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