Regression Therapy

[Elfy]

Emily is left with a dilemma late at night and makes a particularly rash decision. She is forced to go speak to Amelia who offers a way to soothe her anxiety that she didn't expect.

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It was a few hours later as darkness descended outside that Emily realised she had an issue. Her diaper was soaked, there was no way it would last through the night. Added to that was the feeling of fullness that had started to build that told her she needed to go to the bathroom very soon. She would have to go and see Amelia. It was the only way to solve these problems without getting punished.

Emily stepped out on to the landing and then paused. A wicked thought crossed her mind. She had felt betrayed by Amelia for feeding her breast milk like that, but beyond that she was just angry in general over everything that had happened. She did have one way of getting some measure of revenge, a way to get back at Amelia and inconvenience her just a fraction of the amount Emily had been inconvenienced.

Emily still wasn’t sure if she was really going to do this even as she spread her legs apart and squatted slightly. She hadn’t fully made up her mind when her body pushed down. She had committed herself to the petty act before she’d even thought about the consequences.

It was a strange feeling. She’d pooped herself before but it hadn’t been on purpose. This time felt different. She felt in control even as she LOST control. It didn’t take long for her to feel a surge of mushy waste filling the back of her diaper. She could feel it bulge out as the hot stickiness spread against her skin. She grunted and pushed harder as her bowels emptied into her pants. The disposable crinkled quietly as it changed shape to accommodate the mess.

Instantly, Emily knew she had made a mistake. She immediately regretted her decision. She grimaced as she stood up straight and felt the diaper sliding against her, the smell leaking out and fouling the air around her. Her impulsive decision was a bad one. A terrible one. In fact, now that she had completed such an act, she wasn’t quite sure what the plan had been. She had simply done it without giving it too much thought. Her act of petty defiance seemed stupid and childish now, she couldn’t even tell Amelia why she had done it.

Emily started walking downstairs. Her legs were spread wide to try and stop the drooping diaper from touching her any more than it had to. It was only partially successful. She had managed to keep messy diapers to a minimum up until then, only a couple of big accidents ruining her clean record, so going to Amelia to tell her she had crapped her pants wasn’t something she was used to doing.

The television was on so Emily walked through the doorway into the living room. Amelia was sat in an armchair but Emily couldn’t look at her, she kept her eyes on the ground. She swallowed hard not quite knowing how to ask for this change.

“Need a new diaper?” Amelia asked casually.

“H-How did you know?” Emily replied as she felt the blush rising in her face.

“Baby, I think you’re growing nose blind to yourself.” Amelia chuckled as she stood up, “I could smell you coming a mile away.”

Emily hadn’t thought she could feel any more self-conscious but now she was proven wrong. She bowed her head again and left the room knowing Amelia would be following her. Walking up the stairs seemed to spread her accident more than the descent had and she shivered as the poop managed to find untouched skin inside her diaper. Once back in her room she only had to wait a minute before Amelia came in.

“How come you didn’t come to me for a change before you needed to poop?” Amelia asked casually as if it was a normal question for a person to ask their wife, “That’s what you normally do.”

Emily didn’t have a good answer for that. Telling Amelia she had deliberately messed herself in petty defiance didn’t seem like it would get her very far. She could’ve said it was a legitimate accident but that wouldn’t have been true either and the last thing she wanted Amelia to think was that her control was getting even worse.

“You seem tense.” Amelia said as she walked in front of Emily and put her hands on her upper arms, “Is everything alright?”

Emily couldn’t answer that question either. No, things were not alright. Her life was out of control and she didn’t seem to have any control over anything. Even her bedroom and clothes were changing right in front of her. She was stressed out by everything.

“I know.” Amelia said as she took Emily’s hand, “I’ll help you relax. Come on.”

Emily allowed Amelia to lead her to the bed. Amelia sat down and then motioned for Emily to sit next to her. She really didn’t want to do so with the full diaper, the situation was bad but sitting would make it ten times worse. It wasn’t Emily’s choice to make though as Amelia rather insistently pulled her closer.

“That’s right.” Amelia said softly.

Emily slowly lowered herself down. She winced as the diaper made contact with the bed and she sunk down on to the mattress. Amelia took Emily’s shoulders and turned her sideways before easing her backwards until Emily’s head was in her lap.

“Good girl.” Amelia said with a smile, “Just relax for me, OK?”

Emily wasn’t sure how she could relax but she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She wished that at the very least she could’ve been changed before whatever was happening on the bed. She felt Amelia moving above her but was focused on trying to get comfortable. She still didn’t understand what was going on, why wasn’t Amelia just changing her like she normally would?

“Open up.” Amelia’s voice floated down from above.

Emily’s eyes fluttered open and she nearly fell off the bed at what she saw. Two large fleshy orbs hung above her head, the veins barely visible under the milky skin and the nipples sticking out hard and proud. As Emily stared, she saw a bead of milk forming on the teat above her head. In no time at all it seemed that her wife had managed to unbutton her blouse and remove her bra to free her large pendulous breasts.

“That’s not what I meant by “open up”.” Amelia smirked. It was difficult for Emily to see her wife’s face from her position.

“Huh?” Emily replied dumbly.

“Your mouth, baby.” Amelia said.

“You… You can’t!” Emily spluttered.

“It’s only weird if you make it weird.” Amelia said quietly, “I read online that it is a great way to bond. I think it will bring us closer together.”

Emily opened her mouth to reply but was cut short by a hand cupping the front of her diaper. It pressed down enough to feel her princess parts within and Emily didn’t know what to say or do. Maybe Amelia was right and it was more common than she thought. Perhaps it would help their relationship. Emily was attracted to her wife, obviously, and with those breasts right above her head she couldn’t lie and say she didn’t want to touch them. That wasn’t even mentioning the milk’s taste, something Emily did really like before she found out where it came from. However, knowing the source of the milk changed things, the thought of sucking the milk straight of Amelia made her shiver. It was just so… weird.

The fact that Emily was still in her poopy diaper was slowly forgotten. The smell had become normal, all Emily’s attention was focused above her. She licked her lips without even realising it. She was trembling slightly and felt a deep embarrassment as she opened her mouth. At the end of the day, the promise of that sweet milk broke down Emily’s resistance.

“Good girl.” Amelia said.

Emily was rather ashamed to admit that the words caused her princess parts to twitch in their padded confines. Something that Amelia couldn’t fail to notice with her hand resting on top of them. Emily found it hard to look away from the breasts, not least because they filled her vision. Amelia leaned forwards slightly and aimed one of the globes towards Emily’s mouth. The beaded drop of milk fell and splashed Emily on her cheek as the breast descended to her mouth. Was she really going to do this? Was she really going to let her wife breast feed her like a baby?

The answer was yes. The nipple slipped past Emily’s lips and soon her mouth was pressed against the slightly salty tasting skin of her wife. Her lips formed a suction around the nipple and for a few seconds she remained frozen almost unable to believe what was happening and without a clue what to do next.

“Go on.” Amelia encouraged.

Emily flicked her tongue against Amelia’s erect nipple. Her experiment was rewarded by the sweet taste of the milk she had grown to know so well. The only difference here was that it hadn’t been refrigerated. Instead, it was warm and it seemed to only enhance the flavour that burst on Emily’s tongue. When her tongue flicked over the nipple a second time not only did she taste more of the milk but she felt Amelia push down and rub the front of her diaper. The stinky contents inside shifted but Emily’s focus was on the front where she felt herself quickly growing with excitement. She moaned into the flesh against her mouth.

Deciding to change tack slightly Emily tried sucking. Instantly she felt a thin stream of milk shoot into her mouth and she eagerly swallowed. This time the rubbing continued a little longer and Emily was quickly putting things together, every time she drank Amelia’s milk she was being rewarded. If she had been a stronger person, she might’ve declared that such obvious reinforcement wouldn’t work on her.

Emily sucked a few times in quick succession. Her mouth filled with the watery milk and she eagerly guzzled it all down. As the rubbing on her diaper started again, she kept up the rhythmic sucking and swallowing to find that the rubbing on her stinky padding continued. It was a lot easier to push the concerns about what she was doing to the back of her mind when she was experiencing the constant pleasure. The fluffy padding, expanded from her numerous wettings, caressed her sensitive parts wonderfully. She found herself moaning into the boob she was feeding from.

“You see?” Amelia’s voice floated into Emily’s ears from what felt like a mile away, “Good girls get rewarded.”

Emily felt tiny. In her stinky diaper and breast feeding she didn’t feel like an adult at all. The rational part of her brain told her to snap out of it but it was easily ignored when the electric pleasure surged through her central nervous system. Her hands reached up but rather than trying to push her wife away she instead used them to knead the breast, to try and squeeze out more of the delicious milk. She was insatiable.

Soon Emily’s hips were pushing up in response to her wife’s rubbing. The poop in the back squished every time she lowered herself back down but she didn’t care. There was a perverse pleasure in it, a feeling of doing something she shouldn’t. More than anything though her attention was entirely drawn by the front of her disposable where she was quickly heading towards climax. She was sure Amelia knew that as well from her desperate twitches and ragged breathing against the erect leaky nipple.

Emily sucked harder and faster. She moved her hips with such pace that it seemed Amelia had to work to stop her falling off her lap and she could feel the orgasm building. She moaned helplessly as she lifted her hip and spurted into her diaper, her arms and legs twitching as she came harder than ever before.

When Emily sank back down, she felt exhausted. Suddenly the cooling stickiness in the back of her diaper became a problem again. She felt gross and the guilt of climaxing in her situation washed over her like the milk filling her mouth. Even though the promise of sexual release had passed she was still suckling from Amelia like a baby. She felt stupid for what she had done. She couldn’t have acted more like a baby that afternoon if she had tried. She wondered to herself what on Earth she was doing…

“I think that’ll do.” Amelia said with a chuckle.

Emily felt a finger prying between her lips and the breast she was suckling from. It levered Emily away from the nipple. Looking up she could see wetness surrounding the teat, a mixture of a milk, saliva and sweat from the prolonged contact.

“I’ll pump the other breast for you to have tomorrow.” Amelia said.

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[BabyJessica]

Wow! What a chapter! Nursing in a poopy diaper…what a dream. 

[Elfy]

After some special alone time together, Amelia goes out to see Catherine leaving Emily at home with one special addition. 

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Emily rolled sideways off Amelia’s lap and stood up. Her legs felt a little weak and she wobbled side to side a couple of times before her wife took her hand and led her towards the changing table. The diaper was stuck to her skin in the front and back now, she was very uncomfortable and was more than ready for her change. She yawned sleepily, the afternoon’s activities had drained her more than she thought and the belly full of warm milk wasn’t helping her.

When the tapes were pulled off the front of Emily’s diaper, she found herself yawning. Her belly was full and her balls had been emptied. She wasn’t entirely sure if the full weight of everything had sunk in yet, she was embarrassed but felt almost certain it would only get worse over time. Mentally at least, physically things were rapidly improving as she felt wet baby wipes cleaning off her skin. By the time the stinky diaper was pulled away Emily felt like a whole new person. Her eyes fluttered closed, she actually felt very relaxed. Her new diaper was slipped underneath her rear end but it wasn’t closed right away, Emily waited silently.

“Isn’t it nice to get rewards?” Amelia asked rhetorically. She sounded like she was across the room for some reason.

Emily grunted in response. She didn’t really want to be a “good girl” as defined by Amelia but at the same time it beat the punishments she received when she didn’t do as she was told. She barely noticed how much her thinking had changed in recent times. The cocky, lazy woman who made Amelia run around catering to her every whim had been replaced by a much more docile version of herself.

“Well, I want to help you get more rewards.” Amelia continued. She was back at the foot of the table, “Would you like me to do that?”

Again Emily, eyes still closed, didn’t really respond. By this point she knew Amelia would do whatever she wanted regardless so having a discussion about it seemed pointless. She just wanted to get into bed and go to sleep, whatever got her there the fastest was alright with her. Her brain was overloaded and it needed time to process just what had happened.

“OK, just lay still for me…” Amelia said.

Emily hadn’t planned on doing anything else. However, when she felt hands around her crotch she frowned in confusion. Something was wrapped around the back of her testicles and then she felt a restricting plastic tube on her penis. It was only when she heard a little click that she realised what had just happened. She quickly sat up and stared down between her legs with wide eyes. She was suddenly very awake again.

“What the hell!?” Emily exclaimed, “Take that off me right now!”

“I’m just helping you be a good girl.” Amelia said as if her reasoning was obvious.

Emily looked down between her legs at the small pink chastity cage. It felt uncomfortable, something she wouldn’t be able to become unaware of but, most importantly, it took away what little access she had to her princess parts!

“Don’t worry.” Amelia said as she placed a hand on Emily’s chest and gently pushed her back down against the padded table, “This doesn’t mean you won’t get to have “fun”. It just means you won’t be tempted to do it on your own.”

That didn’t seem much better to Emily who, nonetheless, felt the front of the diaper getting pulled up over the front of her newly caged genitals and taped closed. She was helped off the table and led to the bed. Before getting in it Amelia stopped her and went over to the closet on the other wide of the room. Emily looked down at the front of her diaper and sighed. She was beet red but there was nothing she could do. It was another part of her life that was quickly spiralling out of her control.

The cage felt very uncomfortable. Emily could feel it constricting her, pinching at the top of her balls and all around feeling weird. It felt bulky and it was unusual not to feel all her various parts being able to move on their own.

Amelia brought over a white nightie. Once it was pulled over Emily’s head, she wondered why her wife had bothered, it was so thin it didn’t hide anything underneath, it might as well have not been there at all. Amelia seemed happy though, she liked the frilly ruffles all around the edges.

“Goodnight.” Amelia said as she held the covers back for Emily to slip into.

Emily said nothing. Amelia gave her a peck on the forehead and then left the room. Lying in bed Emily felt tiredness washing over her again. She felt completely out of sorts, like everything about her was different to how it should be. She reached a hand down to the front of her diaper and pressed down. She could feel the cage underneath. How had she slipped so far as to allow this to happen to her?

With a sigh Emily closed her eyes and tried to push everything out of her mind. She could worry about that the next morning, right then she was exhausted and just needed to sleep.

