mental regression Escape Into Diapers (Patreon Preview)

[Parker Longabaugh]

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A FEW YEARS FROM NOW

When she walked into what used to be the ladies room at work (but was now collectively known as “the changing station”) Elisa was immediately greeted by the now familiar stench of a messy diaper change in progress. Sure enough, she was quickly confronted with the image of her boss changing one of his former employee’s thoroughly loaded pampers. Elisa watched with a mix of fear and morbid fascination as the front of Rebecca’s diaper was folded down to reveal a gooey brown load caked thickly across both the seat of the diaper and Rebecca’s well toned hiney. It was just a few weeks ago that Elisa and Becky were engaging in lively, intelligent conversations over lunch and during breaks.

Looking at her friend now, Elisa hardly even recognized her. It was almost as though the sophisticated, educated young woman who had worked hard to earn a place on the faculty at the university had ceased to exist-- in her place, Elisa saw a babbling, squealing adult toddler with a pamper full of poo-poo, about to be changed by the dominant male figure in her department.

“Hi, Elisa,” her boss said, lifting Rebecca’s legs and revealing to Elisa the full extent of her dirty diaper. Elisa winced at the sight of her friend’s rump completely caked with greasy brown poop, and the seat of the diaper reminded her of a Jackson Pollock painting. She groaned internally, but found herself unable to look away.

“Look who came in to watch you get your diaper changes sweetie!” he teased. Rebecca giggled happily at the joke, then gurgled warmly when she saw Elisa, displaying not one ounce of shame-- which was the thing that unsettled her the most. To see her friend totally robbed of her maturity, her dignity, her very identity as a woman was unnerving... to see her not only not bothered by it, but to see her seemingly enjoying herself was downright disturbing.

“Ugh.... what have they been feeding you, little girl?” Elisa’s boss chuckled, going to work with the wet wipe. Rebecca squealed and shivered as the mess was cleared away, and Elisa watched with knots in her tummy as the sticky mess was slowly wiped away revealing more and more of the bare, pink skin of her tushy beneath. Elisa watched, inexplicably fascinated by the process, gauging Rebecca’s reactions. She knew there were varying levels of regression available, that there were women out there who were fully aware but trapped in a body that had been re-programmed to behave as infantile as possible. But that didn’t seem to be the case here... If anything, Rebecca seemed to have embraced her new role wholeheartedly.

“And when am I going to see you up on the changing table, young lady?” Elisa’s boss asked her teasingly, chuckling as her cheeks turned red in response.

“Uh... well, I...” Elisa stammered, growing more embarrassed by the second. She glanced at Rebecca with her legs up in the air, cooing softly to herself while somebody else wiped her plump, womanly bottom for her, and for a moment, she could almost see herself laying there in that exact position...

Her boss chuckled at her discomfort. “A pretty girl like you, I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before someone sends you back for re-education!” he said, and she knew by his tone that it was supposed to be a complement.

“Um... thanks,” she said, slinking by them and into the stall. Baring her bottom, Elisa sat on the toilet and forced herself to tinkle, trying to ignore the fact that a woman that she’d worked with for years was getting a dirty diaper change like a two year old just a few feet away by her male boss. She sat, a small stream of pee trickling into the water beneath her, listening to her boss playfully tease Rebecca as he changed her messy diaper.

“Oh my yes,” he said, and Elisa peeked through the crack in the door to watch him finish cleaning her friend’s dirty rump with a baby wipe. “I think little Becky is almost ready for a new pamper,” he said, pulling the messy one out from under her backside and balling it up to discard it in the nearby bin. “Upsey daisy,” he said, lifting Rebecca by the ankles and sliding the fresh diaper under her wriggling tushy. “Some powder, for your stinky bum, lil’ lady?” he joked, drawing a pleasant (if uncomprehending) giggle from Rebecca, who wriggled with glee as her pale buttocks were dusted with powder.

Elisa finished as quickly as she could, wiped and flushed. She washed her hands, watching in the mirror as Rebecca’s new diaper was pulled up between her legs and sealed closed, reminding her of just how far her bright, lively and intelligent friend had been reduced. Overwhelmed with strange emotions, she beat a hasty retreat.

The atmosphere around the college had certainly changed since the new laws suppressing women’s right’s had been passed, Elisa had to admit. Most of her female colleagues had already been remanded for re-education, either by their significant others or by their parents. They entered the re-education centres mature, dignified young women, filled with potential and looking forward to a bright future. They emerged dull, docile, and adorable. And the idea seemed to be catching-- rather than being outraged, society seemed to have embraced the idea with gusto, and Elisa had been catching sight of more regressed women by the day, both in real life and in the culture at large.

And through it all, she couldn’t shake a certain guilt-- hadn’t she, after all, spent years both online and in private fantasizing about this exact scenario? Hadn’t she imagined countless young women stripped of their rights and rendered docile, infantile little playthings for the amusement of their friends, families and lovers? And how many times had she imagined herself in the same situation, pleasuring herself guiltily as she pictured herself crying and jabbering helplessly through a diaper change, the people in her life laughing and cheering as she was stripped of everything that made her a woman?

But that was fantasy, and it was one thing to imagine women stripped of their rights-- it was another thing entirely to see it happen in real life.

And nowhere was it more evident than the campus she worked at. The amount of female students and faculty members had been dramatically reduced, the majority having been removed to attend re-education. Not many returned to school after that, their new caregivers opting to keep them at home or enrolling them in one of the Adult Daycare centres that were springing up all over the place these days... however, there were those who liked to keep their “special girls” close to the people and environments they were familiar with from their ‘previous lives.’ Therefor, many businesses and universities had opened daycare facilities designed specifically to cater to former students and employees, and the school Elisa worked at was no different, and it was quite common to see a 20 year old woman who should have been on her way to class laying in the middle of the courtyard and giggling her way through a diaper change, or a onetime member of the staff happily sucking a bottle as her former colleagues pushed her around the campus in an adult sized stroller.

Arriving at her afternoon class, she tried to put her anxieties out of her mind and focus on the lesson. But she found herself stammering and stumbling, preoccupied... it didn’t help that every time she looked out into the faces of the (largely male) audience, they seemed to be smirking in her direction, and she couldn’t shake the uncomfortable feeling that they were regressing her with their eyes. Elisa imagined herself regressed into adult infancy, cavorting on the floor in front of her leering, smirking class, naked but for a thick diaper crinkling between her legs. She tried to reign in her imagination, but once the image had been planted, Elisa couldn’t stop picturing herself, robbed of her status and intelligence, crawling on the floor and babbling happily to herself in front of her amused former students before squatting down to push out a load of muddy brown poo-poo into the seat of her pampers.

“Everything alright, miss?”

Elisa was jolted back into reality by her student’s voice. “Err... y-yes, thank you,” she said, blushing when she realized she’d been caught daydreaming, and if her students hadn’t been thinking about how she was better qualified for pissing her diapers in the nursery than trying to teach a class before, they definitely were now. “Um... anyway, as I was saying...”

Babes In Diapers

 

[Parker Longabaugh]

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[MagicGuy1971]

What other stories take place in this universe?

[Parker Longabaugh]

On 11/18/2018 at 2:44 PM, MagicGuy1971 said:

What other stories take place in this universe?

Nothing that I've written (at least so far... I might return to this world at some point.) There's not really a series or anything... it was inspired by Totally Transformed and her diaper captions, many of which feature similar themes.