chapter/6a7eeb83-b1d9-4004-863d-cb659bbcc58f https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1677437

Sam's new confidence is tested when she is taken to a party. She quickly finds herself in unchartered waters and out of her depth. Meanwhile, there is someone outside waiting and watching for the perfect moment to strike... --- Commissioned by: diaperboy187 --- My writing is my passion and my income. I'm only able to write as much as I do because of the wonderful support from my subscribers. With the ABDL purge on Patreon hurting my income dramatically I have set up a couple of alternatives. If you enjoy my work and want to support me there has never been a time where I need it more. For $5 you can see every update to my stories one week before anyone else and for $10 you get early access PLUS access to 50+ stories EXCLUSIVE to subscribers. There are other rewards and tiers available including discounted commissions. To find out more please consider visiting one of my subscription sites. Prices, rewards and everything else are the same across both https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy Thank you for reading and supporting me and my work ❤️ --- Sam really had little choice but to go along with what Roxy suggested. They didn’t head to the food court but instead went out to the car. They left the mall with the stereo blaring again. They travelled a few streets before pulling in to a fast food drive through. “Yeah, we’ll have a number seven large, a four with extra cheese, a number nine and…” Roxy paused to look back at Sam. The small woman was about to open her mouth when Roxy turned back to the window, “And a kid’s meal.” Sam felt a chill go down her spine as the others laughed. She felt hurt but didn’t know if they trying to make fun of her or if it was just a poor joke. The car pulled up to the next window without any more being said so Sam assumed they were just teasing. They paid at the next window and a few minutes later were picking up their food. The car then continued to a park a few blocks away from Isabelle’s home. Everyone got out and as the sun was setting they gathered around a picnic table. The food was handed out and Sam scowled at the colourful box that contained her dinner. She noticed that wasn’t all that was coming out. Roxy was pulling out the cigarettes again. When she was offered one she didn’t hesitate to take it. “Sorry about dinner.” Roxy said as she took a puff, “I thought it would be funny. You can share my fries if you like.” “I’m good.” Sam replied. She took a puff on her cigarette and almost managed to avoid coughing. “Here they come.” Jane said as she looked over Sam’s head. Sam turned around to see a couple of boys coming over. One was on a bike whilst the other swaggered along next to him in a sports jersey. She didn’t know who they were but Jane and Kerry certainly seemed to. “Alright girls.” One of the boys said, “Who’s on babysitting duty?” “Whoa, you’re letting the kid smoke?” The other laughed. “Ryan, don’t be such a jerk.” Kerry said though she had a wide smile on her face. Sam thought she noticed the other girl was smirking. It was explained to the boys that Sam wasn’t a small kid. It actually took quite some convincing to make them believe they weren’t being pranked. It was a reaction Sam was more than used to. “Budge up.” The boy named Ryan said as he squeezed in next to Kerry. Sam noticed Roxy rolling her eyes. The leader of the group of friends looked at Sam and tilted her head to the side before getting up. Sam followed suit, awkwardly holding both the cigarette and her food. She looked back at the bench where Jane and Kerry seemed to be engaged in a particularly heavy make out session with the new arrivals. “We should leave them to it.” Roxy said, “At least I have someone to talk to whilst they’re busy. I swear every time they’re in the same place this happens and usually I’m just sitting to the side feeling like a third wheel.” Roxy found a spot on the side of a slope and put her coat down. She laid down and Sam did the same next to her. The only thing interrupting them was the occasional giggle coming from the bench they had just left. “You know I really thought you would’ve freaked out today.” Roxy said as she ate some of her fries. “Really?” Sam asked. “Yeah, I mean, no offence but you seem like a complete mommy’s girl if ever I saw one.” Roxy said. Sam stayed silent. Roxy didn’t know how complicated that question nor how true it was. Until that day Sam had been practically attached to Isabelle at the hip, besides school and the sleepover this was the only time she had been away from her since she had arrived. It was the first time she had truly been without “adult supervision.” “So you were testing me?” Sam asked. “Kind of.” Roxy replied, “But also that haircut really does suit you.” It was very peaceful. Sam laid next to Roxy and looked up at the darkening sky. For what seemed like hours they talked about whatever seemed to come to mind. Sam could never fully relax, she had to remember her stories about her recent past since she couldn’t exactly tell Roxy the full truth. It wasn’t like she would be believed anyway. They ate their food, talked about everything and nothing, and smoked a couple more cigarettes. By the time they started feeling a chill in the air and got up they could see that Roxy’s two friends, along with their boyfriends, had wandered away. It seemed quite rude to Sam but Roxy didn’t act like it was anything unusual. “Come on. I’ll give you a lift home.” Roxy said as they walked back to the car, “Oh, and chew on this.” Sam was handed some chewing gum which she stuck in her mouth. She hadn’t smoked before but she knew enough to know the goal of the gum was to cover the smell of the smoke. She got into the vehicle and Roxy finally took her back home. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Roxy said as Sam got out. “Yeah, see you at school.” Sam replied as she closed the door Turning to face Isabelle’s house Sam took a deep breath. She picked up the bags of new clothes as she started up the path. She wasn’t looking forward to what was coming next. Indeed the front door opened before Sam even reached it. Isabelle looked at her with thin lips and a stony expression. She simply held the door open and pointed inside. “What the hell is this?” Isabelle asked as soon as the front door closed. “What?” Sam played dumb. “What have you done with you hair?” Isabelle exclaimed “It’s just a haircut!” Sam’s voice was raised as she took her shoes off. “And… You got your ears pierced!?” Isabelle covered her mouth. “So what?” Sam replied dismissively, “It’s my body, isn’t it?” “What’s in the bags?” Isabelle asked. Without hesitation Isabelle leaned down and reached into one of the bags. She pulled out a bold red shirt that had a pretty vulgar phrase printed on it. She looked equal parts shocked and angry. “You have another thing coming if you think you’re wearing these!” Isabelle said as she tossed the shirt back into the bag. “You’re not my mother!” Sam replied with a yell, “You