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“I thought we were taking this slow!” Catherine said. She was half-frustrated and half-impressed.

“I am!” Amelia shrugged, “But when I see opportunities I take them. Besides it’s all worked out so far.”

“And if it hadn’t?” Catherine asked, “You could’ve blown up any chance at the therapy right there and then.”

“I know my wife.” Amelia replied, “Call it a calculated gamble.”

Catherine sat back in her seat. She was feeling a little put out because she hadn’t been consulted and she thought this was a joint operation between the two of them. She sipped her drink and for a moment let the din of conversations from other patrons of the bar fill her ears. It seemed a lot had changed since she had last managed to have a proper get together with Amelia.

There was a little tension in the air. Neither of them had addressed the kiss they had shared when last they met. They both seemed to have questions but neither wanted to be the first to talk about it. Catherine was fascinated by what had happened though. The fact Amelia had got Emily to breast feed was mind blowing to her, she hadn’t thought even the most susceptible person would be so passive about regression therapy. The therapist found the chastity cage an unneeded addition, that was very much an Amelia thing and it was enough to give her pause.

“So the chastity…” Catherine had leaned forwards so as not to be overheard.

“I know, I know…” Amelia sighed.

“You told me we were doing this for Emily.” Catherine continued, “Chastity sounds much more like something that helps you than her.”

“Come on.” Amelia looked at Catherine, “Give me a little credit, will you? It’s just a little thing to help remember her place. You should see her; she’s so well behaved now she knows I have her key.”

As Amelia chuckled Catherine shook her head. The whole idea of the whole operation was to fix Emily’s behaviour, to regress her and then teach her proper manners. That’s what Catherine had thought anyway, it was starting to worry her that Amelia had other plans. Still, as she looked into Amelia’s eyes it was very hard to stay mad at her. She looked away guiltily.

“Can we talk about the elephant in the room?” Catherine asked.

“The kiss?” Amelia raised her eyebrows.

“The kiss.” Catherine confirmed.

There was a silence. It was even more awkward now. The topic had been brought up but neither of them knew quite what to say. Catherine looked down at her drink. She was worried about saying the wrong thing, she was worried about what saying the right thing might mean to their relationship. They were friends. Amelia was married…

“I liked it.” Amelia said finally.

Catherine looked up to see her old girlfriend smiling and, surprisingly, a little red in the cheeks. Was it the alcohol or the admission making her blush? Catherine failed to suppress her own smile.

“Me too.” Catherine finally said.

Sitting in a booth in the corner of the bar they had been at right angles to each other. Now Amelia started sliding down the seat until she was at the corner, her knees touched Catherine’s. With a nervous swallow Catherine saw Amelia leaning in and before she knew it, she was mirroring the movement and leaning in herself.

When their lips touched it was as if someone had turned down the volume on everyone else in the bar. Everything faded away and all that was left was Catherine and the woman she was quickly realising she still loved. She felt Amelia’s hand in hers as the other snaked under the table and touched the top of her thigh, it was so electrifying Catherine almost expected sparks to fly everywhere.

“Hey, boys, look at the lesbos!” A voice broke the moment.

Amelia leaned back and Catherine opened her eyes. There was a clearly drunk young man, perhaps a college student standing nearby at the bar with some friends. It was still early in the evening but it was clear that these guys had been drinking for a long while. Catherine felt Amelia’s hand tense.

“Leave it.” Catherine said quietly, “They’re just idiots. We were going to leave soon anyway, let’s just go...”

“What’s the matter, babe? Nobody given you a good dick?” The man said to a chorus of laughs and wolf-whistles from his friends, “Come over here and we can fix that!”

Catherine saw Amelia stand up and joined her. She assumed they were heading straight for the exit but instead Amelia was making a beeline for the men. Catherine could feel her heart hammering, she was not built for scrapping, neither was Amelia. Her friend had a temper and didn’t let people walk all over her, well, except Emily until recently, but she was still smaller than the man she was apparently sizing up.

“I think you’re in.” One of the man’s friends said to more laughter.

“Come here.” The drunken man slurred, “Give us a kiss and I’ll show you what you’re missing.”

The man leaned forwards with his eyes closed and his lips pursed ready for a kiss. Catherine was hovering halfway between the exit and Amelia. She wanted to leave before things got out of control. Having been with women in the past homophobic abuse wasn’t unknown to her even if it still cut deep.

What happened next seemed to be over in the blink of an eye. The drunk man was standing in front of Amelia somehow expecting his abuse to be met with a kiss. Instead, Amelia looked at Catherine and then back at the man. She took a step forward, put her hands on his shoulders and then brought her knee up hard and fast right between the guy’s legs. He immediately let out a yelp as he dropped to the floor.

“Anyone else?” Amelia asked his friends whose laughter had disappeared in shock.

With everyone seemingly stunned that Amelia would fight back Catherine hurried over and grabbed her hand. This time she pulled Amelia towards the door where, a few seconds later, they were out on the pavement. The man who was now crumpled on the floor had a few choice words for them in between his pained whimpers but they didn’t attempt to follow. Amelia was smiling widely.

“That felt… good.” Amelia said once they were a safe distance from the bar, “Catherine?”

Catherine didn’t reply. There was something burning and smouldering inside her. It wasn’t just the kiss that had lit the fires of her romance, there was something else. Seeing Amelia so assertive and not taking any crap from anyone was making her tingle. In their relationship at college Amelia had usually been the one to take control, she was usually better at it at least, Catherine had forgotten what seeing her friend like that could do to her.

Without thinking Catherine practically jumped on Amelia. She wrapped her arms around her, one going straight down to the woman’s ass and the other on her upper back holding her close. They kissed more passionately and when Catherine felt Amelia’s tongue probing for entrance, she opened her mouth and let it in. She wanted it, needed it. More than anything she needed Amelia.

Amelia pulled back and licked her lips. Catherine could see the same look of arousal mirrored in her former girlfriend’s face. There wasn’t a question as to what would happen next. Amelia looked up the road and stuck an arm out.

“Taxi!” Amelia shouted.

The two women were all over each other on the way home. The taxi driver seemed to spend as much time looking in his rear-view mirror as on the road resulting in him almost running a red light. When the car pulled up outside Amelia’s house the two women stepped out. After paying their fare they remained all over each other right up to the front door. Catherine’s brain was focused on one thing and one thing only: Getting up to Amelia’s bed as soon as possible.

The front door opened and Amelia stepped in. Catherine was swiftly brought back to reality by a smell that almost made her turn and walk straight back outside. The smell of poop was overwhelming.

“Finally, I’ve needed a change for…” Emily was walking out of the living room. She saw Catherine and froze.

Catherine could see that her patient was wearing a pink onesie with faux-tutu frills around the waist. Her eyes went wide and she covered her mouth before Emily let out a yelp and ran back into the living room closing the door behind her. Catherine was stunned, she had been told about some of the changes Amelia had made but to see the reality was something else altogether.

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[Dirty Boy]

Amelia and Catherine, they are crossing all limits, this is torture. I hope they pay for their crimes at the end of the story

[CDfm]

Wow that started getting hot. Beyond that I really think that if Amelia is going to keep Emily diaper dependent and still want to socialize she really needs to get someone to care for Emily.  She needs to find a babysitter. 
I am looking forward to seeing more. 

[Elfy]

Catherine has come to visit and Emily was not at all prepared.

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Amelia covered her mouth and laughed. Catherine didn’t know what to do or say, she felt she should leave, seeing Emily reminded her that what she was about to do was wrong no matter how much she wanted it.

“Emily, come on out.” Amelia called out.

“No.” Emily’s voice replied. It was muffled partially by the door.

“I guess you don’t mind waiting until morning for a change then.” Amelia said as she put her hands on her hips.

There was a silence and Catherine was shocked at what she was witnessing. It didn’t feel like she was witnessing a married couple, it was much more like a parent and a difficult child. She didn’t know what she had been expecting but it wasn’t this.

Catherine looked at Amelia who simply raised her eyebrows. Just when it seemed like Emily was calling her wife’s bluff the door slowly started opened. Catherine saw Emily slowly appear with her shoulders hunched, even though she was looking at the floor it was obvious she was very red in the face.

“Come on.” Amelia said. She reached a hand out and Emily stepped forwards to take it.

This wasn’t what Catherine had expected at all. This wasn’t the Emily she had ever seen in the past; she was like a different person altogether. There was very little resistance even though it was obvious Emily didn’t want to be doing this. She was being… obedient.

If Catherine hadn’t been there to witness it, she wouldn’t have thought it possible. The patient she knew as being difficult and prickly whenever made even slightly uncomfortable was doing what Amelia said. Was this what regression therapy could really do? Catherine’s intellectual curiosity was piqued, and she almost wished she had her laptop with her right then to make notes.

Amelia led the way up the stairs with Emily behind her. Finally, Catherine followed though she maintained her distance thanks to the terrible smell. She kept her eyes on Emily’s ass and noticed that despite the thin clothing over the top there was a noticeable bulge. The Emily that Catherine knew from weeks ago would never have allowed any of this to happen, she certainly wouldn’t allow Catherine to observe it.

The three women reached the landing and started heading down past the main bedroom to the spare one. Catherine frowned as the door was opened. Emily started whimpering and pulling back on Amelia’s arm as she was taken inside. Catherine had no idea what the problem was, she had already seen and smelt Emily’s embarrassing situation so what did it matter if she went into the spare room.

“Oh, you haven’t seen Emily’s new room, have you?” Amelia called out airily.

“New room, I…” Catherine stopped in the doorway.

Amelia certainly hadn’t mentioned this. Catherine would’ve definitely remembered if she had. The spare room had once been very bland and empty, but nothing could be further from the truth now. The room was clearly lived in with some clothes tossed casually on the floor but what really attracted the eye was the new changing table.

“When did you do all this?” Catherine asked as she slowly walked inside looking around. The further she went the more the “baby” smell grew. A faint smell of used diapers, baby powder and wipes… All of it suggested the bedroom was inhabited by a baby.

“A week or so ago.” Amelia replied, “What do you think?”

“It’s… nice.” Catherine replied. She was looking at Emily who blushing furiously.

“Alright, baby, up on the changing table.” Amelia said as she patted the top of the padded surface.

“Please… Not with Catherine here…” Emily practically whispered.

Catherine felt bad for intruding in Emily’s private space and yet she wasn’t leaving. The stinky woman looked at her with big puppy dog eyes, but she remained in place. Amelia was smiling as she waited for Emily to comply. Again, the old Emily would’ve outright refused but this version of the woman simply closed her eyes and sagged her shoulders. She turned to the changing table and began to awkwardly climb up.

As Emily was halfway up on to the table Amelia reached forwards and pulled on the flaps on the onesie causing it to spring open. Catherine gasped as she saw the discoloured padding that bulged out so far it looked like the leg guards were barely clinging on. Emily groaned but continued climbing up. Catherine felt like she shouldn’t be here for this and yet found it impossible to make herself leave or even look away. She swallowed as she continued watching, she felt like a voyeur, a Peeping Tom hiding in some bushes.

Amelia moved between Emily’s legs and started to pull the tapes. Emily’s face was bright red as she stared directly up at the ceiling. When Catherine took a step closer to the changing table the horizontal woman quickly turned towards the wall, her eyes tightly shut.

“Did you want to do it?” Amelia asked with a smirk.

Catherine shook her head quickly as Emily moaned again. Amelia laughed and finally lowered the front of the padding. It was evident that Emily hadn’t messed herself recently. Judging from the scale of the mess it must’ve happened not long after Amelia had left the house. Catherine found herself less disgusted than she thought she would be, which wasn’t to say she was overly keen on getting much closer. The smell was still repellent, but Catherine found she was adjusting to it surprisingly quickly.

Whilst Amelia started cleaning Emily’s backside Catherine found her therapist brain switching on. She started thinking about what was happening in a grander sense, more than just the immediate actions in front of her. From her point of view, it seemed like the embarrassments suffered by Emily were reinforcing a submissive side that was making it easier for her to control. The control didn’t have to be a bad thing per se, it could be used to have her learn self-control which would benefit her a lot in the future. However, right then, it seemed that the more she was placed in the baby role the more she was happy to hand control to others, namely Amelia. It would be very interesting to study what happened long term…

Even as Catherine tried to rationalise what she was seeing she understood that her judgement was clouded. A part of her knew she was making excuses for herself and Amelia, but she was finding that part easy to ignore. The need for Amelia was still burning inside her despite everything, or maybe it was because of it.

The way Amelia took care of Emily was endearing. There was no malice or ill-will there. If you forgot about the size of the woman on the changing table, you could easily mistake the scene as a woman looking after a real baby.

As the cleaning went on Catherine noticed the chastity cage that had previously been hidden by the sides of the diaper. The pink cage looked very restrictive and she wondered if it was painful at all. Perhaps too late she realised she was staring and looked away.

“Good girl.” Amelia said softly, “Don’t worry. You’ll be all clean before you know it.”

The way Amelia spoke to Emily was endearing. Catherine got a real maternal instinct from her. She wondered if that motherly way was something Amelia knew about or whether it drove her towards the cause of action she had taken. She would have to ask later and note down the answer it could be fascinating for her research.

It took quite a while before Emily was properly cleaned. When Amelia was finally happy the stinky diaper was pulled out and replaced with a fresh one. Catherine watched as Emily was taped up and then had her onesie popped back together, as she got off the changing table it seemed the diapered girl couldn’t look anywhere but at the floor.

“I think I know what my shy girl wants.” Amelia said with a big smile, “Is she thirsty?”

“What!?” Emily quickly looked up at Amelia, “No. You wouldn’t!”

Catherine was watching on with confusion. She wasn’t sure what was going on or why Emily looked so shocked. It surely couldn’t be worse than what just happened on the changing table could it?

Amelia took Emily’s hand and pulled her across the room to the bed. Catherine just watched as Amelia sat down and pulled her wife over her lap face up. She was more than a little confused and that feeling only grew as Amelia lifted her shirt and lowered her bra to reveal one of her breasts. Catherine let out a little gasp of combined surprise and arousal.

