The Art Of Being Regressed

Chapter 1
FIRST PART

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Chapter Description: Doctor Hudgens meets her study subject; the romance begins. Step by step, we will look Susy's mental regression, that will soon become into a physical one.

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[size=4]THE ART OF BEING REGRESSED

PART 1[/size]

DR. HUDGENS THESIS’S LOGBOOK

May 30

I met Susy first time one month ago. Susy is a 23-years-old Latina girl; she is 1.68 m., tan skin, brown eyes; she is somewhat well built, but in her physic decidedly there’s more flesh than fat. Her breasts are littler than regular, but the most attractive part of her physic is her hips; they are well-shaped, tender and warm, just as her limbs.

I met Susy of a very strange way... It was 3 a.m., and I had insomnia. I went out of my apartment (at 1st. floor of the building I live), to smoke. I finished my cigarette so slowly... It was a cold night and I decided to come back bed, but I had to throw the cigarette in a trash can; the trash can on the back of the building, in an alley. I thought a little walk will make me good, so I walked around the building. But when I entered the alley... What did I saw?!

Stuck in a window, desperately trying to pass, it was the lower part of the body of a lady; but that wasn’t all... She was stuck at MY window, apparently trying to get in. I noticed those beautiful legs, dark, tanned by sun, so broad and well-shaped, finishing in a pair of white tennis shoes; she was wearing a white miniskirt, so the contrast was delicious. And the extraordinary view of her butt (big, round, perfect), shocked me. What was that woman doing at my window?

I walked silently behind her, who was still struggling to pass through the window, and I took a look of her. I contemplated her butt about by 20 seconds, but I realize I was in a suspicious situation too... What if the night patrol takes a look here and finds me outside my apartment, with that girl in that scene? They would think I’m maybe trying to self-rob me.

I decided act rapidly. I came closer her, so I could look at her white underwear, so tight, notably remarking her private parts, which were about blooming... I laid my hands on her buttocks and I pushed them with all strength of mine. After a few seconds, the girl passed through the window and got inside my apartment. Quickly, I got in too, and closed the window. What was that girl doing there?? How could she enter?? The girl was at my feet, trembling... I noticed her exotic, but cute face, her big glasses and fine lips, her mischievous eyes, long rough brown hair, in an expression of complicity.

What could I do? I laid her on the bed and undressed her, until leaving her totally naked. Then, I laid her down over my knees and spanked her with my bare hands, once and again. I confess I enjoyed laying my hands at her warm hips, and spanking her soft, tanned buttocks, but I know I made all that only to show her some discipline. Then, as a psychologist, I obliged her to answer me some questions; I would not call police if she answered my interrogatory and promise not telling to anyone. She told me her case: since young, she was a nymphomaniac; she goes out every night at the discos, dancing places, to rub with any man, or women sometimes. I know in the Latina culture the reggaaeton music is so popular, and they use to simulate copulation as a part of the dance, but Susy’s obsessions were beyond... She is an addict to the sex, psycho music, and lately to the delinquency. She had developed the habit of entering others houses at late hours of night, then stealing some little things, and getting under the blankets of a man, convincing him to have sex. She finds it very easy, because she is a determined girl (she always get what she wants) and her body and attitude is founded so provocative for most of men.

I asked her if she was in a kleptomaniac raid when she entered in my apartment, but she said she didn’t know anything. I concluded Susy’s bad habits were very hard compulsions, and she performs them without thinking about at all. I let Susy getting dressed again, and as she was putting her white shirt on, I gave her my card:

Dr. Samuel Hodgens, psychologist.

And I showed friendship to her, telling her if she would like to come any day or night, to talk or have sex, I would like to see her. She stored her card inside her shirt, said me goodbye and went away, running.

SUSY’S DIARY

May 30

Dear diary:

You’ll know I knew Dr. Sam one month ago, when he bound me and spanked me for trying steal in his apartment. That was the first time a man asked me about my personal life, so I thought about him every day. He is quite handsome, and too young (33, 34 years old?) to be a doctor. I like his beard.