don’t get to choose these things!” “I’m just…” Isabelle stopped mid-sentence, “What’s that smell?” “I’m just chewing some gum…” Sam replied rather guiltily. “Have you been smoking?” Isabelle asked as her hands went to her hips. Sam would’ve been impressed with how quickly Isabelle had sussed out everything that had gone on if she hadn’t been so angry. Like a teenager, hearing Isabelle tell her what she could and couldn’t do was just making her angry and determined to do the opposite. She snatched up her bags and stomped towards the stairs. “Answer me.” Isabelle demanded. “So what if I have?” Sam yelled as she awkwardly stomped up the stairs, “I’m an adult. I can do what I want!” “I’m just trying to look after you.” Isabelle said, “You’re still learning and maturing. I’m worried about these new friends…” “At least THEY don’t treat me like a kid!” Sam exclaimed, “I don’t NEED you anymore!” Before Isabelle could respond Sam noisily banged her way down the hallway and into her bedroom. She slammed the door closed behind her feeling both liberated and a little guilty. She pushed any thoughts of feeling bad away from her, she was right, Roxy was treating her like the adult she should’ve always been. After so long being kept as a child by Jess and then Isabelle it felt great to do the things she’d been denied. Sam walked over towards her bed and pulled off her pants. Her pull-up was soaked through, it wouldn’t have taken much to get it to leak. She felt resentment towards it. After arguing about how she was an adult and didn’t need Isabelle the wet pull-up felt like it was making her a liar. She pulled the heavy disposable down and kicked it off her legs before replacing it with a dry one. Walking in front of her mirror Sam reached up and touched her ear. The site of the piercing was still a little sore but it didn’t hurt as much as she had expected. She swiped her hair out of her face again, a second later it was right back where it started. This look was so different to anything she had experienced before. It was… cool. --- The rest of the week followed this new pattern. At home Sam barely spoke with Isabelle, she didn’t even sit to eat with her at dinnertime preferring instead to take her plate up to her room. Isabelle tried to initiate conversation but Sam ignored her. She STILL spoke to Sam as if she was some little kid who needed to be told what she should and shouldn’t do. Day after day Isabelle would tell Sam she was hanging out with “the wrong crowd.” Sam scoffed at her, just because Roxy and the others were a little rough and tumble and not the goody-two-shoes girls Isabelle would pick it didn’t mean they were bad. She thought her guardian was just annoyed she was losing control of Sam. At school Sam had easily slotted in with her new friend group. She had a newfound confidence since Roxy’s group was at the top of the pecking order, she no longer had to worry about being teased or bullied. Cutting classes became second nature to her, the teachers got mad but there wasn’t a lot they could do. Sure, Roxy and the others were harming their education but Sam already had already graduated high school, skipping class didn’t mean much to her. Sam was spending all her time with her new friends. She wouldn’t say she had grown used to the taste and smell of cigarettes but she kept taking them when they were offered, partly to fit in but mostly because she knew it annoyed Isabelle. It was the end of the week that Sam was most excited for. After being initiated and accepted into the friend group she had been invited to a party. A proper grown-up party. There would be no slumber party or watching movies, it would be a bunch of older teenagers doing what older teenagers do. Sam was very excited and when she came home that Friday afternoon she got dressed in clothes that Isabelle disagreed with. A short skirt that she felt was safe enough to cover her pull-up and a shirt that showed a lot of skin. She’d even started stuffing her bra to make her chest look a bit more impressive. It wasn’t very effective but there was only so much she could do when she was as small as she was. “I don’t know about this.” Isabelle said as Sam came downstairs. “What’s the problem?” Sam asked as she rolled her eyes. “These parties can get quite rowdy and…” Isabelle started. “And?” Sam asked. “And you’re not… Well, you’re not like the other people that are going to be there.” Isabelle said. “Oh, really? I hadn’t noticed!” Sam said sarcastically. This was the type of thing that so often annoyed her about Isabelle. Did this woman really think that she didn’t think about her height literally all the time? “Listen, young lady, I’ve just about had enough of this attitude.” Isabelle said, “If you don’t start talking to me with respect I’ll…” “What? Use one of the triggers on me?” Sam asked aggressively, “Do they even work anymore?” “I would never use those for no reason.” Isabelle looked hurt at the suggestion. “Whatever. I’m going out and I’m going to have fun!” Sam shouted, “You should try it sometime!” “I…” Isabelle started but Sam had turned away. Reaching for the doorknob Sam opened the front door and left the house leaving Isabelle in shock in the living room. The caregiver turned to the window to watch as Sam stomped away without even looking back. She wasn’t Sam’s mother, she knew that, but in some ways she had felt like she had been through everything a mom would go through. She had raised Sam from basically square one in the last few months. Isabelle couldn’t tell if this was Sam going through an awkward development phase or if this was who she really was. After all, Isabelle hadn’t known Sam at all before the suggestions had been implanted. She had long found it hard to connect to Sam in the same way she did any child, but she had grown to care for her a lot. She may not always have done what Sam wanted but she had always done what Sam needed. It hurt to have it thrown back in her face. She sat down on the couch and took a shaky breath. --- You can read the next part of this story RIGHT NOW over on SubscribeStar and Ream: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/lwt7udqa47/chapter/661ee9bd-55d8-444f-b7d6-5e6abf556963 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1671226