“Don’t do it…” Emily whined as she stared straight up at Amelia’s chest.

“Hush now.” Amelia said softly.

Catherine couldn’t believe her eyes as she saw Amelia lift Emily’s head up until she was latched on to the nipple. Almost automatically, it seemed to Catherine, she started feeding. Amelia had shared a lot of details about what she’d been doing with Emily, but she’d never mentioned this. Catherine’s eyes were laser focused on Emily’s blushing cheeks and her neck where she could clearly see the woman swallowing. Surely Amelia wasn’t lactating…

“Catherine, do you want to wait for me in my room?” Amelia asked.

Emily let out a muffled exclamation and then coughed. Her eyes were wide with shock as she looked out the corner of her eye at Catherine. The therapist was surprised that Amelia was being so forward, to say such a thing right in front of Emily, she didn’t say anything explicit but surely the implication was there. It certainly seemed Emily was suspicious as to what was going on.

“Maybe I shouldn’t…” Catherine started as she looked away from Emily’s feeding for the first time since it started.

“Catherine.” Amelia said with a stern voice, “Wait for me in my room. I’ll be there in just a second.”

Catherine swallowed and after one final look at the bewildered Emily she left the bedroom and walked down the landing to the master bedroom. A room that was apparently now just Amelia’s. As she walked inside, she could see that Emily hadn’t been in there for a while. Her side of the room was practically bare and only half the bed seemed to have been slept in.

Catherine felt awkward. She had no idea what was going on in the room down the landing but she was in a place she felt like she shouldn’t be. She walked over and sat on the edge of the bed watching the door and waiting. What was going to happen next, she had no idea…

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I guess there are some things that would be considered beyond your ability to control.  Wetting and even messing your diaper could definitely be a couple of those things.  However submitting to being breastfed is probably within your abilities to control.  I would have definitely gone with a very hard No to that one.   I am surprised that Amelia would even consider doing such a thing.  I think Catherine needs to step in and put a stop to some of this. 

[Elfy]

Amelia has a short heart to heart with her wife before going back next door to "catch up" with her best friend.

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“Why is she in your room!?” Emily hissed almost as soon as the door was closed and she was able to pull her head back from her wife’s breast. A little watery milk dribbled out the corner of her mouth.

“That’s not your business.” Amelia replied as she tried to push Emily back on to her nipple

“It is!” Emily managed to pull away and roll off Amelia’s lap. The new diaper crackled underneath her onesie.

Amelia closed her eyes as she stood up, in front of her Emily was standing and looking confused and worried. She knew she was negotiating tricky waters. A lot had changed for Emily and whilst Amelia was pretty certain her wife wouldn’t do more than pout, she needed to make the transition she was planning as seamless as possible. She was so close to getting everything that she wanted but she had to be careful not to push too far or too hard. She turned around to see Emily looking at her with anxiety.

“Do you really want to know?” Amelia asked.

“Y…Yes?” Emily stuttered. Her answer was more of a question, it seemed even she wasn’t sure if she wanted to hear what was truly going on.

“Sit down.” Amelia said.

As Amelia sat back down on the bed, she was amused to see that Emily quickly dropped to the floor in front of her. There had been a time when Emily would fight every instruction tooth and nail but now, she couldn’t follow instructions quick enough. She looked up at Amelia like a child waiting to hear some bad news. The fact Amelia had managed to move her wife into such a position was a surprise even for her, she had always half-expected Emily to wake up and stop what was going on but it still hadn’t happened.

“I meant on the bed, but perhaps down there is more appropriate.” Amelia smirked as she perched on the edge of the mattress.

“What’s going on?” Emily demanded without moving from her cross-legged position on the floor.

“Catherine and I…” Amelia hesitated. She was trying to thread a dense minefield in what she said, “You know we’re old friends, right?”

Emily nodded.

“Well, we used to be a bit more than that.” Amelia smiled, “Back in college we were together for a little while.”

Amelia saw Emily’s face change to shock. The diapered woman’s mouth dropped open and her eyes seemed to nearly pop out of her skull. Amelia had always wondered if Emily had suspected anything about her past relationship with the therapist but now she knew that clearly she’d been completely in the dark. She hadn’t even tried to hide it most of the time, Emily was usually just too self-absorbed to notice anything that didn’t immediately affect her.

“You… You did!?” Emily gasped.

“So, Catherine and I want to…” Ameia waved her hand in front of her as if trying to find the words, ““Catch up”, if you know what I mean.”

Emily was looking up at Amelia with an expression that was almost unreadable. It was hard to tell what she was thinking at all. Amelia wasn’t even sure if Emily was getting the gist of what she was saying.

“Are you going to be a good girl and stay in your bedroom?” Amelia asked.

“Why do I have to do that?” Emily asked indignantly.

“I don’t want you to get into any mischief when I’m not looking.” Amelia replied with a shrug.

“I don’t… Why would I!?” Emily pouted.

“Just be a good girl and maybe you’ll get a reward later.” Amelia said.

Amelia had to smile as she saw Emily’s face change. To reinforce her meaning she leaned down and squeezed the front of the diaper a couple of times. Emily hadn’t been let out of her cage since it had first been put on her and Amelia had no doubt the promise of getting just that would make her obedient, just as intended. She could see Emily’s face run through several different emotions before she seemed to sag in defeat to her libido.

“And what are you going to be doing?” Emily asked.

“I told you.” Amelia stood up and tussled the top of Emily’s head, “Catching up.”

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“So, what did-… Oh!” Catherine started to speak as Amelia closed the bedroom door behind her.

Amelia was so revved up from their date that she wasn’t going to waste breath with any more words. She practically leapt on top of Catherine and immediately locked their lips together. Her tongue started exploring and met no resistance, in fact it seemed to be welcomed in as Catherine moaned against her.

Their bodies pressed together as Amelia forced Catherine back against the bed. It had been years since they had been together, and Amelia had been missing it. The passion she got when being intimate with Catherine was unlike anything Emily could give her. She could feel the therapist’s breasts pressing against her own and it only excited her more. Without removing her lips from Catherine’s face, she started undressing herself. She pulled down on her pants and as soon as they were around her knees Catherine was reaching forward to the press her hands against the panties. It was Amelia’s turn to moan.

Just as Amelia was unbuttoning her top Catherine pulled back away from her. Their faces finally separated as they both panted, Amelia could see Catherine’s face was red but she was looking away from her.

“We… We shouldn’t…” Catherine whispered, “Emily is right next door. Y-You can’t just cheat on her!”

“We both want this.” Amelia said softly as she ran a hand down the side of Catherine’s face.

“Yes, but…” Catherine started.

“So stop overthinking things for once.” Amelia smiled, “Just enjoy yourself and let me worry about Emily.”

“But…” Catherine didn’t get more than one word out before Amelia was on top of her again.

Amelia flopped down on to the bed next to Catherine and her hand slithered up her blouse to feel those delightful breasts that had been denied to her for so long. It was as if she could feel her friend’s concerns melting away as the therapist’s body seemed to melt into Amelia’s arms.

The pair of them gradually got undressed. A slow process when neither seemed able to keep their hands off the other for very long. Soon though they were naked and writing against each other on top of the covers. It was like nothing had ever happened, like no time had passed since they had last been together like that. The smells, the feel, everything remained the same.

“Take me…” Catherine breathed into Amelia’s ears.

Amelia didn’t need the encouragement. She lowered herself down Catherine’s body licking and kissing every inch of her. She felt her friend’s akin flutter against her touch until she was down between her legs. Amelia licked her lips as she looked at the folds between Catherine’s legs, she could see stickiness oozing from her, obvious excitement and anticipation of what was to come.

Amelia leaned forwards with her tongue outstretched, she tasted her girlfriend’s juices and felt her snatch tremble at the merest touch. Catherine whined with need.

“Patience.” Amelia smirked, “I forgot how submissive you could be…”

“Please…” Catherine breathed, “I need you!”

Amelia was tempted to make a comment about how Catherine wasn’t so worried about Emily now but decided to hold her tongue. There was no reason to confuse matters. The fact that Emily was just down the hall sitting in her bedroom was only making Amelia more excited.

Tongue-first Amelia pushed forward to give her squirming friend exactly what she wanted. She remembered this so well despite not having a partner with a vagina since the last time she had been with Catherine. Like riding a bike, it all came back to her. Her tongue forced its way into the moaning woman’s slit as she started eating her out. Catherine’s back arched as Amelia’s nose tickled her clit, her arms going out and grabbing at the corners of the sheets.

“Oh… god…” Catherine moaned in between deep breaths.

Amelia was so turned on she thought she might be able to cum without even being touched as she sloppily worked her tongue over Catherine’s vagina. Her mouth filled with the juices of her sex as her arms wrapped around the writhing woman’s thighs so she could keep her face in the right place. It seemed like Catherine was trying to hold back from making too much noise. Could Emily hear what was happening? Amelia didn’t know but the thought drove her crazy.

“You like that?” Amelia asked as she pulled her face away, licking lips smeared with Catherine’s sticky liquid.

Catherine could do little more than nod as she bit her bottom lip.

“When was the last time you were with a woman?” Amelia asked.

“It’s been… a while.” Catherine admitted.

“Well, time to get you re-acquainted.” Amelia smirked as she shifted position. She sat up with her legs dangling over the edge of the bed facing the door, “It’s your turn. On your knees.”

Amelia’s instructions seemed to make Catherine swell with arousal. She slipped sideways off the bed and dropped to her knees instantly. She shuffled forwards between Amelia’s legs as she leant back but propped herself on her elbows watching.

As Catherine moved in and Amelia felt the warmth of her breath she closed her eyes. A second later her own pussy was being eaten out in a way that Emily could never hope to match. Catherine’s hand was between her own legs whilst the other held on to Amelia tightly.

“You certainly haven’t forgotten how to do this either.” Amelia said as she tossed her head back and looked up at the ceiling, “Up a bit… A bit more… There we go…”

Catherine ate Amelia out with an intensity Emily had never managed. Just the eagerness alone was pushing Amelia up the slope towards climax. She started pushing her crotch into Catherine’s face and lowered a hand to hold her head in place as she rode her. She let out a breathy moan, not bothering to keep her voice down too much. She was almost daring Emily to come in and stop her. It felt like a test. Emily must’ve known what she had been hinting at earlier and if she was going to just let it happen it represented another move into her rightful place.

Amelia only allowed Catherine to pull back when she was approaching the point of no return. She saw the therapist, usually so composed and proper, now kneeling on the floor panting and with her hair everywhere. She was staring at Amelia’s pussy as if it was a gourmet meal that she wanted to dive straight back into. She looked amazing.

“Do you… Do you still have…” Catherine bashfully looked away.

Amelia knew exactly what she was talking about. A toy used on special occasions that they both loved. She stood up and walked around to her closet, the part she had hidden away for years, the corner with a sealed box kept more in hope than any expectation. She pulled it out and placed it on the bed. Fortunately, she had had the foresight to keep everything wrapped up and placed in air-sealed bags so despite the passage of years they were still clean and hadn’t degraded at all.

It was into this box of tricks that Amelia reached and when she withdrew her hand she was clutching something long and pink that had Catherine blushing and smiling in equal measure. It was a very special double-ended dildo. Two very realistic looking pink cocks were attached on a hinge that allowed to people with vaginas to have sex and both feel as though they were being penetrated. Amelia enjoyed the toy, but it had always been one of Catherine’s favourites, back in college she had been able to get the woman to do practically anything if she promised to break the toy out later in the day.

“I can’t believe you kept it.” Catherine said as she got up on to the bed. She stared at the toy as if it was some ancient item of worship.

“Well, it doesn’t take up much room.” Amelia said with a smile.

“Why DID you keep it?” Catherine asked. That intellectual curiosity shining through even in moments like the one they were in.

“It reminds me of good memories.” Amelia said as she looked down at the dildo, “And perhaps I always thought that one day I would get to use it again.”

“R-Really?” Catherine’s eyes flew wide, “Even when I was with Jack?”

“Babe, you’re very cute but you aren’t the only person in the world with a vagina.” Amelia laughed.

Catherine smiled as well but she didn’t take her eyes off the toy. It may not have seen use recently, but Amelia’s remembered perfectly what to do. It was hardly rocket science after all. She took the lube she always kept in her bedside drawer and squeezed some on to both ends of the rubber dick. Catherine got into position, her legs open, impatience obvious on her face.

Amelia lined up one end of the toy with her own slickened entrance and slid it halfway inside. She couldn’t help gasping a little, she was unused to something so big, Emily simply couldn’t compare. She didn’t try to push it any further, instead she lined up the other side with Catherine’s slit. She slowly started to ease herself forwards and saw Catherine close her eyes as she was breached.

The joy of this toy was that as you pushed into your partner it was pushed into yourself as well. So, when Amelia started to push forwards, she was rewarded and moaned as the dildo rubbed against her insides.

“Ah, it was so… hot.” Catherine moaned as she arched her back. Her eyes closed and her voice shaking slightly, “S-Seeing you feed Emily!”

“Uh huh.” Amelia grunted. She was slowly easing into a rhythm of moving forwards and backwards giving them both pleasure. It turned Amelia on as well. Her breasts had beads of milk on the end of her nipples still.

“Y-You never told me you were doing that.” Catherine bit her lip. Yet again her hands were clutching at the sheets.

“Maybe you should… give it a try.” Amelia said, pausing only as the fake cock rubbed a particularly sensitive area. She bit her lip and let out a low chuckle, “Or maybe you’d rather be in Emily’s position.”

Catherine moaned louder though whether it was at the naughty suggestion or the physical sensations Amelia couldn’t be sure. The pace was starting to pick up and the bed creaked a little as Amelia pushed into Catherine. Soon they had reached a quick but steady rhythm. Catherine’s legs wrapped around Amelia’s hips as she tried to draw her lover further into her.

Soon Amelia and Catherine’s bodies, shimmering in a sheen of sweat, were pressed together. They were kissing each other almost mindlessly, driven by passion that caused the rest of the world to vanish around them. Catherine’s hands reached up and squeezed Amelia’s tits, she was none too gentle which was just how Amelia liked it.