Today my boss fired me for photocopying my butt at the copying machine, but I could store the pictures, and I plan distributing them on internet. At night I hopped at a moving car and practiced oral sex with the boys inside. They naked me and stored my favourite panties, so I had to walk naked at night by the alleys, until I found a man who let me in (with a low price).

At dawn, I called Dr. Sam’s phone. Next week I will visit again his apartment (this time by the main door) and I hope we’ll spend a good night.

DR. HUDGENS THESIS’S LOGBOOK

June 4

Last night I received Susy’s visit. I cooked cod for two, and we drank some wine, moderately. After that, we went to my bed and had anal sex. Susy is quite insatiable, quite crazy and mysterious. She was maybe the perfect person to prove my theory.

Coming back from the bathroom I wore a condom; she had dressed again as I was at bathroom, with a pair of white tight shorts, and a top with shoulder straps, showing the navel. This time she wanted something more serious and romantic; I pulled her straps down and kissed her neck, than caressing all her body, to make her feel more comfortable. Somebody can say I have a lack of professional ethic, but I want to say I’m treating with extreme cases, so you’ll know. She got quickly excited with my caresses, so I laid my hands at her breasts and stimulated them. Then, she permitted me spreading her legs and penetrating her. The coitus was great for her... But she wasn’t satisfied. I knew it was the just moment to take action.

I crouched at bed, with the pretext of taking a condom, but I picked the special implements I was going to need. Then, I holded her ankles and lifted them; she was naked at bed, looking me from down, with her sleepy eyes, lustful and mischievous smile; she was waiting for I penetrate her; her exposed, precious butt and vagina were there down, thirsty for more. But I didn’t penetrate her. Instead that, I hold tight her ankles, and then I took the powder can and spread it all on her butt. She couldn’t react. Next, I put the plastic diaper down her butt and proceeded to wrap her butt on it.

Susy wasn’t shocked. She seemed fascinated, interested. As she got accustomed to the idea, I bended myself, and powdered and diapered myself so quickly. Then, I laid at bed next to her. Amazed, Susy touched her own vagina over the diaper, and I think she knew: every tactile sensation was severely reduced through the plastic. She tried to touch my genitals over the diaper, but she couldn’t move me. Susy laughed, laughed as I didn’t expect. But I liked it; the experiment was going perfect. I saw Susy, furiously rubbing the diaper that was covering her cunt, but she didn’t seem able to feel any caress. She rolled on the bed, laughing, lifting and shaking her legs with the laugh. I came closer her and kissed her cheek. She took a pillow and covered her face with it, trying to stop laughing. I hugged her, and caressed her arms, and she corresponded, always laughing, hugging me with unexpected (for most of people) affect.

That night was different for Susy; I continued kissing her body, her less erogenous parts, with childish affect, and she finally corresponded. We touched, caressed the other, we played with every part of the other’s body; we rolled over together, hugged. We crawled at the rug, playing like puppies; we emitted strange sounds and imitated animals; we jumped at bed. Always laughing, we played like babies. I stood rubbing her broad, tan back, and caressing her tan, sweet forehead, all night long; she stood quiet, silent.

The dawn broke and I pulled my diaper down. Then, I laid over her and pulled her diaper down, taking it off. We had sex again, and then we slept. When I awoke this morning, she had gone away.

SUSY’S DIARY

June 4

Dear diary:

Last night I passed a great night. Dr. Sam had a strange paraphillia, but he’s a perfect lover. I’m not trying to tell I don’t have paraphillias xD but he made me play like a kid again.

I wasn’t expecting anything like that; I mean: he diapered me... and then I see her naked butt (good butt!), leaning out from the edge of the bed, then he powdered it and then he diapered himself! xD

I think I liked being in diapers, they are so different than the normal underwear... They block my fingers! They’re rough and plastic! I couldn’t feel any caress under them. It was quite funny.