Emily is slowly getting used to the new status quo, whether she wants to or not. However, left alone one day, she is given a dilemma with no easy answer. --- 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 --- Just like the pull-ups before them the diapers were becoming normalised. Whether Emily wanted them to or not they had started to feel like part of her everyday wardrobe. She had never made much of an effort to go to Amelia to ask her to help her take the diaper off to get to the toilet on time, there simply never was going to be enough warning to manage all that. Emily was resigned to the fact that she was going to wet herself when she felt the need. It wasn’t often that Emily would even go and ask for a diaper change. If Amelia wasn’t working, she would periodically check her diaper by flipping up her skirt or sticking a hand down her pants. Emily always complained but when Amelia was finding Emily wet more than dry her options for argument were limited. In some ways it was easier when she was checked and found wet, it saved her having to bring up the problem herself. After only a few days the diapers were something, Emily almost ignored in some ways. She could never shake off the humiliation of needing them or the feeling of them growing wetter and heavier but they started to get filed, in her mind, under the folder titled “Not my problem.” Amelia had told Emily she wasn’t to touch her diaper. Amelia did the checking and the changing so why should Emily pay attention to them. Sure, her wife encouraged her to ask for the toilet, or “potty” as she now seemed to constantly call it, but that was almost more embarrassing than just wetting herself. Pissing in her pants had become something Emily was used to, for better or worse. It would never not be humiliating, Emily was sure of that, but it was no longer world ending when Amelia changed her diaper. Perhaps it was because, despite everything, her plan was actually working. By visiting the toilet between diapers, she was still able to keep the diapers clean. That felt like a massive win though when she brought it up to Amelia, she didn’t get the response she had expected. “What? You want a medal for not shitting your pants?” Amelia had replied snappily after Emily mentioned it. “No, I…” Emily started. Her face was heating up with familiar embarrassment. She didn’t understand why Amelia seemed annoyed that Emily was fighting hard to keep control of one aspect of her life Emily wasn’t able to continue from there because Amelia had closed the gap to her and unceremoniously shoved her hand up under Emily’s skirt. The padding was warm, round and very clearly wet. Amelia sighed and shook her head. “I need to head out to the DMV and renew my license.” Amelia said, “Can I trust you here alone for a few hours?” “Well, yeah, but…” Emily bit her lip. “What?” Amelia asked. “Aren’t you going to… change me first?” Emily asked with a small voice. “I’ll do it when I get back.” Amelia said after a long sigh, “You should be alright for a little while.” Emily was ashamed to say she wasn’t so sure about that. It said a lot that even when Amelia wasn’t around Emily was still not allowed to touch her own diapers. It felt like a stupid rule that only existed because of one small mistake but Emily felt compelled to follow it. With all the strain she was putting on the relationship recently she didn’t want to push any further. “Call me if you need anything.” Amelia said as she scooped up her keys. A minute later the front door closed and Emily was left alone. It was the first time she had truly been by herself for a little while. With Amelia working from home increasingly often she was usually always very nearby. Emily felt a little anxious at the sudden separation and almost simultaneously felt a dribble of urine enter her soaked padding. “Don’t be silly…” Emily muttered to herself, “You’ve been alone plenty of times before. You LIKE being alone.” Emily did what she often spent her time doing. She grabbed some snacks and a drink and went to sit in front of the television. The soft crinkles that accompanied her every movement had almost become background noise for her now, like a form of tinnitus that you learn to live with, she barely even noticed them most of the time. Sitting on the couch Emily put her feet up on the table and turned on the television. She could almost pretend everything was back to normal like this. It was so close to how she usually found herself before her bladder and bowels had started rebelling. She was even able to enjoy herself for a little while. That was until she felt the need to poop coming on quickly. Emily got up and hurried up to the bathroom where she paused. She wasn’t supposed to touch her own diaper but if she didn’t, she would be condemning herself to a horrible accident, and Amelia wasn’t even there to help her. She bit her lip until she uncontrollably passed wind and decided that Amelia would understand. Heck, she may even be able to put it back on and Amelia would never know what happened. Ripping at the tapes Emily let the damp diaper hit the floor just before she sat down. It wasn’t a moment too soon. She felt relief wash over her as her body evacuated. It was only as she finished and she was cleaning up that she looked down at the diaper. “Oh crap…” Emily muttered. In her haste to take the diaper off one of the tapes had been ripped off the back half of the diaper. That wasn’t even mentioning the embarrassing skid mark she had left behind in the padding. The diaper certainly wouldn’t be able to be worn again. After flushing the toilet Emily picked up the torn padding and carried it through to her bedroom. She dropped it on the floor and kicked it to the corner as she thought about what to do. It didn’t seem like she had many options. If Amelia found her without a diaper on she would be very angry which meant Emily had no choice but to take a fresh disposable from the drawer and take it to her bed. Emily’s previous attempt at diapering herself had not been a success but since then she had seen Amelia do it a lot more. She held her tongue between her teeth as she tried to get the diaper as straight as possible before pulling it up between her legs. She spent a lot of time trying to make sure she put the tapes in exactly the right position before she committed and pressed them against the front of the disposable. When she sat up and looked down, she thought she had done a very good job, it certainly fit a lot better than her last effort. Feeling pleased about a job well done Emily got herself dressed again and headed back downstairs. When, a little while later, she felt the need to urinate she didn’t hold back. Sitting on the couch with her feet up she let go into the padding. It was another hour or so before Amelia came back through the front door. In that time Emily had barely moved from her spot on the couch as she watched a trashy day time talk show. If it wasn’t for the warm padding around her, yet again, it would’ve felt like so many other days before the problems started. Emily sitting and enjoying her life as Amelia came home from doing whatever it was she did. “I’m back.” Amelia called through the door. Emily grunted a greeting but didn’t look behind her at the front door. She stretched and felt her padded underwear rub against her, it wasn’t entirely unpleasant as much as she hated to admit it. Amelia came round the couch to block the view of the TV. “Alright, stand up.” Amelia said. “Huh? Why?” Emily asked as she leaned to look around her wife. “Because I need to check you.” Amelia replied, “If you would just wear more skirts, you’d make this a lot easier for both of us.” Emily sighed and obediently stood up. Her pants were pulled down to her knees and she almost subconsciously spread her legs a bit to make it easier for Amelia to check her. She didn’t even realise she had picked up these toddler behaviours. “Have you been drinking enough?” Amelia asked with confusion. “Uh huh.” Emily replied. She was trying not to let it show that having her wife’s hand prodding, poking and squeezing her crotch was actually turning her on just a little bit. “You’re not as wet as I expected.” Amelia sounded suspicious. