We are nearing the end of the story and Emily has a very special request to make of Amelia.
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The car ride home had been less than fun. Emily had spent the whole journey sliding around inside her poopy diaper. By the time she was on the changing table the mess was everywhere. The cleanup had been a nightmare and eventually Amelia had given up and instead took Emily to the shower to hose her down. The rest of the evening had been awkward. Emily stayed quiet and withdrawn until she was taken to bed.
“Goodnight, baby.” Amelia said, “Sweet dreams.”
Emily didn’t say anything in reply. Her Mommy left the room, turning off the light and closing the door behind her. Emily stared up to the ceiling above the crib with a lot on her mind. More and more she had been thinking of herself as nothing but a baby, she had remained passive and allowed Amelia to essentially tell her what she wanted. But now she was thinking about what Catherine had mentioned days before. About growing up.
Was “growing up” something that Emily wanted? She still remembered what her life had been like before the changes started. Being lazy on the couch, playing games and watching TV all day… it was all she had wanted. But she understood it wasn’t good enough. If she was going to be “big” it would mean a lot more than just putting the toys away, it would mean taking on responsibilities and getting a job. Did she want to do that?
To nearly anyone else Emily imagined it wouldn’t even be a question. Surely no sane adult would choose to live like she was. But then she remembered Davina and the ABDLs who apparently DID want to live as babies all the time. She wasn’t an ABDL though, she was pretty sure of that now. Even if she tolerated everything that had happened to be a good girl, she couldn’t say she actively enjoyed it in the same way Davina described ABDLs enjoying it.
Which begged the question: What did Emily want?
On the one hand, in many ways she had a very easy life with no expectations. It felt like her previous lifestyle where she abdicated all her responsibilities on steroids. She had found purpose in being a good girl and had even discovered that her relationship with her wife had massively improved, even with Catherine being brought into the relationship.
However, these positives were balanced by a boatload of negatives. For a start, life as a baby was frequently very dull. Hours upon hours were spent in her playpen playing with silly little toys or watching baby shows which felt like they were melting her brain. With such a regimented schedule she found she never got the opportunity to do the things she used to love. Video games had become a thing of the past and she missed them dearly. She’d even considered begging Amelia for some “age appropriate” games just so she could hold a controller in her hand again.
That was before Emily had even considered the worst part of her new lifestyle. The constant humiliations were a nightmare and no matter how many she went through there were still more to come. She never knew when she woke up in the crib in the morning whether that day would contain the next public embarrassment. From wetting herself in the bar, in what felt like a different lifetime, to the therapy sessions and everything that had happened in them, to the tea party that was still so fresh in her mind. They never got any easier to endure. Emily shivered a little as she wondered what would happen next. How many people would find out about her embarrassing secret?
Emily thought back to what Catherine had said before. About all this being a method to teach Emily how to be a better adult. Perhaps it was time to start working on that. The idea of being a fully-fledged adult again after everything that had happened was scary but it surely had to happen sooner or later. Emily couldn’t stay like this forever.
With a deep breath Emily closed her eyes and steeled her resolve. She was going to try and be big. There was surely a way for her to be both an adult and a good girl for Amelia. A smile crossed her face and she clenched her fists in determination. She was going to be an adult!
Emily felt heat warming her crotch. She reached down and pressed a hand against her padding where she felt the warmth quickly spreading inside the diaper. She sighed. It wasn’t exactly the most auspicious of starts.
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Catherine was sat in the nursery. She had a notebook and pen in front of her as she rocked back and forth slightly on the rocking chair Amelia had recently bought for Emily’s room. It was much easier to call it a nursery than a bedroom these days, it was increasingly resembling one after all. The room was quiet. Catherine was waiting.
“Do we really need to keep doing this?” Emily asked from the crib. She was sitting up and leaning back against the headboard. Catherine noticed her wiping away some spit after she finished speaking. The drooling was something Catherine had noticed a lot more recently.
“Doing what?” Catherine asked.
“Thith!” Emily said. That was something else Catherine had noticed. Emily slurring her words or developing a lisp, she was curious about why that was happening and wondered if it was due to the regression, “Therapy!”
“Well, that’s entirely up to you.” Catherine smiled, “These are for your benefit after all.”