“Fuck me!” Catherine exclaimed, “Just like you used to!”

Catherine’s passion was pushing Amelia to the edge and she wasn’t going to stop herself plummeting over it. She picked up the pace even further, the dildos slipping in and out of the two women, gliding on their bodies’ natural lubricants with almost no resistance. Each of the women’s breathing became shallower and rushed as if it had to be grabbed whenever it could be.

Amelia’s could feel Catherine tensing and knew she was about to orgasm. She wasn’t far behind and a second later Catherine let out a loud groan she tensed up herself. The muscles in her vagina repeatedly tensed as they seemed to try to milk the dildo lodged inside. Amelia rode the wave of her pleasure before finally, with aching arms and legs, pulled out and dropped to the side of Catherine.

They laid together panting and staring into each other’s eyes. It felt like a connection that had been fraying for a long time had suddenly been reinforced. Amelia leaned forwards and kissed Catherine again, tasting herself on the woman’s lips and smiling as she broke apart. It was obvious that despite Catherine’s passionate participation in the love making she was feeling guilty. The post-orgasm glow dying quickly as the reality of what they had done grew stronger and overpowered it.

“We shouldn’t have done that.” Catherine closed her eyes.

“Yes. We should have.” Amelia replied as she cupped the side of Catherine’s face. Despite the therapist’s protestations Amelia could feel her pushing into the contact.

“But… Emily…” Catherine sighed.

“I told you.” Amelia said, “Let me worry about Emily. Before I left her room, I gave her some none too subtle hints about what was going on. If she wanted to stop it, all she had to do was come in here.”

“But…” Catherine started.

Amelia leaned forwards and kissed Catherine again. She had been carrying a flame for her old girlfriend ever since they had initially parted ways and now that they were back together, she wasn’t going to give her up again. Despite Catherine’s hesitancy Amelia still felt her opening her mouth to be explored and probed by her tongue. The guilt was real, but it was obvious Catherine didn’t want to do anything about it.

“I should go regardless.” Catherine finally said as the kiss broke off, “I have notes to prepare for work.”

“It’s like that, is it?” Amelia said as she propped herself up an elbow and smirked, “Just going to fuck me and leave?”

“It’s not… I mean…” Catherine stuttered.

“Relax.” Amelia pushed herself up and then got out of the bed, “I’m joking. We really need to work on getting you to unwind.”

Amelia wrapped her dressing gown around herself. The material was so thin it barely hid what was underneath. She looked to the other side of the bed where Catherine was now standing, completely naked. The curves of her body and the way her skin was lightly shimmering made her almost irresistible. The smell of sex hung in the air everywhere and when Amelia looked down at the bed she could see a lot of dampness. No doubt she would need to change the sheets.

Once Catherine had hastily dressed, she opened the door. After taking a step she stopped and let out a little scream.

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[CDfm]

Wow,  the more I get to know Amelia the less I like her.  She seems to be a person who is out only for their own gratification. Initially I could understand her motivations for trying to get Emily to be more than just a burden but now she has stepped over boundaries that I can’t agree with. 
I will be looking forward to reading more. 

[Dirty Boy]

29 minutes ago, CDfm said:

Wow,  the more I get to know Amelia the less I like her.  She seems to be a person who is out only for their own gratification. Initially I could understand her motivations for trying to get Emily to be more than just a burden but now she has stepped over boundaries that I can’t agree with. 
I will be looking forward to reading more. 

Amelia is a psychopath, she doesn't care about Emily, if she doesn't love her anymore she should leave her, not abuse and torture her, moreover she is drugging her to cause accidents. Catherine is an accomplice to this madness. They both risk many years in prison. I hope that at the end of the story they both pay and that Emily realizes what they are doing to her

[Elfy]

Emily is given a cryptic warning about helping her to "stay put" before it's time for her next therapy appointment. It seems that, after two weeks of denial, even a simple ride on the bus can have its issues.

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“Ah!” Catherine squealed.

Catherine’s hair was all over the place. That was the first thing Emily noticed. The therapist usually took exceptional care of how she looked but that had all changed. Her hair was frazzled and standing up.

The next thing she noticed was how oddly Catherine was acting. She wouldn’t look Emily in the eyes and fidgeted with her hands. It seemed Emily’s fears were being confirmed and she didn’t quite know what to do about it. All she was certain of was that her penis, still trapped in its unforgiving prison was throbbing painfully though she tried not to let that show.

“E-Emily… Hi.” Catherine finally said.

A second later Amelia appeared in the doorway. She was sticking her head out around the frame and looking down to where Emily stood in her onesie and already damp diaper. There was a tense few moments as no one seemed to want to be the first to move or speak.

Emily didn’t need anyone to say anything. She knew what had happened. In truth, she knew even before stepping out into the hallway. The banging and exclamations could only be mitigated by the walls to a certain point. She still heard a lot of it. Could there be another explanation though? Like a confused child who had caught their parents in the thick of it she wondered if they hadn’t been doing something else physical instead, like wrestling or something. As ridiculous as it was Emily’s brain was very open to explaining away why her wife and therapist were emerging from a room together looking dishevelled.

“I’ve… I need to go.” Catherine said hurriedly, “I’ll see you both later. I’ll let myself out.”

Emily watched as Catherine almost ran past without looking at her. She took the stairs two at a time and was out of the door in a flash. Emily turned back to her wife who had stepped out on to the landing and was leaning against the wall with her arms folded across her chest, she didn’t look impressed.

“I thought I told you to stay put.” Amelia said.

“But-…” Emily started.

“No buts.” Amelia shook her head.

Emily was still reeling when Amelia reached down and grabbed at Emily’s padded crotch. No doubt she felt the warm padding which covered the caged genitals inside. Emily looked away and blushed. She felt like she should’ve been appalled by what she suspected but instead she found her princess parts throbbing painfully against their confines. Why did the idea of her wife sleeping with someone else give her such a reaction!?

“When I ask you to stay put somewhere I expect you to do it.” Amelia said as she reached her hand up and patted Emily’s head, “Don’t worry. I’ll help you.”

Emily watched Amelia walk away and wondered just what the hell had happened. Perhaps more importantly, she wondered what on Earth was going to happen next. What did Amelia mean by “helping” her?

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“What do you mean you’re not driving me?” Emily asked.

“I’ve got things that I need to do here.” Amelia replied, “Some reports I need to finish, some deliveries, I need to call my boss about-…”

“What about me?” Emily interrupted, “How am I supposed to get to therapy?”

“Take the bus.” Amelia replied, “I just changed your diaper. You should be fine. If you need a change whilst out, you can ask Catherine.”

“Are you crazy!?” Emily exclaimed.

“Baby, it’s nothing she hasn’t seen.” Amelia shook her head as if Emily’s worrying was for no reason.

“That’s not the point!” Emily put her hands up to her face.

Emily turned away. Clearly, she wasn’t going to get anywhere with Amelia. It was a feeling she was used to and no matter how much it annoyed her she knew it wasn’t going to change her wife’s mind. She put on her jacket and gathered her things. She’d have to take the bus no matter how much she hated the idea of it.

“Don’t forget your diaper bag.” Amelia helpfully pointed out as she walked up to Emily and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“You could just call it a bag…” Emily muttered.

“OK, don’t forget your bag.” Amelia giggled, “The one with your diapers.”

Emily pouted but as she looked over her shoulder, she saw Amelia walking up the stairs without glancing back at her. Emily sighed and opened the front door. She made sure to slam it on the way out. It was unfair. She didn’t want to go to therapy in the first place, especially not after she’d seen Catherine walking out of Amelia’s room the other day. Now she had to take the bus which was yet another unwanted hassle.

“Unbelievable…” Emily muttered to herself when the bus pulled up.

It was packed. There were no seats available and a lot of people standing in the aisle. Emily stepped on board and bought her ticket before making her way down to the middle of the bus where there was another set of doors. That was as far as she was going to get though and as more people got on behind her soon found herself pressed up against one of the vertical poles that went from the floor to the ceiling.

Emily was in a foul mood but and as the bus pulled away from the curb, she found herself getting pressed into the pole a little more. She was about to tell the other passengers to back off and give her a little bit of room when she felt something which caused her to hold her tongue.

The bus seemed quite old. It was certainly rattling quite a bit as it started its journey. There were a lot of vibrations coming up through the floor and shaking everything. This included the pole that Emily was pressed up against. She felt the vibrations going all through her but, most importantly, she felt them shaking her diaper. It was her crotch that was pressed up against the pole and the diaper seemed to be spreading the vibrations all the way around her waist, but they were centred right on her most sensitive area.

Emily’s eyes went wide as she felt the most sensation her genitals had experienced outside a diaper change in a long time. She could soon feel her locked up organ wanted to show its excitement, but the cage held it down. That didn’t mean the vibrations didn’t still feel good though, just that the pleasure was tempered by a slight pain.

The vibrations seemed to become stronger when the bus was at a standstill. Emily was facing backwards towards the back of the bus and saw a dozen or more faces looking forwards, the fact she was getting pleasure like this was so wrong. But even if she wanted to pull away, she couldn’t. The people standing around her basically left her stuck in place with the pole pressing against her serving only to tease.

Emily closed her eyes. She couldn’t believe this was happening, but she was pressing herself closer to the pole deliberately now. When the bus stopped, she opened her eyes, and the vibrations grew more intense. Chastity cage or not she was finding herself enjoying the experience. It was so shameful, to be in front of all those people getting off like this, it was too much, but even if she wanted to stop it, she simply couldn’t.

When the bus started moving again the shaking subsided just enough to become teasing. Trying to act as casually as possible Emily moved closer to the pole, almost to the point that her feet were passed it. No one seemed to know what was going on, then again, they were all normal people living normal lives who would never expect anyone could be in Emily’s situation.

It continued like that stop after stop. Every red light or every bus stop meant the vibrations grew so much stronger. Whilst the bus moved it was enough to maintain Emily’s arousal. Even though the cage was preventing her reaching full mast it wasn’t stopping the feelings being transmitted through her. The pain had faded away, the pleasure overwhelming her senses. There were a lot more stops than Emily thought there would be. When she was about halfway to the therapy office the bus stopped and this time the vibrations seemed to hit just the right spot for her.

“Ah…”

Emily froze up. Her face turned a bright red as she felt heat rising in her face. She saw people turning to look at her strangely. She had just moaned, out loud, on the bus, in front of all these people. She was breathing heavily now; she could tell she was flushed, and she was pressing herself closer than ever to the pole. The bus was slightly emptier now, she could’ve moved away and yet she was holding on as if it was a life raft.

The bus jerked forwards again and Emily was pushed against the pole for a second, but the vibrations lessened leaving her frustrated. She felt like such a pervert. So wantonly getting pleasure from such a mundane thing like that. She couldn’t help it though. It had been so long since she had been able to have any “fun.” She had needs!

The bus was emptying with every stop, but Emily was still planted against the pole. With every person who got off she looked even stranger, there was space for her to move into, but she wasn’t doing it, instead she was staying cramped against the pole. After the first moan Emily re-doubled her efforts to remain quiet, but as her penis twitched in its cage, she was finding it harder and harder to act normally.

By the time the bus was just two stops away from Catherine’s office Emily felt maddeningly on the edge. She was aching for release and her arousal had clouded her brain so much that she didn’t care if it was right there on the bus. In truth, it HAD to be on the bus. Once she disembarked there would be nothing to provide the stimulation she needed. The thought of getting teased this much and then not getting release was unthinkable.

At the penultimate stop the bus waited for passengers and Emily closed her eyes. She writhed against the pole as it acted like a sex toy. She pushed herself against it, feeling her caged princess parts pressing into the fluffy folds of her diaper.

With a gasp Emily could feel an orgasm building. It felt like after so much teasing it was finally going to happen… and then the doors closed, and the bus pulled away again. Emily let out a low whine which caused one or two people nearest her to frown. There was one stop left and she couldn’t let it go to waste. She needed to have this orgasm that had been so cruelly denied to her.

Emily now started grinding on the pole as the bus moved. She tried desperately to make it seem like she wasn’t doing anything but didn’t know how successful she was being. In that moment it was a secondary worry behind getting the sensations she needed.

When the bus finally stopped for the final time before the therapists’ office Emily didn’t waste a moment. As soon as she felt the vibrations coming up through the floor, she started thrusting herself against the poll in quick movements that she hoped wouldn’t be noticeable to anyone else. She let out short shallow breaths as she finally reached the point of no return. With her eyes closed she bit her lip and thrust a couple more times before holding herself against the pole as tightly as possible, she wrapped her legs around the pole and couldn’t stop a moan escaping her as she finally orgasmed for the first time in days.

Emily felt her dick pulsing inside its cage. It may not have been able to get hard, but it was still able to dribble out cum that dripped against the padding. Emily slumped forwards as she felt the afterglow, resting her head on her makeshift sex toy she couldn’t quite believe what she had done.

When Emily opened her eyes, she saw people looking directly at her. Did they know? Had they seen what she was doing? Had she been louder than she thought? Emily swallowed and quickly looked away as her face glowed hot. She tried to act normal as she felt the stickiness in her diaper against her skin.

It was a very awkward minute until the bus finally reached the building Catherine worked in. She hurried out as soon as the door opened and didn’t look back as she practically ran through the entrance to the car park and towards the office.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” Emily muttered to herself as she heard the bus pulling away, “Am I really that pathetic?”

Emily didn’t want the answer to that question. Not after what she had just done. There was no way she was going to mention all this in therapy no matter what else happened. She was just glad that she wouldn’t see anyone on that bus ever again. However, there were some things she couldn’t so easily forget. The stickiness was not comfortable… but there was a way to get rid of that. Emily checked her phone to see she still had some time to spare before her appointment. She stopped just outside the sliding doors at the front of the building.

The warmth spread throughout the nappy as Emily released her bladder. She let out a little shiver as the urine streamed out of her body and over the pink chastity cage. She sighed as her underwear rapidly heated up and she felt her diaper sag a little. She was grateful that she had been allowed to wear her adult clothes for coming out of the house, but she was now sort of missing the way the onesie held her diaper close to her body.