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” Emily said, “What time is dinner?” Amelia stood up straight and Emily pulled her pants back up. At least it seemed like her wife hadn’t noticed the way the front of her diaper was tenting out a little. Part of her was glad it wasn’t noticed whilst the rest of her would’ve appreciated some attention. There hadn’t been a lot of sex since the diapers were introduced. “In a little while.” Amelia said slowly, “I’m going to take a shower first.” Emily nodded and sat back down. She hadn’t really looked at her wife all that much, if she had she might have been more concerned than she was. Amelia left the room and Emily picked up the remote to go channel surfing. She had just flicked over to a reality show about people with strange lifestyles when she was startled into a sitting up. “Emily!” Amelia shouted, “Get up here now!” Emily swallowed nervously. There was a time when she would ignore any such instruction but with everything that had been going on she felt like she had to do as she was told. Amelia sounded angry about something so Emily was fairly certain she wasn’t having a medical emergency or anything like that. She slowly walked up the stairs trying to work out what the problem was. At the top of the steps, she looked cautiously into the bathroom but Amelia wasn’t in there. It was only when Emily saw that the door to her bedroom was open that it dawned on her what was happening. Her eyes shot wide open as she realised she had forgotten about the diaper she had taken off. Her immediate thought was to run away. Amelia was angry and perhaps the best course of action would be to get as far away as possible until she had calmed down. Before Emily had made a step one way or the other Amelia stuck her head round the door and stared daggers into her. “Come here and explain this.” Amelia demanded. Emily really didn’t want to be doing as she was told. She wanted to run back downstairs and hide. She knew exactly what she had done, she knew exactly what embarrassing sight awaited her in the spare bedroom. When Amelia’s glare somehow got even sterner Emily’s feet moved forwards and she went into her bedroom. In the corner, right where she had left it, was the used diaper. The padding was obviously yellowed apart from the brown streak that was embarrassingly prominent. “What’s this?” Amelia asked as she pointed at the discarded diaper. “Come on…” Emily whined as her cheeks reddened. “What is it?” Amelia asked again. “You know what it is.” Emily replied petulantly. She felt about two feet tall at that moment. “Tell me.” Amelia demanded, “And don’t make me ask again.” Emily had been feeling like a child a lot recently, it was hard not to when you were wetting yourself so often, but right then she felt more like a naughty toddler than ever. A small child who had been overconfident in hiding evidence of their being naughty and now it was coming back to bite them. “It’s my diaper.” Emily said as she rolled her eyes, “Obviously!” “Well done! It IS your diaper!” Amelia said with sarcastic praise, “So my question is… What is it doing on the floor?” “When you were out, I needed the bathroom.” Emily said with a shrug, “What did you want me to do?” “You mean other than stain you diaper like that and leave it lying around on the floor for me to nearly step on?” Amelia asked with a shake of her head, “What was my rule for you regarding your diapers?” “Amelia, come on…” Emily was already so full of embarrassment she felt like she might burst. “What is it?” Amelia asked. “Look, I used the toilet without a problem!” Emily responded. She didn’t even notice her foot stomping on the floor like an upset child, “And I put this diaper on without a problem too!” “That’s not what I’m asking you.” Amelia said calmly, “I asked you about the rule and you have to the count of three to tell me. One.” “Amelia, I’m not a stupid kid.” Emily retorted angrily, “I ca-…” “Two.” Amelia counted. Emily let out a frustrated exclamation. This was all so humiliating. Did Amelia know that she was making her feel so embarrassed? Surely Emily’s cheeks were blazing red for her to notice. This was ridiculously unfair. The rule had been made because Emily had leaked and her current diaper showed no signs of doing that! “Three.” Amelia finished. “This is-…” Emily started when Amelia grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the bed, “Hey! W-What are you doing!?” “Something you probably needed years ago.” Amelia said through gritted teeth as she started pulling on Emily’s arm. --- If you enjoyed this and would like to see the next part of the story RIGHT NOW you can do so on my SubscribeStar and Ream pages: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/m1cuafz5dm/chapter/ae03a5ed-34a7-40a5-9607-ff3f505f26ac https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1666432

Out with the girls, Sam gets some new clothes... and more. She's ready to go home but it seems her new friends have more they want to do. --- Commissioned by: diaperboy187 --- My writing is my passion and my income. I'm only able to write as much as I do because of the wonderful support from my subscribers. With the ABDL purge on Patreon hurting my income dramatically I have set up a couple of alternatives. If you enjoy my work and want to support me there has never been a time where I need it more. For $5 you can see every update to my stories one week before anyone else and for $10 you get early access PLUS access to 50+ stories EXCLUSIVE to subscribers. There are other rewards and tiers available including discounted commissions. To find out more please consider visiting one of my subscription sites. Prices, rewards and everything else are the same across both https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy Thank you for reading and supporting me and my work ❤️ --- “This would look FAB on you!” Kerry said excitedly as she held out a shockingly pink top that seemed short even for Sam. “Oh, totally.” Roxy agreed. “R-Really?” Sam stuttered. “Oh yeah, you’ll be fighting the boys off!” Jane said. Sam wasn’t so sure she wanted to be fighting the boys off not that she was under much illusion of how boys barely thought about her at all. She looked at the top again, it was very risqué and even the smallest size was a bit too big for her, she’d have to adjust it to make it truly fit. In the shopping cart were more clothes that seemed designed to annoy Isabelle, she was sure her caretaker would never approve of any of it. Though that just made it all the more enticing. “I can’t afford all of this.” Sam said “Oh, don’t worry about that.” Roxy chuckled as she held up a small plastic card, “I’ve got my dad’s credit card.” “Does he… know you have it?” Sam asked