Catherine picked up the file she had on Emily. It was thicker than most and contained all the notes she had made over the entire time she had been seeing her. What was most interesting was the changes in behaviour she had been able to note. Emily had become much better behaved the longer the therapy had continued. There was a clear correlation between her starting to associate being a “good girl” with pleasure and improvements in her behaviour. Not only that but it seemed like Emily was often a lot happier as well. That wasn’t to say Emily was always happy, of course, just that she seemed much more content with life than she had before it had all started.
“Do you want us to continue having these sessions?” Catherine asked.
Emily shrugged. Catherine knew that now she was so intimately involved in the household the therapy wasn’t quite as useful as before, she couldn’t be an outside observer anymore. That said, she didn’t feel like she could just hand Emily off to another therapist, in fact she was sure she couldn’t. If Emily started talking to someone else about everything that had happened there would be a lot of trouble.
“I wath kinda thinking…” Emily was looking at the mattress.
“About what?” Catherine asked in a friendly way. Emily speech interested her a lot from a professional standpoint. Was this another effect of the regression therapy or something else entirely? She was pretty sure it wasn’t a basis to worry about a medical emergency as, apart from the occasional lisp, Emily seemed fine. It just seemed like she had a little more trouble controlling her tongue.
“Do you think… Do you think I could be a big girl?” Emily asked almost shyly.
“I don’t know.” Catherine replied honestly, “What do you think?”
Emily shrugged again. It struck Catherine that Emily DID want to grow up, or at least try it, but was being held back from outright asking. She wanted to be told what to do. Catherine hadn’t kept it a secret that she would like to see Emily be a grown-up, that was the point of all this after all. However, she knew there could be resistance from Amelia.
“It is up to you.” Catherine continued when Emily had spent half a minute staring at the blanket covering her legs, “You know Amelia and I will support whatever decision you want to make.”
The last bit was only partially true. Catherine would support her for sure, but she did think that Amelia might require some convincing. Ultimately though, it would be Emily’s choice. But clearly it was a scary one to make so she didn’t try to push too hard in that direction.
“I dunno.” Emily sighed, “It’s hard.”
“I know.” Catherine said with a sympathetic smile, “And you’re in a fairly unique position where you don’t HAVE to do it. What do you miss about being a big girl that you’d like to get back?”
“Video gameth.” Emily sighed as she said it. There was no hesitation on that front, “Watching adult stuff, the internet, being able to touch my… you know.”
Catherine did know. That chastity cage had been on Emily for weeks now. Whilst it was clear she could feel pleasure, and a lot of it, without the restricting device Catherine could still understand wanting access. It was only removed for cleaning and even then, it wasn’t for long. Amelia had gotten it down to an art where she could get it off, clean both the cage and Emily, and then put it back on in just a couple of minutes.
“My pantieth…” Emily sighed.
“Emily…” Catherine tried to be gentle, “I don’t know if you’d get those back even if you were fully adult again.”
“I know.” Emily slumped slightly.
The truth was that the incident that had started the ball rolling, Emily’s incontinence, had only become worse over the weeks of using nothing but her diapers for everything. Emily had confided in both Amelia and Catherine in recent times that she quite often didn’t notice when she needed to use the toilet at all. That it all just sort of… happened.
“But the other stuff would be doable.” Catherine said, “What’s holding you back from asking?”
“Scared.” Emily said simply, “In case I can’t do it or I thtart being bad again.”
“Fear is natural.” Catherine said, “It would be a big change. You’d be taking on a lot of responsibility. However, if you don’t try, you’ll never know.”
“Are you thaying I ssshhould do it?” Emily put increased emphasis on the “should” to make sure it came out right. Catherine saw her almost battling her mouth to make the correct shapes.
“I’m not saying whether you should or not.” Catherine replied, “It is entirely up to you.”
“I… I think I…” Emily bit her lip. It looked like she was trying to build her nerve, “I think I wanna try.”
Catherine smiled. She had been hoping for this. She had been trying to convince Amelia to start the process but the decision coming from Emily herself might be even better. This would be where the real test Amelia and Catherine unorthodox methods. If Emily was able to spread her wings and operate better than she had been at the start, with the right encouragement, then it would mean everything had been worthwhile.
“Could you get Mommy?” Emily asked shyly.
Catherine nodded her head. Calling Amelia “Mommy” was definitely something they would have to do if she was going to walk around as an adult. Catherine put her folder down and left the nursery. She went down to the kitchen where she found Amelia hurriedly shutting a drawer.