Once she was done Emily walked inside and checked in with the receptionist before going to Catherine’s room. Although she was very noticeably wet, she wasn’t near needing a change, which was good because under no circumstances did she want to ask Catherine to help her with that. She sat down on one of the chairs outside the door and took a deep breath. Now that she had been given time to think she felt herself becoming more embarrassed about what had happened on the bus. Had a week or two of denial really made her THAT horny?

“Emily?” Catherine opened the door just as Emily had buried her face in her hands, “Do you want to come in?”

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Well everyone needs a release at times.  Emily probably embarrassed herself by getting her release like she did but it was release that was apparently needed at that time. 
looking forward to seeing what happens in this session with Catherine. 

[Elfy]

Sam goes into therapy feeling very embarrassed by what had happened on the journey over. She is soon distracted by Catherine's rather... unusual suggestion to help her relax. 

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Emily stood up as Catherine held the door open. She walked through into the office and suddenly the incident on the bus disappeared from her mind, it was replaced by what had happened the last time Emily had seen her therapist, when she was emerging from her wife’s bedroom.

“How have you been?” Catherine asked.

Was she really going to pretend like nothing had happened? Was she going to pretend that she hadn’t seen Emily being breast fed and changed? Emily asked herself as she hung her jacket and bag up by the door. Emily turned to head towards the couch when she froze.

“What the hell is this?” Emily demanded as she gestured at the space in front of the couch.

“Just an idea I had.” Catherine said. Emily could tell the therapist was trying to play it off as casual, but it wasn’t working.

The table in front of the couch had been moved. Now there was a few small baby toys scattered around on the floor. A few dolls with a house, a colouring book, and some childish puzzles. Emily felt disgust at what she was looking at. She almost wanted to walk straight out of the office, but she knew Catherine would tell Amelia and then it would be a whole different problem.

“Sit down.” Catherine said as she walked over to her chair, “I’m sure you have some thoughts about what you’re seeing.”

“You’re damn right I do.” Emily muttered as she went over and sat down.

If Catherine had laid out the toys purely to distract her from what happened back at home, then she’d done a good job. Emily had become very sensitive to how people treated her. With everything going on in her life she hated when someone said or implied she was somehow not an adult. That’s what these toys felt like.

“Well, this is a place where you can be completely honest about your emotions.” Catherine said, “What are you thinking?”

“I’m wondering why the hell you’ve laid out some damn toys.” Emily said. She had her legs crossed and her arms folded in front of her, “Is this about… the other day?”

“The other day?” Catherine repeated.

“Don’t pretend to be stupid to get me to talk.” Emily huffed, “You know exactly what I mean.”

“You mean what I saw in your nursery?” Catherine asked. Her face and voice remained neutral which only made Emily feel angrier.

“My bedroom.” Emily corrected the therapist.

“I will admit that I was… surprised.” Catherine conceded, “But Amelia explained everything that was happening to me. It made sense.”

“It did?” Emily asked doubtfully.

“It did.” Catherine replied.

“Is… Is that what you were doing in Amelia’s bedroom?” Emily asked slowly, “Talking? About me?”

Emily noticed that Catherine didn’t answer her. Instead, Catherine looked through some paper that she had in a folder and pulled out a sheet. She leaned forwards and handed it to Emily. She looked at the paper and sighed, it was yet another questionnaire though thankfully not one as extensive as what she had filled in during the last session.

“Do I have to do this?” Emily asked as she put the paper on the couch. There was little she hated more in these therapy sessions than paperwork.

“You could play.” Catherine suggested.

“Very funny.” Emily was not amused.

“I’m serious.” Catherine replied, “One of the possible reasons you might be having… problems is that you’re wound up too tightly. I’m wondering if letting go of your anxieties and worries may help you.”

“So, you want me to play?” Emily asked.

“Play is very important.” Catherine said, “There’s whole books, philosophies, and theories about playing. Play as existed as long as humans have, probably longer. It helps build social bonds, it releases positive hormones and chemicals and, most importantly in this case, it distracts from problems and allows the brain to rest. I think…”

“Alright, I get it.” Emily sighed deeply, “Do I really have to?”

“No.” Catherine answered, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want too in here.”

“Good.” Emily felt relieved.

“We could talk about your sex life instead…” Catherine suggested.

“What!?” Emily shook her head quickly, “W-Why would you suggest something like that!?”

“I noticed in your nursery…” Catherine started.

“Bedroom.” Emily quick corrected.

“That you had a chastity cage on.” Catherine talked about it as if it was the most normal thing in the world. As if what she had seen that day hadn’t shocked her to the very core.

“That’s… I mean… Amelia wanted… I…” Emily stuttered as the heat rose in her face.

At the best of times Emily didn’t want to talk about sex stuff. Amelia had called her a prude in the past, Emily thought that was unfair, she just didn’t think it was something that should be talked about much. She certainly wasn’t going to talk about it with Catherine. This was all weird enough as it was, there was no way she was going to start making it even stranger.

“Fine, I’ll play.” Emily finally said as she felt her face reddening, “But I want it known that I’m not happy about it.”

“I’ll put it in the notes.” Catherine said with a smile.

“So… What do I do?” Emily asked as she looked at the toys.

“Well, first things first, I think we need to continue to normalise the diapers.” Catherine suggested.

Emily tossed her head back. It was nothing Catherine hadn’t seen, in fact she had seen much more, but having her diaper exposed at home felt very different to when she did it somewhere else. Regardless, she stood up and slipped off the bottom half of his clothes. It was only as the diaper became visible that she remembered she wasn’t dry. She looked up at Catherine, but her expression hadn’t changed. Did she have a great poker face, or did she expect nothing else from her?

“And now you play.” Catherine said simply, “Just forget I’m here and enjoy yourself.”

“What are you going to be doing?” Emily asked suspiciously, “Do I get in trouble if I do it wrong?”

“You can’t “play” wrong.” Catherine smiled, “Just have fun.”

Emily looked at the toys and felt very silly. Nevertheless, if it stopped more questions she would play along. She lowered herself and sat down on the floor in front of the couch. The sound of Catherine’s pen scratching on paper was distracting, Emily wondered exactly what the therapist was writing about her. Was this whole thing a test? Was she failing it just by agreeing to play?

Pushing away the paranoid thoughts, Emily pulled the colouring book towards her. If she was going to play then it might as well be the book, it seemed like the least childish option, though that was a low bar to clear.

The pictures inside the colouring book were all very simple. Mostly smiling animals have a good time with friends of basic depictions of houses, trees and the like. Emily sighed and opened the packet of crayons to start filling in the blank space. The whole time she was doing it she kept glancing up at Catherine as if needing confirmation that she was doing it right. It was strange to be in her office and not having her try to pry information out.

Emily was working on a picture of an elephant standing on a ball with two clowns, one either side. Everyone looked happy as Emily sat cross-legged and scribbled away. She kept thinking there was a catch, that somehow these pictures were supposed to reveal some deep psychological facts about her. Maybe the picture she chose to colour was supposed to reveal some childhood trauma, or maybe the crayons she chose would reveal her personality flaws.

“How are you feeling?” Catherine asked gently roughly ten minutes later.

“Stupid.” Emily replied. She didn’t want to admit that she had been enjoying the distraction a little bit.

“And why’s that?” Catherine continued.

“Because I’m an adult.” Emily answered, “Adults aren’t supposed to do stuff like this. Any of this.”

“And what are adults supposed to do?” Catherine asked.

“They’re not supposed to need diapers.” Emily muttered, “Or a changing table, or breast feed. They aren’t supposed to colour or play games all day… Damn it!”

As Emily was complaining she let her hand slip and managed to go over the lines. She was annoyed at herself and then even more annoyed that she cared at all. She took a breath and then continued to draw finding herself relaxing into the activity. She even shifted position, so she was lying on the floor on her front. She carried whilst the scratch of Catherine’s pen told her that more notes were being taken. After a solid minute of writing Emily finally looked up.

“What are you writing?” Emily asked with an accusatory tone.

“Just some notes.” Catherine replied.

“What exactly?” Emily continued.

“I’m just noting that you seem to be relaxing whilst doing that.” Catherine said, “Do you feel more relaxed?”

“No.” Emily replied. It was half-true.

“Do you want to stop and continue the session?” Catherine asked.

Emily remained silent. She remembered what Catherine had wanted to talk about before she had started playing. She didn’t want to talk about her sex life or face up to her embarrassing reality. If she could avoid talking about anything to do with her home life she was going to do it. Especially when she wasn’t sure how Catherine fit into everything. Instead of answering Catherine she just continued to play.

Thankfully there were no more questions. Emily’s scribbling in the colouring book seemed to be enough for Catherine who stayed quiet. After a little while Emily found herself getting lost in what she was doing. She was able to turn her brain off a little bit, her attention focused on the book in front of her and she actually found herself enjoying the activity, even if just a little bit. In fact, she must’ve blocked out a lot of outside stimuli because the next thing she knew she felt a hand on her shoulder that made her jump. She looked up to see Catherine smiling down at her.

“Our time is up.” Catherine said softly.

“Already?” Emily frowned. It felt like she’d not been colouring for long.

“That’s a very pretty picture.” Catherine leaned down to pick up the book. Emily watched as the therapist carefully tore the page she had been working on out, “You should take it home and show Amelia.”

Emily blushed hard. She took the page of colouring though she had no intention of showing anyone what embarrassing activities she had got up to. In fact, now that she had become aware of what she had been doing she was keen to get out of the therapist’s room as soon as possible. She quickly grabbed her bag and made her way to the door.

“Emily?” Catherine’s voice stopped Emily just as her fingers wrapped around the door handle, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Emily looked back around and saw Catherine holding up her pants. Emily blushed even harder as she rushed back into the room. She had been so distracted and ready to leave she’d nearly forgotten to get dressed again. It seemed the diaper normalisation was perhaps working a little too well. Emily quickly started pulling her pants up.

“Are you sure you don’t need a change before you go?” Catherine asked as Emily bent over to put her feet in the holes.

“I’m sure.” Emily mumbled.

As soon as Emily was dressed, she hurried out the door and into the lobby. She’d had therapy sessions that had been more emotionally taxing or that had made her feel worse when she left but she had never had a session that was just so… embarrassing. She couldn’t believe she had allowed Catherine to talk her into what she had done as if it was normal, no other patient would be asked to do such weird stuff, she was sure of that.

Before leaving the building Emily scrunched up the paper that had her colouring on it. There was no way she was taking it home to show Amelia like a proud little kid. She dropped it in a trash can on the way out of the lobby as she waddled back to the bus stop to go home.

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Emily is home from therapy and Amelia has a few surprises for her.

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“Do we have to do this?” Emily asked with annoyance, “You could just ask me!”

“I like to make sure.” Amelia replied.

Emily had barely got through the front door when her wife had marched up to her. Instead of the welcome home hug that she expected, Amelia had immediately stuck her hand down Emily’s pants to check her diaper. She was soaked, which shouldn’t have been a surprise to anyone since it had been quite a while since her last change. Emily had been drinking plenty of her wife’s milk, both bottled and from the source, which left her very hydrated. Whilst is was still humiliating beyond belief and extremely weird, Emily just couldn’t turn down the sweet milk that she had grown to crave. It had now replaced most of her other drinks. At least it was probably healthier than the fizzy sodas she usually drank.

“You’re soaked.” Amelia said, “Didn’t you ask Catherine to change you?”

“Of course I didn’t!” Emily exclaimed.

Amelia rolled her eyes as if Emily was being unreasonable. Emily wondered if her wife really realised what she was suggesting. It felt like Amelia had lost all sense of perspective on what was considered “normal” behaviour. Emily was sure there were very, very few other spouses that would make such a suggestion under any circumstances.

“Well, let’s go get you changed then.” Amelia said as she gestured to the stairs.

Emily walked up to the landing with Amelia right behind her. As she turned towards her bedroom, she saw there was a large stack of cardboard boxes that had been flattened down and were leaning against the banister.

“What are these?” Emily asked.

“I told you I was expecting a couple of deliveries.” Amelia replied, “I’ve been hard at work whilst you were out.”

“What do you mean?” Emily was starting to get a bad feeling about things.

“Well, go in and look.” Amelia said as she gestured to the door.

Emily wasn’t sure she wanted to see what her wife had in store for her. She couldn’t imagine any surprise would be a good one. She pushed the door open slowly and winced as if something was likely to jump out at her. With a last look at Amelia, she slowly stepped forwards and immediately saw what had changed. She felt her knees weaken and she slumped sideways only staying upright thanks to the changing table.

“A… A…” Emily was a whirlwind of emotions.

Emily couldn’t even bring herself to say the name of what she saw. Her bed was still there but it was now surrounded on all sides by tall vertical bars. Her mouth was hanging open as her brain decided what her dominant feeling was: anger, shock, depression, or disbelief. All of them were melding together in a ball that was threatening to explode out of her.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” Amelia said casually as if describing something normal like a new computer, “I couldn’t believe it when I saw online that they were selling these things.”

Emily was still struggling to form a reaction. It must’ve been some sort of horrible joke from Amelia, there was no way she had really turned her bed into a crib. Not even after everything had happened would her wife do that to her. But she couldn’t argue that she was looking at it. It had clearly been bought at some expense and must’ve been a nightmare to set up as one person. When Emily looked at her wife, she saw the smile of someone unveiling a wonderful gift rather than someone pulling a prank.

“W-Why!?” Emily gasped.

“Remember when Catherine was here?” Amelia asked, “I told you to stay put and you were unable to do it. I’ve bought something to help you be good.”

Emily’s brain had settled on a deep-seated humiliation as its dominant emotion. She was painfully reminded of the cage around her genitals that had seemingly been put there for the same reason as the new bed bars. Amelia had to understand how unfair all of this was.

“I… I can’t sleep in there…” Emily muttered as she shook her head.

“Of course you can.” Amelia replied, “It’s still the same sized bed.”

“No, I mean…” Emily couldn’t believe she was going to have to explain to her wife why she shouldn’t sleep in a crib.

“It’s not a big deal, baby.” Amelia said as she walked forwards and put her hands on Emily’s upper arms. Emily immediately pulled back.

