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The Regression Sentence - Epilogue
🕑 Added 2022-04-12 15:14:15 +0000 UTCFive Years Later
Hannah opened the door to her old office and toddled inside, carrying a load of files in her arms. “Here you go, Mith Vivian,” she said, blushing at her stupid lisp as she deposited the paperwork on her former secretary’s desk. She was legally an adult again, but she was finding a lot of the babyish habits she’d developed over the last five years hard to shift.
“Good girl, Hannah!” Vivian cooed, glancing up briefly from her work to flash her a smile.
Hannah pouted, and had to resist the urge to stamp her foot in frustration. It wasn’t fair! Her sentence was over! She was supposed to have her old life back, and yet here she was stuck as her ex-secretary’s “little helper”. Hannah fidgeted with the edge of her frilly dress, and heard a faint crinkling sound coming from beneath it. Her face reddened. That was another thing that was supposed to be over.
She turned away, intending to go and sit quietly in her play corner until Miss Vivian needed another errand running, but her former secretary’s voice stopped her.
“One moment, little one,” she said sweetly, and Hannah turned back around to see her dotting the ‘i’s of her report and closing the cover. Then she looked up and smiled broadly. “I was just wondering…” she began in a stage whisper, “if there were any little girls in this room who need their nappies changed.”
Hannah turned scarlet, and this time she really did stomp her foot. “I’m nodda widdle girl!” she whined petulantly.
Vivian chuckled. “You’re right, sweetie,” she said, her smile widening even further. “I should rephrase what I said. Let me try again – are there any thirty-four-year-old ex-businesswomen in this room who’ve pissed in their adult nappies and need their former secretaries to wipe their asses for them?”
Hannah’s lower lip wobbled. She didn’t want to let Miss Vivian see she was upset, but five years of tantrums had reduced her emotional control to nothing, and she couldn’t stop herself bursting into tears like a little girl. “WAAAAAAAH!” she wailed. “IT’S NOT FAIR! I DON’T WANNA WEAR NAPPIES ANYMORE! I’M S’PPOSED TO BE A BIG GIWL!”
Vivian chuckled again, looking satisfied, but she put on an expression of mock-sympathy and pulled the crying woman into a cuddle. “Poor baby,” she cooed. “Is someone having a widdle waah-waah? Let it all out, darling. Miss Vivian’s here to hold you.”
Hannah sobbed miserably into her former subordinate’s cleavage, and felt Miss Vivian’s hand sneak down her back to squeeze the sodden diaper between her thighs. She could practically sense the grin on her face as she checked her ex-boss’s nappy and found it used.
“Whoopsie-daisy!” Vivian sang happily. “It looks like the pee-pee fairy came to visit your nappy, didn’t it darling? Your diapee’s full of yucky-wucky wee-wee!”
Hannah cried even harder at that. She was legally an adult again! This was all supposed to be over! She was allowed to have a career again and be self-sufficient, but it turned out most places weren’t willing to hire a woman who’d spent the last five years living as a two-year-old. Mummy had insisted she try to get a job though, and the only place that would take her was her old work, where she was treated like some combination of lowly intern and office mascot, earning minimum wage to waddle around the office running errands, getting teased and cooed over by all the people who’d once been beneath her.
She was technically an adult again, but nobody treated her like one. She was even allowed to have sex, something she’d been denied for half a decade, but Mummy said boys wouldn’t want to go out with a girl who still needed nappies. Silly girl, they’re gonna run a mile when they find out you still poop your pants! Best to just forget about icky boys and play with your dollies instead. She’d tried to seduce Peter when she’d come back to the office, but he’d just laughed and tickled her under the chin.
Her nappies were the worst. Even after five years she hadn’t gotten used to them. They were yucky and bulky and loud and stinky. She hated them. She’d tried desperately to get potty trained again, of course, but the ability to plant her adult bottom on a little plastic potty seat before she had an accident had proved to be beyond her. When she’d been taken to the doctor and told that the effects of the special formula on her bladder and bowels were likely irreversible, she’d had the biggest meltdown of her life. She’d spent the last five years looking forward to the day when she could finally be rid of nappies forever, only to be told right at the end that soaked and stinky diapers would forever be part of her wardrobe.
“Come along, sweetheart,” Miss Vivian cooed, unable to keep the sadistic delight out of her voice as she pulled out of the cuddle and led the still tearful woman over to the corner of the room where an adult-sized rocking cradle sat waiting. “You’ll feel better after a little nap-nap, okay miss potty pants? Have a little sleep and Miss Vivian will change that soggy nappy later. I’m afraid I’m far too busy to do it right now.”
Hannah sobbed pathetically, but allowed herself to be laid down in the cradle and have a bright pink pacifier shoved into her mouth to keep her quiet. Her pissy diaper squelched between her legs.
“That’s a good girl,” Vivian crooned, grinning down nastily at her former bitchy boss. “Have a lovely sleep, little one. Maybe you’ll even get to dream about being a grown-up!”
The End
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Adam y
We need part 2 of this 😍
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