slowly. “It’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission.” Roxy giggled. “Roxy just batters her eyelids and her dad rolls over.” Kerry teased, “She’s daddy’s little girl for sure!” Everyone laughed and Roxy took the pink top and dropped it into the cart. Sam didn’t think Isabelle would be at all happy about what she was bringing home but as her friends rolled the cart away she didn’t think she could stop them now. She hurried to catch up and held on to the side of the cart. She didn’t even realise her childlike behaviour was being noticed by the taller girls who looked down at her with raised eyebrows. Roxy paid for the new clothes and they left the store laden down with purchases. Sam wondered how her friend could possibly spend so much of her dad’s money without getting in trouble. If she had stolen Isabelle’s credit card and spent so much she was sure she would be regressed right down to a baby and left there forever. “Where to next?” Jane asked as they left the store. “We’re not done?” Sam asked nervously. “Girl, you need more than a change of wardrobe.” Roxy smiled down at Sam, “I know just the thing. Come on.” Without a look backwards the others started striding through the shopping centre. Sam didn’t want to get lost in the crowd and hurried to keep up. Across the large atrium Sam was led into a hairdressers. “Guys…” Sam said warily. “Hey, have you got space for an appointment now?” Roxy asked the lady behind the desk at the door. “Of course, is it for one of you?” The lady asked. “It’s for Sam.” Jane gave Sam a little prod in the back and the small woman stumbled forwards. “Not a problem, follow me please.” The lady said with a big smile. It was all happening so fast. Sam was whisked forwards and before she really knew what was happening she was being helped up into one of the salon’s chairs, they had helpfully put a booster seat usually reserved for children down. A sheet whipped around her and was tucked in at her neck as she looked at herself surrounded by bigger girls in the mirror. “Right, what are we doing?” The woman asked. “I don’t…” Sam started sheepishly. “Could you do this?” Jane asked as she pointed to a picture in a magazine she had picked up from the waiting area. Sam couldn’t see what she was pointing at. “Are you sure?” The woman asked. “Yeah, that’ll look really cool.” Kerry nodded her head, “You want to look cool, don’t you?” Sam felt the increasingly familiar presence of peer pressure. As she looked at the people surrounding her in the mirror they all seemed so excited. She didn’t think they would steer her down the wrong path so she belatedly nodded her head. “Great!” The hairdresser said cheerily, “Right then.” Sam sat still has her hair was cut. She could only rarely catch sight of herself in the mirror but was shocked at the changes. Her hair had been long, going halfway down her back and brown, but from the amount falling down the sheet that covered her she could tell it wasn’t going to be super long for much longer. She felt anxious but completely trapped in the situation. She wanted to speak up but couldn’t. She felt like she was in the middle of a ride and couldn’t get off until it was finished. “And…” The hairdresser made a couple of last trims, “Done! What do you think?” The hairdresser moved out of the way and Sam could fully see her new cut for the first time. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped. Her previously long hair had been butchered. It was now just shoulder length and styled so that it fell across half her face whilst the other half of her hair was cut very short. It wasn’t an entirely unpleasant haircut but it was nothing like the “good girl” long hair she had before. What she had now looked so much more… punk? “That looks fab!” Roxy said as she appeared behind Sam. “Hell yeah!” Kerry added with an approving nod. “You… You really think so?” Sam asked as she looked into the mirror again. “You are just the finishing touch away from look fantastic.” Jane said. “Finishing touch? We’re not done?” Sam asked nervously. “One more stop to go.” Roxy rubbed the top of Sam’s head. As Roxy and the others went to pay Sam dropped off the seat and looked into a nearby mirror. Her hand went up to her hair, it felt so weird being having it this short and she kept trying to sweep it out of her face but it would just fall back down. She was surprised how little it affected her vision as it curled away around eye level. It just felt so… short. After feeling her hair against her back for so long it felt very strange to no longer have it there. Isabelle had always liked styling Sam’s hairs into pigtails, braids or however else she fancied. Sam felt a jolt of annoyance, her hair was always styled how Isabelle wanted it, Sam had always just accepted it. Sam was sure she wouldn’t approve of this change. She felt panicky, like she had made a horrible mistake that she was going to be punished for. She had the mad idea of collecting all the hair that had been cut away to try and re-attach it to her head, it didn’t matter that she knew it was impossible. Sam’s hand was taken by Roxy and she was led from the store. She spent the whole time looking back over her shoulder as her hair was swept away by a large broom. She didn’t turn back around until Roxy let go of her. She felt very strange as she negotiated the jungle of legs that was the other shoppers, her new hair kept falling over her face and she had to sweep it away again, she wasn’t sure she would ever get used to it. “We need to go just over here.” Roxy said. Sam followed the other girls until they came to a stop in front of a cheap looking jewellery and accessory store. She wasn’t sure what the plan was now but followed the others inside where there was pop-punk playing over the speakers drowning out the music playing in the rest of the mall. Sam looked around at the various things and wondered what she was being taken here for. Roxy led the way towards the back of the store. It seemed she knew a few of the people who worked there, they all had a similar style of punk-style clothes, dark make-up and lots of… Sam looked in front of her and realised exactly what was going on. “No… No, no, no…” Sam backed away a couple of steps before bumping into Jane’s legs. At the back of the store was a second counter but rather than selling the things in the rest of the store it seemed to be devoted to piercings. On the board behind the young woman at the desk was a list of different piercings and the prices associated, underneath the glass case the worker was leaning on was a whole load of studs and rings. “Sam, don’t be such a baby.” Kerry said as she rolled her eyes. “I’m… I’m not…” Sam stuttered. “We’ve all got piercings.” Jane said, “It’s no big deal.” “I just…” Sam felt extremely anxious. It wasn’t just that Sam was concerned about the actual piercing. In fact, far more than the piercing she was worried about Isabelle’s reaction. The clothes were one thing, the haircut was going to be difficult to explain but a piercing felt even more extreme. “Sam, listen to me.” Roxy said as she knelt down