“Stop saying that!” Emily shouted, “It IS a big deal! Why are you treating me like some stupid baby!?”

“Come on… You know I don’t think you’re stupid.” Amelia said sympathetically, “I’m doing this to help you be good. Now let’s get your diaper changed, eh?”

“No!” Emily said loudly and firmly, “I don’t want you to!”

“You can’t stay in a wet diaper.” Amelia shook her head, “You’ll get a rash.”

Emily’s emotions were threatening to boil over. She was so frustrated and embarrassed. Before she knew what she was doing she was lashing out at the shelves beneath the changing table. With a roar of rage she swept the diapers off one of the shelves leaving them to tumble all over the floor. She aimed a kick at the next shelf down and found it easily came away from the rest of the structure. The baby powder fell to the carpet where the top opened and spilled its contents everywhere. Even as Emily was doing her destructive actions she felt regret, not just for the mess she was making but because it was getting her nowhere. Her response to this embarrassment, she realised, was to have a massive tantrum.

“Emily!” Amelia shouted, “Stop that right now!”

It was too late to stop. Emily knew punishment was going to come, all she could do was make sure her point was made. She wasn’t some useless child!

Emily reached over to the far edge of the changing table which had a small gap to the wall. She dug fingers in and then pulled hard. The structure was heavier than she imagined but she let out a grunt as it fell over with a loud crash. The contents of the table spilled everywhere and in some places the wood had splintered a little. Emily was breathing hard as she stepped back and looked at the destruction she had wrought. She didn’t get a chance to gloat over her victory to Amelia though. The taller woman was already reaching out for her.

“Bad girl!” Amelia exclaimed with anger.

Emily felt a pain in her ear as Amelia pinched it between two of her fingers. She squealed as she was pulled across the empty floor of the room and over to the crib. She begged to be released but Amelia wasn’t listening. A lever on the floor of the crib was stepped on by Amelia and the side facing the room dropped down. Realising what was about to happen Emily tried to pull away but the pinching on her ear only became stronger, holding her in place.

“Very bad girl!” Amelia said as she pulled Emily forwards.

The pain in Emily’s ear was getting too much for her as tear filled her eyes. She followed the hand that was pulling her until she had climbed on to her mattress. She was repeatedly telling Amelia to let go but when her ear was released, she wasn’t ready. As the blood rushed back in, she put both her hands up to the painful appendage. There was a rattling noise as the side of the crib was lifted up and locked back into place.

“Let me out!” Emily demanded, “You can’t lock me in this stupid thing! That’s… That’s false imprisonment!”

“It’s discipline.” Amelia replied darkly, “You can stay in there and think about what you’ve done.”

“W-Wait!” Emily reached through the bars as Amelia walked over to where some of the diaper on the floor had piled up. She picked up two and slid them through the tall bars of the crib.

“Here.” Amelia said, “You aren’t allowed to change your own diaper. That rule still applies but I will let you add layers. I wouldn’t break any more rules if I were you. You’re in big enough trouble as it is.”

“We can talk about this!” Emily said as she clutched the bars of her cell.

“Maybe we could’ve.” Amelia nodded her head, “But your little tantrum showed me you aren’t ready for that.”

Emily continued pleading to be let out until Amelia left the room and closed the door behind her. For several minutes afterwards Emily continued shouting and banging but it got her nowhere. Eventually she slumped back, she couldn’t believe she had been left in a crib like that. She brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them. Things felt so utterly out of control.

The room was in a mess after Emily’s outburst and all she could do whilst on her bed was look out and regret it. She didn’t think she’d been unreasonable, considering the circumstances, but she certainly didn’t like the result. She kicked out at the bars petulantly but only served to hurt her foot.

Fresh warmth streamed into Emily’s diaper. She’d hardly had even an inkling that she needed to go beforehand. It reminded her how wet she was. With no idea how long she would be stuck in the crib she really wasn’t keen on leaking, and she already knew she couldn’t trust herself not to soak her pants even more.

Emily stripped off her clothes until she was down to her bra and diaper. She took one of the new diapers and unfolded it, putting another layer of padding on herself wasn’t something she wanted to do but her choices would be to either do that or sit in a puddle of her own urine before long.

Sitting on the diaper, Emily pulled it up and over the one she was already wearing. With such a thick diaper already on, swollen from all her peeing, it was a bit of a stretch for the new disposable. The tapes were struggling to hold on a bit, but it seemed secure enough. The downside was that the pillow of padding between her legs was now even thicker, she couldn’t walk anywhere but she could already imagine how much she would need to waddle. Not to mention, just sitting down she could feel the way her butt was lifted off the mattress by the layers beneath her.

With nothing else to do Emily eventually laid down. If she was going to be left there for an indeterminate amount of time she might as well get some rest. Emily closed her eyes but found sleep hard to come by. It was very bright in the room and she was tossing and turning in her double-layered diaper.

Eventually she must’ve drifted off into an uneasy sleep because the next thing she was aware of was a horrible feeling in her gut. She kept her eyes closed as she rolled on to her side and curled up a little. She was still only half-awake as she pushed down with her tummy muscles in an almost automatic reaction to the discomfort.

The pressure quickly built as Emily’s sphincter relaxed and opened. The sticky mush in her bowels was pushed into the waiting diaper and she barely moved an inch. She let out small grunts as her eyes fluttered closed, making sure to empty herself completely into her underwear so she wouldn’t soil her next diaper. As she pushed out the final small poop her bladder gave way and poured into the diaper as well. As it was already soaked some of the liquid started making its way down to the second layer causing it to swell up. Emily’s eyes opened suddenly.

“Oh god…” Emily moaned.

Emily couldn’t believe what she had done. She could blame it on being half-asleep but she hadn’t even tried to prevent her stinky accident. Her face flushed red as she moved a hand back to try and feel the damage. With the two layers of diapers, it was hard to feel anything but the stickiness against her butt let her know this wasn’t a small messing.

Emily gingerly sat up. The poopy diaper was pressed against her skin and the mush inside was spread all over causing the young woman to shiver. She looked around. Still in her crib, and it was deeply shameful to admit that was where she was, her options were limited to one. Until Amelia came to get her out, she was completely trapped. The smell was already starting to leak out and she was stuck. Emily considered calling for her wife but that somehow seemed even worse. She was angry at Amelia and the last thing she wanted to do was show that she needed her.

There was no way for Emily to tell how much time had passed. She had been asleep but whether it had been for a few minutes or hours it was impossible to say. The room appeared a little darker than it had been earlier but that could’ve just been clouds covering the sun. What she did know for sure was that she was bored out of her mind.

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[Elfy]

With Emily struggling to come to grips with the situation Amelia, unknowingly, hits quite the nerve.

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Aside from Emily, the crib was empty of anything other than a pillow and a blanket. There was nothing to distract her and she had always been a person who was quick to grow restless. The mushy underwear was not helping her sit still either. She started second-guessing herself. Maybe Amelia wasn’t going to come unless she was called, maybe that’s what her wife was waiting for. Emily bit her lip as she kneeled and leant against the bars.

“Amelia?” Emily called out.

There was no answer. The bedroom door was closed so it was unlikely her voice was carrying very far. This felt worse than being in prison, at least there she would have someone to talk to or distractions to take her mind off her confinement. She’d like to think she wouldn’t be in a messy diaper as well but judging from her control that many well have happened anyway.

“Amelia!” Emily shouted a little louder.

Still nothing. Emily grumbled in frustration. She hated that this “time out” was giving her lots of time to think. It had only been a few short weeks since everything had been perfect. Emily had been able to relax on the couch all day watching TV and playing games, she’d had Amelia wrapped around her little finger, and life was perfect. How had it gone from that to kneeling in a very dirty diaper in a crib in such a short amount of time?

“AMELIA!” Emily screamed at the top of her lungs.

There was no way Emily couldn’t be heard now. She wouldn’t have been surprised if the neighbours could hear her. She watched the door and waited. Still nothing. Emily started to wonder if Amelia was even home, it was possible she had gone out and left Emily trapped in place. Alternatives started going through Emily’s mind, she thought about trying to climb over the side of the railings and felt like she could probably manage it but if she was found out of her bed, she was wary of what Amelia would do. More than anything she wanted to change her diaper. Almost as if teasing her Amelia had left an extra spare disposable in the crib.

Emily eventually laid back down and stared up at the ceiling. Whether Amelia was home or not, all she could do was wait. And wait. And wait some more.

When the door finally did open it made Emily jump. She had been zoned out and lost in her own head when she was suddenly brought back to reality. She sat up and saw Amelia walking in, a rush of thankfulness flooded through her, she was more than ready for a change.

“Goodness me, it smells in here.” Amelia said as she waved her hand in front of her face, “Have you left a little present for me in your diaper?”

Emily balled up her fists. She was so embarrassed that she didn’t respond. After everything that had happened, she didn’t need her wife talking to her as if she was a useless baby as well. Granted she didn’t have much to counter the argument at that moment. She didn’t care right then, she just wanted to get her diaper changed.

“Are you ready to be a good girl?” Amelia asked.

“Yes.” Emily hissed through gritted teeth.

“Good.” Amelia smiled as she stepped on the release, “Then you can put the changing table back together and MAYBE I’ll change you.”

“Can’t you just change me first?” Emily whined, “This is really… uncomfortable.”

“Come on.” Amelia perched on the edge of the barred bed, “I’ll supervise to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.”

Emily let out a deep sigh but bit back the anger that was bubbling up inside her. The last thing she wanted was to go back in the bed so she turned to the changing table that she had tipped over earlier. It looked like a lot of work but if she wanted to get out of the stinky diaper, she would just have to get on with it.

Any hope Emily had of not making a complete mess of her diaper area was ruined by the hard work she now had to do. She lifted the changing table back up and then had to get on her hands and knees to collect all the things that had fallen off the shelves. By the time she was done she was sweating slightly, she wasn’t used to any kind of work. As soon as she was done, she turned to Amelia hopefully.

“And what have you learnt?” Amelia asked as she stood up.

“Come on…” Emily tossed her head back, “You know I’m sorry, just change me!”

“Not until I know you’ve learnt your lesson.” Amelia stated as she folded her arms across her chest.

“I’m not a little baby that you need to discipline like this!” Emily complained.

“Alright, you had your chance.” Amelia shook her head.

“W-Wait!” Emily suddenly regretted not just showing the contrition her wife demanded.

Amelia walked over and took Emily’s hand to lead her from the bedroom. Emily kept apologising for everything she could think of but Amelia didn’t stop, she practically dragged Emily downstairs and into the living room where there was another revelation waiting for her.

“Oh no…” Emily hid her face in her hands, “No, no, no…”

The couch that Emily so loved to laze on had been moved all the way to the back of the room leaving a big empty space in the middle. That space had been filled by a large playpen. A black metal frame that had black felt running all around it. Inside there was a pillow, blankets, and some toys as well as a pink tablet.

“Now I can always make sure you stay where you’re supposed to be.” Amelia said, “Now, I know what you’re thinking. The sides of this pen aren’t very tall and you could step right over them, right?”

It was true. Emily had spotted that weakness right away. All she’d have to do was lift her leg a little higher than usual and she would be able to get right over the side.

“Well, whilst you COULD do that, I don’t think you will.” Amelia continued, “Because good girls do as they’re told and get rewards whilst bad girls break the rules and get punished. You’ll stay in your playpen until I tell you otherwise.”

“Amelia, this is too much…” Emily felt like she might burst into tears, “Y-You can’t do all this. I’m an adult!”

“Aw, it’s OK, baby.” Amelia leaned forwards and hugged Emily. One of her hands went down and squeezed the bulge in the back of her diaper, “This is all for the best.”

“How?” Emily sniffed as a tear ran down her cheek.

“Get in the playpen and I’ll tell you.” Amelia suggested.

Emily didn’t want to. She didn’t want to exchange one cage upstairs for another one downstairs. She just wanted things to go back to normal. Was that so much to ask?

With a sniff Emily awkwardly clambered over the side of the playpen and then nearly fell to the canvas floor. It felt almost like being in an upside-down tent. Amelia was smiling again. Emily looked around sadly before waiting for Amelia to tell her why this was all happening.

“Sit down.” Amelia said.

Emily lowered herself and sat cross-legged on the floor. The mess in her diaper already felt like it had got everywhere so it seemed to make little difference to sit in it and spread it more. She looked up at her wife who was leaning on the edge of the pen and looking in. Emily felt like a small animal in a cage looking out at its owner.

“The truth is…” Amelia started and then hesitated, “You’ve been more of a burden than a wife for a long time.”

Emily froze. It was the word. The word she feared more than any other. The box in her brain that contained it started vibrating and then it burst open. Emily felt her brain empty of any other thought until all she could hear was “burden” bouncing around her mind, repeating infinitely until it became deafening. Her eyes filled with tears and she could feel herself trembling.

It felt like knives were stabbing into Emily’s heart. To hear such harsh words from her wife, the woman she still loved completely despite everything, hurt more than any physical pain. There was guilt as well, just a tiny amount of it but enough for Emily to recognise its presence. She had taken Amelia for granted, worse, she had basically acted as if Amelia was her servant who only existed to serve her needs. Emily had done that because she thought she’d been getting away with it, that Amelia was happy to go along as things were. She had completely ignored her wife’s feelings for her own selfish laziness.

“That isn’t to say I don’t love you.” Amelia continued, “I do. Just as much as the day we got married, in fact. That’s why I’m doing this. Everything I’ve done is because I care.”

“But I don’t want any of it!” Emily sobbed.

“I know.” Amelia smiled sympathetically and nodded her head, “But this is how it has to be.”

Amelia turned and started to walk away.

“Wait!” Emily scooted forwards on her knees until she was against the side of the playpen, “I need a change!”

Amelia carried on out of the room. It turned out she wasn’t gone for long though; she had soon returned with a couple of sippy cups filled with her breast milk. She didn’t stay to answer any questions though. Emily was getting very uncomfortable in her messy diaper and yet she still had no idea when a change was coming.

Alone in the living room Emily didn’t know what to do. She didn’t have access to the television or her video game console, which made her anxious, those two things were how she took up a majority of her time and now they were cut off from her. The only things she had access to were the items in the playpen, most of which were baby toys that held no interest for her. As Amelia walked past the doorway a little later Emily called out to her again.

