diaperboymi:paddedlittleparadise: God, she loved her work. Daphne - or Rehabilitative Therapist #491
diaperboymi:paddedlittleparadise: God, she loved her work. Daphne - or Rehabilitative Therapist #49173, as she was officially known - had been with the New Beginnings Correctional and Rehabilitation Facility for a good three years now. She’d been a little skeptical of their methods at first; rumors circulated around the place, the most sordid of which hinted that they conducted human experimentation and even brainwashing in order to achieve dubious ends. But a visit there, combined with the glowing reports of several current employees, had made her change her mind - and oh, how glad she was that she had. It was so satisfying, so delightful, to watch the progress of her patients as they progressed through the six typical stages of regressive rehabilitation. The first three stages were not her favorites, though some coworkers adamantly declared that they loved tending those cases best; the recalcitrant patients all exhibited violent denial and resistance to the process, followed by a lapse into dejected fear and resentment, and only then transitioning to sullen compliance. The key tipping point into the program’s second half eventually came not with compliance, but with an internal acceptance, which matured in stages five and six into growing internalization and enthusiasm, and finally into an all-out joyful acceptance of their new regressed status. As for this one, patient #FF23099, she was well on her way to program completion. Daphne smiled maternally down at her little charge, who was eagerly sucking at her medicine bottle and blissfully unaware not only of the cuffs that still hung on her wrists and ankles (a precautionary measure, in case the patient suddenly relapsed), but of the increasingly soggy diaper securely taped around her waist. Effie, as she’d nicknamed this particularly sweet girl, was definitely in stage 5 - no longer was she crying to be let out of her crib or tugging at her restraints. She wasn’t even visibly distressed when her diaper began to leak, as it had been more and more these days. There was only one more step to take until she could graduate to the final stage - and that’s what Daphne was hoping to witness any day now. Perhaps today would be the day. “Ooh, who’s a hungry little baby this morning?” she cooed down at her charge. Effie just glanced up brightly and kept on steadily gulping down her medicine. Her sucking reflex was growing stronger every day, Daphne noted in satisfaction; she made a mental note to have a pacifier handy as soon as the bottle was done. It was always smart to foster those instincts as much as possible. “Who’s ready to make a nice mess in her diaper now? Come on, you know you always have to make me a present once you have your second ba-ba,” Daphne reminded her. Effie just kept gulping, even as a bubbly little fart squeaked out from within her double-thick diaper. As Daphne watched, a little frown line appeared on Effie’s face, growing into a look of concern as a series of muffled and semi-liquid sounds loudly testified to the fact that she was indeed filling her pants. Daphne just smiled and pushed the bottle more firmly into her patient’s mouth, urging her to keep on sucking. Still in stage five, then. After all, a patient could only make it to stage six once they both wet and messed themselves without even realizing it. “Oh, well, never mind,” she consoled her patient sweetly. “Maybe someday soon you’ll be able to graduate!” As Effie obediently kept on sucking, Daphne just smiled to herself in happy satisfaction, thinking of all the other patients she’d helped succeed in their regression program. God, this is such a satisfying job. She couldn’t wait to see how many more patients she’d be able to help today. Image Credit: ABDreams.com Please don’t remove my caption; if you do, may you forget to zip up your pants fly before your next big presentation. What a Great story. I so wish it was happening to me:-( -- source link