to the same level as Sam again, “I know you’re close to your mom, I think that’s… cool. But you’re your own woman! You aren’t a kid anymore. It’s time to grow up.” Roxy had a way of convincing Sam every time she wavered. Sam thought back to all the times Isabelle had annoyed her by telling her exactly what to do. Even now when she was supposed to be a high schooler she still made almost no decisions of her own. Up until that day her clothes hadn’t been her own choices, her hair hadn’t been her choices and she hadn’t even gotten to decide when to move up to high school. Heck, even her underwear wasn’t her choice. She was still treated like a baby even though she was supposed to be nearly finished with her treatment! “So what’s it going to be?” Roxy asked softly, “Did you want to run home to mommy or do you want to hang out with us?” Sam had already made her mind up. She took a deep steadying breath and then looked up at Roxy with a nervous smile. All eyes were on her. “Just my ears.” Sam said. “Atta girl.” Roxy replied with her trademark Cheshire cat grin. Roxy then did something Sam wasn’t at all prepared for. She leaned forwards and hugged her. Sam was quite startled, she hadn’t experienced many hugs recently even when she really needed them. She felt a rush of warmth and emotion towards her new best friend, the young woman who had taken Sam under her wing. “Alright, if you just come through here.” The girl behind the counter said as she stepped to the side and held open a curtain that led to the rooms behind the shop. “Good luck.” Kerry said as Sam started walking past. “You’re not…” Sam paused and stopped talking. She was about to ask if her friends were going to come support her but she had to get out of that mind set. She had to be strong and independent! Sam followed this young member of staff through to a small room with a chair that reminded her of the dentist’s office. She was directed to sit down and she did so, her legs were feeling a little like jelly anyway. As she sat she felt the pull-up underneath her get squeezed against the chair. There was definitely some moisture in it. “OK, Sam, my name is Kat. Have you ever had a piercing before?” Kat asked. Sam shook her head silently. She was starting to feel sick with nerves and was worried that if she opened her mouth she might throw up. Next to her Kat was bringing out a tray of tools that scared her even more, she quickly looked pointedly away. “That’s OK.” Kat said, “You’ll feel a quick pain but after it’s done you’ll wonder what all the fuss was about.” Sam was practically trembling as an alcohol wipe came up to each ear and cleaned it off. This was really going to happen. She closed her eyes as the contraption moved up to the side of her head. She was unable to stop a whine from escaping her as she felt it pressing against her earlobe. “You’ll feel a bit of a pinch but it will all over quickly.” Kat said, “I’ll countdown and then do it on zero, OK?” Sam nodded her head very slightly as she braced herself for what was to come. Her instinct was telling her to run and hide, she wished Roxy had come into the room to hold her hand or something. She tightly shut her eyes and gripped the chair so hard her nails were digging into it. “Five… Four… Three…” Kat counted down. Suddenly there was pressure against Sam’s ear and a click as Kat pushed down. In shock Sam felt her pull-up suddenly warming underneath her as she yelped in surprise. As quickly as the pressure arrived it disappeared leaving Sam’s eyes wide open and her breathing heavily. “You said you were counting to zero!” Sam exclaimed as her hand went towards her ear. “I find that making it a surprise helps people who are nervous.” Kat said with a shrug. She stopped Sam’s hand going up to her ear, “Don’t play with it. As Kat manoeuvred around to her other side Sam tried to subtly squirm in her seat. She prayed she hadn’t leaked, that would be something that would be impossible to explain to her friends or any of the hundreds of people she would walk past on the way back to Roxy’s car. Thankfully her potty training had seemingly progressed to a point where her bladder muscles had quickly clamped down and stopped the flow. Her pull-up was wet but disaster had been avoided. “Unfortunately the surprise tactic only works once.” Kat said as she prepared the next piercing. This time Sam had a little more idea of what to expect as she felt the pinch against her ear. She tensed up and then with no countdown at all Kat pressed the handles together and with another click the second ear was adorned with new jewellery. Sam had jumped but this time kept control of her bladder. “There we go, all done. I’ll give you some disinfectant wipes to keep the areas clean and you’ll have to keep those studs in for a few weeks before you can switch them.” Kat said as she put the equipment away. “OK…” Sam said she was still feeling very unsure about it. Sam slipped out of the chair and felt her pull-up hang low between her legs. She gulped but a quick check whilst Kat wasn’t looking confirmed she hadn’t leaked either on her clothes or on the chair. Her ears throbbed slightly as she walked over to the nearby mirror. She hardly recognised herself now. With her shortened hair and sparkling piercings in her ear she felt like a completely different person. Sam walked back into the main store to see her friends hanging around and waiting. Roxy was the first to see Sam and she covered her mouth as she looked down. “Oh. My. God!” Roxy exclaimed, “You look great!” “Definitely.” Kerry agreed, “That look really suits you.” “I’m jealous I don’t look so good!” Jane added. Sam smiled shyly. These girls were doing such a good job of making her feel accepted. They may not have been the people she would’ve chosen to hang out with had she got to handpick friends but she wasn’t upset by them so far. She looked down at the floor bashfully as the girls continued to make positive comments on her new look. After some more compliments and Roxy paying with the credit card the girls left the store. Sam wasn’t sure if there could be anything left to do. It had been a long day and she hadn’t expected to be out as long as she had. There was no doubt in her mind that Isabelle would be worrying about her. A part of her was glad she was making Isabelle wait. After being made to lose her middle school friends and everything else she had been through she felt Isabelle deserved to feel some level of discomfort. That said, she was starting to feel anxious and tired out from the long day. “Alright, let’s get some dinner.” Roxy said. “Maybe we should go home?” Sam suggested. “We will.” Roxy nodded, “Right after we eat.” --- You can read the next part of this story RIGHT NOW over on SubscribeStar and Ream: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/lwt7udqa47/chapter/cdbebc84-1bc7-4f8a-964c-48131a164d8b https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1660420