Burden. Burden. Burden. Emily couldn’t stop hearing those words. She tried to block them out, to shove them back into the box from whence they had burst out but it was too late. The word was free and it wasn’t going to be locked up. She’d heard that word once before, in her childhood, and it had felt like it had broken her. She shook her head, desperately trying to swallow back the sobs and not cry.

“Why did you get all these… toys?” Emily asked as she looked around.

“You spend so much time looking at screens I thought you should have something tactile.” Amelia replied as if it was a fairly normal thing, “And what with everything else going on, these toys seemed the most appropriate.”

“But…” Emily knew she was beaten before she said a word.

“Be a good girl and you’ll get a change soon, OK?” Amelia interrupted.

What could Emily say? If she kicked up a fuss she would end up in more trouble and maybe even another diaper over the two she was already wearing. She couldn’t risk more punishment. All Emily could do was accept the situation and hope a change wasn’t long in coming because she smelled awful and felt maddeningly uncomfortable.

Amelia left the room and Emily was alone again. She couldn’t help but notice how her wife’s vocabulary was changing. She was referring to Emily as a “good girl” or “bad girl” increasingly often. It seemed that the changes were gathering momentum, no matter what justifications were used it seemed like everything that happened was designed to make Emily feel less like an adult. The alterations to her daily life had been slow enough to not really pay too much attention to but when she stepped back and thought about everything, she could see just how bad things had got. What was most notable to her was how impossible it felt to reverse things. Originally, the diapers had been a reaction to her having accidents and it felt like if she could just stop the accidents everything would go back to normal. The diapers were only a part of a much larger issue now.

Burden. Burden. Burden. Emily needed to distract herself before she lost her mind completely.

Not wanting to think about her situation too deeply, Emily looked around for something to occupy her attention. She settled on the tablet which, without access to her video games or the television, was by far the most attractive option. She turned it on and went straight to the internet. Once it loaded up, she tried to visit a social media website only to be stopped by a big red exclamation mark.

“Blocked?” Emily frowned.

Emily went to the search bar at the top and tried something else only to find that was blocked as well. She was just about to call for Amelia to help her when she looked at the small print at the bottom of the page.

“Denied access.” Emily read aloud, “Reason: Parental Controls set to “Strict.””

Emily couldn’t believe it. Amelia had given her one electronic device and then stopped her doing anything she wanted to do on it. Emily frantically tried to search other websites she liked but found most of them were inaccessible. Even when she went to her favourite sites to watch videos, she found herself limited to just the children’s sections.

Burden. Burden. Burden.

Emily dropped the tablet and put her head in her hands. She really wasn’t going to be allowed to forget where she was and what her situation had become. After looking around at the other toys, some of which were similar to what she had seen in Catherine’s office, Emily went back to the tablet. Her options may have been severely limited but at least she might be able to find something vaguely worth looking at on the electronic device.

It was a frustrating search to find videos that weren’t mind-numbingly dull. Eventually Emily stumbled on to a few episodes of a children’s show that she had seen some adults liking. It was something to do with a family of cartoon dogs going about their everyday lives. Not knowing what else to do Emily decided to watch some episodes and see what it was all about.

An hour later, Emily was surprised that the show she had been watching hadn’t been totally awful. Sure, it was basic and meant for a young audience but there had been a couple of moments and jokes that she had found genuinely funny. Most of all though, she was just glad that it could distract her, even just a little bit, from the state of her diaper. However, when each episode ended Emily was left with one thing to think about.

The word “burden” kept running through her mind. She hated that Amelia had said that. She didn’t want to be a burden on her. Just thinking about how that was what Amelia thought of her made her want to cry. She quickly tapped on the screen to start a new episode of the cartoon before she burst into tears.

At some point Emily shifted position to lay on her front. The heavy rear of her diaper pressed against her butt, she barely even noticed anymore. She continued forcing herself to be distracted by the cartoon until she felt a hand pressing on her mushy rear.

“I think it’s time we changed this.” Amelia said, “Before the neighbours complain about the smell.”

Emily didn’t need to be told twice. She paused her video and quickly climbed to her feet. She practically ran upstairs with Amelia following her and was on the changing table before Amelia was even in the nursery.

“What’s the matter?” Amelia asked as she untaped the diaper.

“Nothing.” Emily replied. That was a lie. She was feeling deeply upset from the “burden” comment still.

“Well, I’m sure a fresh diaper will help you feel better.” Amelia said brightly, “Then you can go to bed all nice and clean.”

As predicted, the diaper was a disaster. Emily didn’t want to look down but she saw as the messy diaper was taken away that her poop had ended up everywhere. She would’ve cared more if the feeling of clean skin didn’t feel so good after the hours of dirtiness.

“I better put some cream on you.” Amelia said, “We don’t want you getting a rash and this skin looks pretty angry.”

Emily bit back on the comment “whose fault is that?” since she didn’t need to give Amelia another reason to punish her. Once she was freshly padded, she slipped off the table. It was a warm night so no pyjamas were necessary. Emily climbed into the crib and heard the bars get raised behind her.

“Do you have to put those up?” Emily asked, “I’m not going anywhere.”

“It’s best you get used to them.” Amelia smiled. She reached through the bars and cupped the side of Emily’s face.

Emily knew there was no reason and just turned away to face the wall before lying down. She heard Amelia linger for a few more seconds before she turned and left the room turning the light off on the way. Emily sighed and pulled her blanket against herself to hug. As she closed her eyes and let sleep take her, she felt a single tear roll down her face.

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[CDfm]

Maybe that one word, burden will be enough to cause some change in Emily. Of course now she’s not in any position to show she has changed.  Guess she is going to need to get used to a life as a baby.  
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[Elfy]

The popular saying is "sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me."

Bullshit.

I prefer the line from the BMTH song "Ludens": 
 

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"Sticks and stones may break my bones but soon the sting will pass

But names can dig so many graves you won't know where to stand."

 

Verbal bullying and abuse can be devastating to a person and it isn't a case of just letting them bounce off you, they get absorbed. A word used by a parent or friend can get into your head and bury itself there for years. An insult that strikes a nerve can cause as much anguish as a punch.

Poor Emily has a history with the word "burden" and Amelia doesn't realise that using it is like opening up an old scar. A scar Emily has probably tried to keep closed for a long time.

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[CDfm]

On 5/7/2025 at 6:11 PM, Elfy said:

The popular saying is "sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me."

Bullshit.

I prefer the line from the BMTH song "Ludens": 
 

Verbal bullying and abuse can be devastating to a person and it isn't a case of just letting them bounce off you, they get absorbed. A word used by a parent or friend can get into your head and bury itself there for years. An insult that strikes a nerve can cause as much anguish as a punch.

Poor Emily has a history with the word "burden" and Amelia doesn't realise that using it is like opening up an old scar. A scar Emily has probably tried to keep closed for a long time.

I fully understand how devastating words can be.  However, at the same time they can also be helpful.  In the Marine Corps one of the hardest things we had to do as a leader was a self assessment where you honestly evaluated yourself and your peers. While your peers were tasked with the same evaluations.  There were times when you heard things that were not always the most pleasant.  Taking a closer look and during the self evaluation you could grow and become a stronger leader. 
It’s my hope that here Emily can do some soul searching and grow from that harmful word. 

[Elfy]

Emily is having a difficult time, not made easier by another Catherine visit. When she sneaks upstairs she has her suspicions confirmed before confronting Amelia about them.

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Burden. Burden. Burden.

The word had been echoing around Emily’s head for days. It felt strange that with everything that had happened it was that word that had affected her most. Perhaps it was strange that Emily hadn’t seen herself as a burden when all she did was laze around at home making Amelia do the work but she’d always tried to justify it to herself. She would say she had worked hard earlier in the life so deserved time to relax, she would say she didn’t want to go out in public much, she had come up with plenty of excuses to act as she had. Somehow, she had convinced herself that Amelia didn’t mind how things were.

There was another reason that word affected Emily so much. It was one she hadn’t disclosed to anyone, one she didn’t want to EVER talk about, not even to Catherine. When she had been a child her father had walked out on the family. It had been very sudden but he had left a note. Emily, coming home from school one day, had been the one to find it. It listed all sorts of excuses for abandoning his family, all of them more or less bullshit, but one of them stuck in Emily’s head.

“The kids are a burden holding me back.” Emily’s father had written in a note clearly meant to be read by his wife and not one of his kids, “Between Alex’s troubles and Emily’s mental problems I have no time for me. I’ll send some money but I’m not coming home. Don’t try to contact me.”

That had only been a small part of the note but Emily remembered it word-for-word all those years later. Alex, Emily’s brother, had been a troubled child and had been brought home by the police several times despite only being a couple of years older than Emily. Emily’s father had used her dead name, of course, and the mental health struggles he was referring to had been her questioning her gender. In fact, it was that letter that had made her push those feelings away which had resulted in worse depression and anxiety. It had taken a long time for Emily to let those feelings back out again.

Sitting in the playpen Emily was struggling to forget both the letter she had read and Amelia’s choice of words. There was no way she could’ve known but it didn’t stop Emily from having complicated feelings about it.

The doorbell rang and Emily was brought out of her thoughts. She looked up from the tablet which she had been watching more cartoons on and looked towards the door to the hallway. Amelia was hurrying down the stairs whilst Emily just hoped whoever was visiting wouldn’t come inside. She couldn’t bear to be seen like this.

“Catherine, come in!” Amelia said happily.

Emily relaxed a bit. Whilst still embarrassing, at least Catherine knew most of the sordid secrets Emily was hiding from the rest of the world. Her thoughts quickly switched from relief to suspicion. Why was Catherine visiting again?

After the initial welcome Emily didn’t hear anything for a minute. As far as she could tell the front door hadn’t even been closed. She leaned to the side to try and see what was going on but the angles didn’t work. She sat back on the wet padding underneath her and frowned.

“Come on up.” Amelia’s voice eventually said.

Emily was looking through the bars as Amelia headed back up the stairs. She was followed by Catherine who was looking flushed in the face, she briefly stopped by the living room door as she saw Emily staring out at her. The therapist raised a hand and gave Emily a small wave before hurrying to follow Amelia.

Emily frowned. She obviously had her suspicions about what was going on but she wasn’t sure it was something she wanted to confront. She went back to the tablet. Whatever was happening she wasn’t going to confront anyone over it. She didn’t want to be a “burden.”

After a few minutes of silence from the rest of the house Emily heard rhythmic banging. A soft thumping that happened repeatedly for a little while. Emily looked up at the ceiling. Whether her assumptions about what was happening were correct or not she felt her body’s reaction to it nonetheless.

“Ouch!” Emily winced and her hands went down to the front of her diaper.

Why Emily’s suspicions that her wife and therapist were having sex was turning her on she couldn’t say. It had been a long time since she’d last been able to experience sexual pleasure thanks to the chastity cage. The only time it had been removed was a couple of days ago when Amelia had washed her private parts during a diaper change.

The noises from upstairs continued for quite a while. Emily could do nothing but try to tune it out. She watched the cartoons and lost herself in the world of the cartoon dogs that she had grown to like more and more. She could really appreciate the care that had gone into every aspect of the show. With most other television cut off from her now she could say the cartoon was probably her favourite thing to watch.

It was only when she heard giggling and footsteps coming down the stairs that Emily looked away from the screen. Amelia and Catherine were talking as they walked past the doorway and headed out to the kitchen. Emily waited a second and then stood up. If she wanted to find out what was happening there was no better time than right then.

Emily didn’t hesitate to go against Amelia’s wishes. She stepped over the side of the playpen and tip-toed over to the doorway. Her diaper was hanging slightly from its wetness and was only covered by the skirtall she was wearing over the top. She had straps going up and over her shoulders, one was slipping down slightly and she hooked it back up as she carefully leaned around the doorway.

The sound of conversation was coming from the kitchen. Emily heard the coffee machine turn on and scampered across to the staircase. She stopped for a second to make sure no one saw or heard her. When she was sure the coast was still clear she climbed up the stairs taking care to avoid the one she knew was squeaky. It was strange, this was her house and yet she felt like she was trespassing. It was because she had been told to stay in her pen, she wasn’t following the rules and felt naughty for it. She actually felt a little thrill at being disobedient.

Downstairs, chairs scraped on the floor and Emily quickly climbed up to the landing. She didn’t know where Catherine and Amelia were going but she wanted to get what she was there for done and then get back to the playpen before anyone noticed she was missing.

Emily walked down the landing to the master bedroom. It had been a while since she had been in there, it didn’t even feel like it was partly her room anymore. She pushed the door open and almost immediately felt like her suspicions had been confirmed. She could smell sex in the air, a clammy, musky smell that was instantly recognisable. The bed was a mess, pillows were lying everywhere and the sheets were askew. Emily heard the front door open and then close a couple of seconds later, then footsteps on the stairs.

Emily closed the bedroom door but was trapped inside. She backed further into the bedroom and saw a discarded pair of panties on the floor. They weren’t Amelia’s. She felt a flood of conflicting emotions. She was angry, hurt, confused, jealous, disappointed she hadn’t been there… and inside her diaper her penis throbbed painfully against the cage again.

Emily stayed in the musky room as the footsteps rounded the top of the stairs and came towards the door. She turned to face the door completely unsure of what she was going to say or do when it inevitably opened.

“I thought I’d find you in here.” Amelia pushed the door open to see Emily.

“You…” Emily mumbled.

“Had sex with Catherine?” Amelia finished the sentence for her wife, “Yes, I did. I kind of assumed you already knew.”

“I… had suspicions.” Emily muttered. She sat down on the edge of the bed and looked down at the floor.

“What are you thinking?” Amelia asked as she walked over and sat down next to Emily.

“Why?” Emily asked simply, “Am… Am I not good enough?”

“Firstly, Emily, I love you.” Amelia said as she placed her hand on Emily’s leg, “I always have and I always will. But there are certain things you just can’t give me.”

“Y-You mean… because I’m trans?” Emily asked.