“I think Emily has something she wants to say.” Catherine said as Amelia turned around.
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Amelia was stood in the kitchen with one of the bottles of milk she had filled up with a pump. Upstairs, Emily and Catherine were having a session and that meant she had plenty of time to make the necessary preparations. She unscrewed the top of the baby bottle and set it on the counter in front of her.
In a drawer Amelia found the Emily’s medicine. She had long ago dispensed with the diuretics and laxatives, Emily didn’t need those to use her diaper anymore, instead there were too new pills that she had to crush up and mix into the milk. One stimulated Emily’s saliva glands and led to her drooling a lot more, which was super adorable, and the other was a weak numbing agent that worked on the tongue and affected Emily’s speech.
Amelia placed the two pills on the kitchen top and started crushing them up until they were a fine powder. She then scooped up the medication and put it in the milk. She took a spoon and started stirring.
Many would condemn her for what she was doing but Amelia felt it was necessary. She had been increasingly concerned with the way Catherine seemed to be pushing Emily towards growing up and she needed to make sure that didn’t happen. She could see how much happier and better off Emily was as a baby, there didn’t seem to be any reason to upset the boat, not when everything was going so well for all three of them.
Amelia idly stirred the milk whilst looking out the window when she heard footsteps behind her. Realising she hadn’t put the pills away; she quickly pushed them into a drawer and closed it right before turning to see Catherine walking in. She turned to face her girlfriend who was smiling and, thankfully, didn’t seem to notice anything off.
“I think Emily has something she wants to say.” Catherine said.
“OK, hold on a second.” Amelia said. She turned back to the counter and screwed the lid on to the bottle, “Alright, what’s up?”
“I think it’s best you hear it from her.” Catherine replied.
Amelia and Catherine walked up to the nursery where Emily was sat in the crib cuddling a stuffed animal against her chest. Amelia smiled; it was such a lovely picture. She went to the bars and handed over the cold bottle of milk. She felt a sense of satisfaction when Emily immediately started nursing on it.
“Catherine says you have something you wanted to say?” Amelia asked brightly.
Emily pulled the latex teat out of her mouth. The bottle was now only half-full and some milk, mixed with saliva, ran down Emily’s chin. Catherine went to sit in the rocking chair whilst Amelia waited for her baby girl to wipe her mouth.
“I…” Emily swallowed nervously. She looked towards Catherine for support and then back at Amelia. When she spoke, the words came out very quickly, “I want to gwow up!”
Amelia was rather taken aback. This wasn’t something she had expected to hear. She had thought Emily was satisfied as a baby and that the lack of expectations that the role meant for her. Amelia’s immediate response was to say no but she could tell already that that response would be a problem. She could only keep this up as long as she had Emily’s, at least partial, consent. Catherine as well was reaching breaking point. The whole thing had been pitched to the therapist as a way of reforming Emily’s behaviour, there was only so long that Amelia could put off putting it to the test. Catherine’s patience was running out.
“Are you sure?” Amelia asked.
Emily nodded her head.
“You know what that will mean, right?” Amelia continued, “You’ll need to help out around the house. You’ll need to get a job.”
Amelia noticed her wife visibly hesitating but she nodded her head again. Looking at Catherine, Amelia could see her girlfriend smiling and nodding her head as well. Of course, this was what she’d wanted for weeks now.
“OK.” Amelia finally said, “If that’s what you want, that’s what we’ll try. We’ll start tomorrow, if that’s OK with everyone?”
Amelia could see Emily’s eyes light up and felt a lurch in her tummy. She hadn’t expected a trial period of adulthood to matter so much to her wife. She was visibly very excited though and Catherine was also smiling widely as she stood up. The therapist wrapped her arms around Amelia.
“Thank you.” Catherine whispered, “I think this is going to work out great for all of us.”
Amelia wasn’t so sure. She had grown used to having a baby around the house. It was like she had been able to rebuild her family just the way she wanted it. But when she saw Emily cuddling the stuffie in her hands and looking so happy two thoughts came to her. Firstly, seeing Emily happy made her feel happy and if this was what Emily wanted then that’s what they would try.
Secondly, there was simply no way Emily would be able to function as an adult. Amelia had watched Emily try long before all this had started and it had been so long since her wife had properly helped out financially or around the house that she was quite sure Emily simply wouldn’t be able to. She felt a pang of regret. She wanted to protect Emily from the failure she was sure was going to happen.
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