Catherine has a lot to think about and can't stop replaying the events of that day's therapy session. Meanwhile, Emily is having to live with more and more restrictions resulting in her having to ask her wife for some rather embarrassing help. --- 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 --- Catherine sat and swirled the wine in her glass. On the laptop on the table in front of her she was watching the recording of her appointment with Emily. She often did this to make sure she hadn’t missed anything or to make additional notes. This time was different. She didn’t have her notebook out; she wasn’t planning on writing anything at all. Instead, she was watching Emily intently, not even bothering to listen for questions or answers. For the sixth or seventh time that evening Catherine watched Emily’s tantrum. It was exactly like watching a child, the likeness was uncanny. As Emily stormed out of her office Catherine watched herself get up from her seat and shake her head. She walked over to the camera and stared into the lens for a second before the recording ended. Catherine let out a deep breath and finished her glass of wine. She couldn’t stop thinking about what she had seen. Emily, in recent weeks, had seemingly become increasingly child-like. It was impossible to ignore. Combined with what Amelia had said previously it had Catherine’s mind spinning, or maybe that was the wine. She hadn’t really been paying attention to how much she had been drinking. Catherine sat up and pulled her laptop forwards to start typing. She felt like she was somehow committing a crime just by searching for the words she had never expected to use: Regression therapy. The information online was exactly what Catherine expected it to be. There was no real concrete evidence it helped people, it was largely untested and that very few respected therapists recommended it. She knew that what Amelia was suggesting wasn’t regression therapy in the more common use of the term either, she meant it in a very literal way. Catherine stood up and walked over to her bookshelf. It was packed with books that were there as much for show as anything else. She looked at the spines of the various tomes and pulled a few of the shelf to take back to the couch. She searched yet again for any references to regression therapy. She wasn’t even sure what she was looking for. After Amelia had brought it up before she had done much of the same research. Maybe she was just looking for something to validate an idea that had implanted itself like a seed in her head and was germinating. Nothing. There was nothing to suggest regression therapy had much value. Catherine put the books down and slumped back on the couch. Intellectually she knew it wasn’t right, unethical even, but she couldn’t stop thinking about it. The Emily she had been seeing at her last sessions was more like a child than an adult. Perhaps Amelia was right. Perhaps in this one specific case regression therapy would actually be useful. “Get a grip on yourself…” Catherine muttered as she shook her head, “It is quackery and you know it.” Catherine lowered the screen on the laptop and turned on the television. She was thinking about all this too much, she needed to distract herself. Obsessing over such a ridiculous idea would do no good to anyone. The television came on and Catherine tried to immerse herself in whatever was on. It didn’t work. Not for a second was she distracted from the unwanted thoughts in her mind. After a few minutes she gave up and turned the TV off again, putting her head in her hands she really wondered if she was going to do what she thought she was. Catherine picked up her phone and scrolled to Amelia’s number. She took a deep breath before dialling. When it started to ring, she almost hoped no one would pick up on the other end. It wasn’t too late to pull out. “Hello?” Amelia’s voice was slightly slow and almost slurred. “Hey, it’s me.” Catherine said. “Catherine… it’s one in the morning, what’s wrong?” Amelia asked. “Is it?” Catherine was surprised. Catherine looked up at the wall where a clock told her Amelia was indeed telling the truth. She must’ve lost track of the time at some point during the evening. So immersed in her research that she hadn’t paid any attention to the clock. “What’s up?” Amelia asked. Aside from a yawn it seemed Amelia had quickly woken up. “I… I’ve been reviewing the footage from Emily’s appointment earlier today.” Catherine said, “Did she tell you why she left early?” “No, she didn’t say anything about it.” Amelia replied, “Why?” Catherine paused. She was stood at the edge now. She could either back away and let things continue as normal or plunge over the top, where her life went afterwards was a mystery, one that would only be solved by walking that path. A dangerous path that few would suggest and was likely to cause her no end of problems if discovered. And yet that itch was still there. The curiosity about pushing limits. “Catherine?” Amelia’s said. “Look, what you said to me... about regression therapy. It’s highly unethical, there’s little evidence that it works, it’s completely unorthodox and I’ve never, ever even contemplated it before.” Catherine said quickly. Each word tumbling over the last to get out of her mouth Catherine stopped. For a few seconds there was almost complete silence. She was staring forwards at the laptop, slowly she lifted the screen to see a still frame of Emily’s session earlier that day, the computer had stopped right on the moment Emily had thrown one of the pillows on to the floor. In that second, she was almost completely indistinguishable from a toddler throwing a tantrum. On the other end of the phone Catherine could hear sheets shuffling, Amelia was sitting up in bed. “But…” Amelia finally prompted. “But…” Catherine let the word linger, “It might help in this situation.” --- Emily pouted on the couch. This was crazy. Now that Amelia said she wasn’t allowed to touch her own diapers she had little choice to use them and it was gross. She didn’t understand how this could possibly be helping her, she was having trouble keeping her pants dry, surely not letting her use the toilet was just going to make the problem worse. There was a part of Emily that felt vindictive towards this new rule. Sure, she thought, if I can’t touch the diapers have fun changing them! It was childish but that was something Emily found herself having little control over. Her diaper was already warm and wet but Emily needed to go again, she barely blinked as her bladder unleashed. She hadn’t really been paying attention to how often she was wetting herself, each diaper change was an inconvenience for her wife so it was Amelia’s problem. Emily felt a feeling of relaxation go through her as she closed her eyes and let the urine splash off the wet padding and against her skin. When she finished, she stood up and, judging from the heaviness of her underwear, decided it was time to go ask for a change. This was something she would never get used to. The humiliation of having to go to Amelia to ask for a new diaper hadn’t lessened despite how many times it had already happened. Amelia was in her office upstairs. Emily made her way to the