“No, no, no! Absolutely not.” Amelia said quickly, “That has nothing to do with it. What I mean is, I need a grown-up woman in my life. I love you, but you’re just a little girl.”

Emily felt humiliation washing over her. She had always felt she was fine at sex. Sure, she was no super romantic and sex was mainly about just getting off and then going to sleep but was she really that bad? Apparently so.

Emily knew that for most people this revelation could dissolve a marriage. Most people wouldn’t accept any reasoning, and yet, as she sat on the edge of the bed in a soggy diaper and chastity cage, she understood Amelia’s reasoning. She didn’t want to end the relationship; she was just pouting that she was being left out.

“You want me to be happy, don’t you?” Amelia asked. When Emily nodded her head she continued, “Good, I think it’s best for all of us. However, I think there is something we need to do.”

“Huh?” Emily grunted. For a second, she allowed herself to get her hopes up that her much neglected princess parts were going to get some attention. It had been so long and the only time she had orgasmed since the cage went on was the embarrassing day on the bus.

“Bend over the bed.” Amelia said sternly as she stood up, “I told you to stay in your playpen and you didn’t. You’ve been a bad girl and need to be punished.”

That seemed exceedingly unfair to Emily. After the major revelations she thought she might get away with the rule breaking but Amelia hadn’t been distracted. She looked up at her wife hoping for mercy but saw none in Amelia’s eyes. She sighed and did as she was told. Very quickly the bottom of her skirtall was lifted up and Amelia’s hands tugged down her diaper exposing her butt.

“I love you.” Amelia said, “I wish you would be a good girl.”

Rather than a “burden”, Emily thought to herself as she waited for the first blow to land. Emily whimpered. Her head was turned to the side and she was tensed up as she waited for the first spank. Her eyes were tightly closed as she felt her wife rubbing the skin of her butt. The hand drew back and Emily balled her hands into fists.

The first blow landed and no matter how ready Emily felt like she was it still stung and still made her yelp. The pain radiated out quickly but before she had a chance to ready herself a second smack landed on to her other cheek. Tears welled up in Emily’s eyes. Her face was pressed into the very mattress where Amelia had just been having sex with another woman and now she was very literally having her nose rubbed in it.

The spanking continued. Emily counted ten spanks to each cheek before Amelia finally stopped. Her butt stung terribly as the wet diaper was pulled up and over it, it had cooled a lot since being exposed to the air. Emily was helped up and turned around but before she could say or do anything her wife pulled her into a tight hug. Her head was pressed between her wife breasts and her mouth watered in an almost Pavlovian response.

“Let’s get that diaper changed.” Amelia said softly as she stroked Emily’s hair, “And then you can have a little drink.”

That seemed to be what intimacy was for Emily now. Sex was off the table, with her parts locked up she couldn’t do anything even if she wanted to, it seemed that her version of getting close physically and emotionally with her wife was now relegated to diaper changes and breast feedings…

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[CDfm]

I know that Emily feels that she has little choice in where she can go. but honestly finding out that my spouse was openly having an affair. I think I would have to make some other arrangements. 

[Dirty Boy]

I hope karma hits both Amelia and Catherine, horrible and psychopathic people

[Elfy]

Emily is in another therapy appointment. She in no mood to play along, however, and things quickly spiral out of control when a certain word is used. 

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“You’re fucking my wife.” Emily said bluntly as soon as she had sat down.

Catherine was taken aback. Amelia had sent her a text message to say that Emily knew what they were doing but that it had been smoothed over. However, as she looked across at her patient, she saw someone who didn’t seem entirely happy with the arrangement. Could Catherine blame her? Poor Emily had been locked up for weeks and had now found out her wife was sleeping with someone else. She had every reason to be upset.

This was something Catherine had known would happen sooner or later. She had let lust rule her and that had led to doing something very unethical and immoral. She had got far too involved. It was too late to pull back now though. She still believed in the regression therapy ultimately helping Emily even if the road to get there was rocky. She tried to compose a response as Emily stared at her.

“Amelia and I, we were lovers in college.” Catherine said in her soft disarming voice, “That flame was never totally extinguished.”

“It’s not good enough!” Emily pouted, “She’s MY wife.”

“I understand why you would be upset.” Catherine said.

“Oh? You do?” Emily snorted, “Well, that’s alright then!”

“Let me ask you a question.” Catherine said slowly, “Are you more upset that I’m having sex with your wife or that you AREN’T having sex with her?”

Catherine watched Emily open her mouth but then she closed it again without uttering a word. It was interesting, she would expect this to be an easy answer for nearly all of her patients. The betrayal of having a spouse cheat on you was crushing and yet Emily seemed unsure whether it was worse than her own lack of sex. Catherine wondered whether she should put this down to selfishness or not. After all, some people genuinely didn’t mind if their partners slept with other people, in fact, some relationships flourished like that. It was hard to know whether she was just justifying her own actions or not.

After Emily seemed to be torn in half by an internal battle she finally settled on sulking. Catherine saw her fold her arms in front of her chest as she sat back in the seat. Her face was red. The toys and everything had been laid out like the previous couple of appointments but unlike last time Emily hadn’t gone straight to them.

“It doesn’t matter.” Emily finally said as she looked away. Catherine wondered if she realised how much she was pouting.

“I think it does matter.” Catherine replied, “I know what I’ve seen here and at your house. The diapers, what you do in those diapers, the chastity… Amelia has needs that you aren’t able to fulfil. Let’s face it, with all the stuff she has to do to look after you… you can be a bit of a burden sometimes.”

Catherine wasn’t sure why what she said hit a nerve in Emily but she could see an instant change in her demeanour. Her patient’s face seemed to drain of colour and her chest started rising and falling quickly, it seemed like she was about to have a panic attack. Catherine saw Emily’s face contort through several emotions in seconds. At one point it looked like she was about to cry and in the next towering rage seemed to have overtaken her.

Emily stood up. Catherine could see that the diapered woman was shaking all over and unbelievably tense. She suddenly felt quite worried, she had seen Emily get animated before but this was something different, something altogether scarier. Emily kicked the toys in front of her hard and they went flying across the room. A teddy bear smashed into a shelf behind Catherine who heard several things getting knocked off it. A doll crashed into the wall and knocked off one of Catherine’s diplomas, the glass shattered as it hit the ground.

“Emily! Stop!” Catherine exclaimed. She contemplated the emergency button under her desk for if a patient got violent, it would send the security guard and anyone else available to help running in.

“I’m not…” Emily picked up a cushion from the couch. She was gripping it so hard Catherine thought it might tear in half, “A BURDEN!”

The cushion was launched towards Catherine desk in the corner of the room. It hit her computer monitor which fell forwards, the wires stopped it falling to the ground but instead made it swing right into the PC where the screen hit so hard Catherine was sure it would be cracked.

Despite the damage being done it seemed like Emily wasn’t done. Catherine had received training for these occasions. She knew ways to take Emily down and calm her, she was currently a threat to herself as much as Catherine and the therapist would’ve been totally within her rights to bring out these pacifying techniques. But Catherine had an alternative in mind, one the fit the regression therapy that she was trying to administer, she hoped it would have the same effect.

Catherine stood up and grabbed hold of Emily’s arms. She was able to push the woman down on to her knees in front of the couch. There was a lot of struggling and swearing but Emily had never been strong and was slowly losing the battle.

“I’m restraining you for your own safety!” Catherine said through gritted teeth as she got Emily to bend over the seat.

Now was Catherine’s chance. With one arm she held the shrieking woman in place and with the other she pulled down Emily’s pants revealing the big white diaper underneath it. She noticed it was mainly dry apart from the area between her legs which had changed colour.

Catherine reared her hand back and brought it forwards on to Emily’s rear end. The sound of flesh hitting the thin plastic outer shell of the diaper echoed around the office. Catherine heard Emily gasp but already she seemed to be struggling less. She took that as a good sign and continued the spanking.

The diaper most likely prevented a lot of the pain being felt but it seemed to be having the desired effect. Emily became calmer and calmer until something quite unexpected happened. Emily burst into tears.

These weren’t quiet sobs that often happened during the course of therapy. These were huge wails of sadness. Catherine stopped spanking but kept Emily in place. The diapered woman’s whole body was shaking again but this time it wasn’t from anger. The fight had gone out of her. Catherine eased off until she wasn’t holding Emily down at all. Instead, she sat down next to her on the floor and let her cry it out and waited.

Eventually Emily slid backwards leaving a large wet patch on the couch cushion. She was kneeling on the floor and leaning forwards with her forehead against the edge of the couch. Catherine was next to her and slowly raised a hand. She placed it on Emily’s shoulder and felt the diapered woman soften and slump slightly. For another minute there was silence before Emily’s red face pulled away from the couch. She looked a mess with her hair sticking out in every direction.

“Amelia…” Emily sniffed and reached for the tissues which, in the chaos of her tantrum, had ended up on the floor nearby, “Called me a burden.”

Catherine made sure to have a sympathetic expression on her face even if she wasn’t sure why it had caused such a strong reaction. She had never been sat on the floor with a patient like this but it seemed like the first time Emily had truly been vulnerable, the first time she had got through those emotional walls. Besides, Emily was not like any other patient.

“Is there a reason that word provokes such a strong reaction?” Catherine asked softly.

It was a risk. Asking questions brought the opportunity for Emily to clam up again, to rebuild the walls that had just tumbled down. At the same time, Catherine knew that if she didn’t nudge Emily in the right direction she could easily sit there until the session ended. The visceral hate that Emily stared at Catherine with made her think the gamble hadn’t paid off, after a second the intensity disappeared though. Emily wiped her nose.

Catherine sat and listened. As a therapist it was what she spent most of her time doing. She listened as Emily told her the story of her childhood, something she so rarely talked about. She empathised as Emily shared the story of her father walking out and the letter he had left, the one which had called her a burden. A word that had gained more significance than any other in her mind. Emily had to stop telling her story a few times as fresh tears broke out but she eventually got through everything.

“… And then, Amelia called me… that word.” Emily said as she winced. It seemed just thinking it hurt her, “It… It all came flooding back. Everything. It’s stupid, I know.”

“It’s not stupid.” Catherine said. She put her hand on Emily’s arm, “Words have power and I understand that, for you, THAT word has a lot of power. I want to apologise for using it to describe you. I would never have done so if I had known what it meant to you.”

“It’s OK.” Emily sniffed and wiped her eyes, “You didn’t know.”

“Does Amelia know?” Catherine asked.

“No.” Emily replied, “I’ve never told anyone. I don’t know why.”

“That letter hurt you a lot.” Catherine said, “You were a child, you didn’t know how to deal with it. You locked all those emotions in a box and that word is the key. When it is said it opens that lock and lets everything you’ve locked away burst out.”

“She’s right though. Dad was right.” Emily was looking at the floor, “I’m useless to anyone.”

“That’s not true.” Catherine said, “Amelia adores you. If nothing else you should know that you are loved.”

“It doesn’t feel like it sometimes.” Emily sighed, “Every time Amelia changes something and I’m treated more like a… Well, like a baby, it feels like she doesn’t love me at all.”

Catherine was getting some fascinating insights into how the regression therapy was affecting Emily. Her professional curiosity was, for once, taking a backseat to her personal feelings though. She had got caught up with things, it could never be an objective study when she had such strong emotions for Amelia, but it had blinded her to how Emily might feel about things.

“I don’t care if you sleep with Amelia.” Emily said after a short silence. She was looking pointedly away from Catherine and her cheeks were flushing red, “It’s kind of hot, if I’m honest. And someone might as well do since I can’t.”

Emily patted the front of her diaper. Catherine knew that underneath was the caged sexual organs that prevented Emily from doing anything sexual, even when she was by herself. She knew a lot more about Emily than she did about any other patient, that was for sure. She didn’t quite know what to say to Emily giving permission for her to cheat. It was a situation that shouldn’t ever have come up and yet Emily seemed to be alright with it.

“Besides, I’m such a “bad girl” I’m sure Amelia isn’t interested in me anyway.” Emily continued after a few seconds.

“A bad girl?” Catherine repeated.

Catherine listened again as Emily explained how the language used by Amelia had changed. She talked about various instances where she was called a “good girl” and the many more times she had been called bad. Catherine was noticing a problem, something she should’ve seen when they agreed to try this therapy. She made a mental note to tell Amelia as soon as possible. This twisted version of regression therapy wouldn’t work unless they got everything right.

“I see…” Catherine said when Emily had talked herself to a standstill, “What would being a “good girl” entail?”

“I don’t know.” Emily shrugged, “Probably… following the rules and doing what I’m told.”

“And do you think if you did those things Amelia would appreciate it?” Catherine asked.

Emily nodded her head. Catherine smiled and nodded too. That was good. Emily recognised that Amelia’s reactions were dependent on her behaviour. If she behaved well, she wouldn’t be called bad. It was a lot easier to fix the problem when the solution was easy to lay out.

“Have you tried following the rules?” Catherine asked slowly, “Perhaps if you behave, you’ll get rewards instead of punishments. You’ll get “good girls” instead of “bad girls.””

Catherine watched Emily for a reaction. The patient seemed to be thinking hard. Catherine wasn’t going to presume Emily was so stupid as to have not considered following the rules or that she didn’t know what she was doing wrong, however, sometimes having another person spell it out helped to connect the dots.

Catherine’s phone, on the floor now, vibrated and let out a soft tone. It was the end of the appointment. Emily had been seeing her long enough to recognise the noise. Catherine watched as her patient took a deep breath. Finally, both women slowly stood back up. Emily looked around the room and winced.

“Oh crap…” Emily said. She suddenly looked ashamed, “I’ve messed your office up.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Catherine replied. She put a hand on Emily’s back, “It’s nothing that can’t be fixed.”

Catherine saw Emily hesitate for a few seconds before she suddenly turned and wrapped her in a tight hug. Catherine was taken aback. Normally she would frown on such intimate behaviour with a patient, but this was far from a normal situation. She put her own arms around Emily.

“Thank you.” Emily whispered.

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[Dirty Boy]

Catherine should be disbarred and arrested along with Amelia.

[Lost Little Neppy]

I sincerely hope that there's a camera in that room.