landing slowly with the thick padding rubbing against her thighs and keeping her legs apart. She stopped at the top of the stairs and lifted the bottom of her skirt. The diaper was bulging out in front, the padding had expanded quite a bit and now it was pulled taut and round. Emily couldn’t see behind her but if it curved the same way all the way to the back it must’ve looked like a sphere. “Amelia?” Emily called. She was standing next to the bathroom. Quite a juxtaposition to the diaper she was wearing. There was no answer. Emily sighed and walked down the landing. It was stupid but Amelia liked to treat her home office as if it was at her workplace. She didn’t usually respond to being called, you had to go and knock on the door to get her attention. Emily thought it was stupid. If she worked from home, she would spend her days downstairs playing video games and just occasionally filling in a box on a spreadsheet to make it look like she was working. Emily knocked on the door. “Amelia?” Emily called again. This time Emily heard the sound of an office chair rolling backwards. Footsteps came to the door and Amelia opened it with a pleasant smile. She’d been in a particularly good mood for the last few days. It annoyed Emily who thought everyone should be as concerned by her recent problems as she was. “Something up?” Amelia asked. “You know what I need.” Emily mumbled with surly embarrassment. “Do I?” Amelia replied. “Come on…” Emily whined, “Why do I have to say it every time!?” “Because you shouldn’t be embarrassed about your diapers, baby.” Amelia replied softly, “It’s best to normalise them.” “Who told you that? Catherine?” Emily snorted with derision. She didn’t have a lot of respect for most of the advice the therapist gave. “Did you want something?” Amelia asked. Emily sighed and looked up at the ceiling. This was so stupid. She felt like she was being treated like a child. Sure, she’d developed a problem but she wasn’t the only adult to have it. She was willing to bet not many other grown-ups had to behave this way. She didn’t want to go along with the stupid rules but Amelia had put her foot down after she’d had to scrub the couch cushion for a solid hour to get the stain out. Even then it was still faintly visible as a permanent reminder of Emily’s weakness. “I need a…” Emily fought with herself to get the word out, “A diaper change.” “Of course, go wait in your room and I’ll be there in a minute.” Amelia said. Emily turned away and as she did so she felt a hand patting the back of her skirt right where the diaper was. She immediately jumped away and turned around angrily. “Don’t do that!” Emily exclaimed in annoyance. Amelia simply giggled as she closed the office door again. Emily huffed and puffed as she turned back to the spare bedroom, a room that had been increasingly referred to as HER room. Amelia hadn’t invited her back to the master bedroom and Emily was too stubborn to ask for it. Emily made her way to the bedroom. A routine had developed where she got the towel, they put on the bed ready, and then laid down on top of it with nothing covering the diaper. Nothing made her feel quite as small as laying on the bed with her soaked diaper exposed waiting for Amelia. It seemed to take an age for Amelia to arrive at the bedroom. Certainly, it was longer than the promised minute and as she walked in Emily stared at her with annoyance. She doubted her wife would make a baby wait this long for a diaper change so… Emily stopped herself from that line of thought. Was she really comparing herself to a baby? “Right, let’s get you sorted. I have a work call in ten minutes so let’s get to it.” Amelia walked straight over to the chest of drawers on the opposite side of the room. The top drawer was where Emily’s underwear was kept. It wasn’t a place she liked to look; it was just full of diapers now. The panties she had used to wear had seemingly vanished completely. Amelia came over to the bed with a diaper in one hand and a tub of wipes in the other. She said nothing as she started to peel the tapes off the front of the padding. When it was lowered the smell of urine wafted around the room. “You need to be drinking more.” Amelia said. Emily rolled her eyes and looked away. As she did so she felt a rumble in her tummy that reminded her of something she needed to do before she was taped up in another crinkly prison. She sat up as the new diaper was unfolded. “I need to go to the toilet.” Emily quickly said. “Couldn’t you have just used the diaper?” Amelia asked with a weary sigh. “No!” Emily said with horror at the thought, “Besides you wouldn’t want to change that, right? It’s easier this way.” As Amelia said nothing but just looked at Emily the half-naked woman’s tummy rumbled menacingly again. Her control hadn’t improved and she needed to get to the toilet right away. She stood up and ran, naked, out of the room towards the bathroom. “Just don’t be too long!” Amelia called after her, “I’m supposed to be working!” Emily closed the bathroom door and sat down just in time. Once she was finished and cleaned up, she flushed the toilet and made her way back to the bedroom. She felt a sense of accomplishment and almost wished someone would praise her for making it to the toilet on time. Amelia had the diaper laid out and Emily sat on top of it. She had barely finished lying back when Amelia pulled the front up between her legs and taped it closed. Emily had to admit that even with it being done in a rush it was better than her wonky own efforts. “Right, come see me if you need the potty.” Amelia said as she quickly left the room to go back to her home office. “I wish you wouldn’t call it that…” Emily muttered as her cheeks glowed red. This whole situation was bad enough without Amelia using terms like that. Emily got dressed again. Next to the soaked diaper that had just come off this dry one felt very light and thin. She hadn’t worn panties in a while now and she wondered how strange they would feel after getting used to all this padding. Hopefully she would find out soon. Even though Emily’s problem had only gotten worse she still couldn’t countenance the idea that she might be in diapers for a long time, perhaps even forever. Emily left the bedroom feeling satisfied that her high-risk plan was still working. She had managed to avoid soiling herself by being smart and going during her changes, even if she didn’t feel the urgent need to go, she could usually force something out. However, with how little warning she got sometimes it didn’t feel like a strategy that could hold up long term. Her body was seemingly always on the brink of betraying her as evidenced by the little dribble of urine that soaked into the padding of her disposable as she headed back downstairs. --- If you enjoyed this and would like to see the next part of the story RIGHT NOW you can do so on my SubscribeStar and Ream pages: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/m1cuafz5dm/chapter/5ab1e8fc-f73c-40ff-824f-a09d6f06756d https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1655694