And Dr. Sam plays so funny games. I always liked jumping at bed, pillow fighting and tumbling, but I think I haven’t played that with any little boy... Or an adult. I laughed like never, I think I haven’t had as healthy fun with a male as last night.

I don’t know what part I liked more: the sex or the play?? I don’t want to think more about that, I’m only heading to my next date with Dr. Hudgens.

- Kisses, Susy.

DR. HUDGENS THESIS’S LOGBOOK

June 22

Yesterday early Susy came again to my apartment. We had planned going walk; she came so pretty, wearing jeans, tennis shoes and an avocado green T-shirt. The first thing I did to catch her attention was taking her to bed, laying her down and taking off her pants. I caressed so slightly her vagina over her pink panties, and then take them off. She seemed to enjoy. I powdered and diapered her again, and she didn’t seem to complain. After that, I helped her getting up and put her on her jeans.

After breakfasting, we went to take a walk in the park. Susy seemed happy, totally comfortable with the idea of wearing diapers under her jeans. Her butt seemed a little puffier under the jeans, and a few times she had to pull up her jeans to avoid showing she was wearing diapers instead her underwear. But the walk was so nice; we ate fried corn at a food stand. Then, we separated.

We met again at night, because we had planned going out to dance. She had addressed herself with perfect care; she was wearing a short, provocative night dress, but the thing surprised me more was that she was still wearing the diapers under the dress. I asked her why she decided to wear them; she didn’t answer, she only said she liked wearing them. We danced at a decent club; I watched her ease in the public dancing floor; she was totally self-confident, despite her butt looked so puffy and the use of diapers was totally notable; sometimes, even the diaper was almost showing to the other dancers. I watched interested the development of Susy’s case, but I tried too to act natural, to inspire more confidence on her.

After that, we were to the apartment, and even I was totally naked, she didn’t want to masturbate me, fellate me or anything else; she lied down at bed wearing only the diaper, and I hugged and caressed her all night long. At the end, she permitted me with total trust taking her off the diaper, and we had coitus twice. I hid Susy’s diaper when she was sleeping, and I put her on her pink panties so carefully. When I awoke, she had gone, but the diaper was at the same place I put them.

SUSY’S DIARY

June 22

Dear diary:

I’m in love with Dr. Sam. He takes me everyplace and buys for me the best things. His car is amazing, and he always gets the better things. Yesterday we went to walk, and he insisted me in wearing the diaper; I think he take care of me a lot, and he has the reason: I like to wear diapers, they’re less revealing than the thongs I used to wear, and they protect me in case of any accident. I decided I would use them always; I proved using them even with my night dresses, and they feel OK. Dr. Sam dances so well.

When I awoke, Dr. Sam was sleeping and, do you know?, my diaper had disappeared! And I had the panties on. Am I a somnambulist? I had to go, so I didn’t care, but when I went out to walk through the street, I feel insecure... I need to buy a new diaper!

I liked Dr. Sam’s caresses, and now I’m secure: I liked them more than the sex. I enjoyed the coitus, yeah, but it wasn’t the same.

DR. HUDGENS THESIS’S LOGBOOK

July 2

Yesterday I proposed Susy to spend together the weekend at my house. I think she is so excited, and she hugged me so tight, and I had to lift her with my arms.

The plan is going perfect. Susy has accustomed to the diapers, now I’m free to study her reactions and prove my paternal figure’s effectiveness.

SUSY’S DIARY

July 1

Dear diary:

Dr. Sam is phenomenal! =D He asked me to spend the weekend with him, in his home! I just bought two diapers packs, only because I thought I was going to pee from the emotion ?_?

DR. HUDGENS THESIS’S LOGBOOK

July 6

Susy is now at my home. She confessed me she feels her nymphomaniac feelings have been reduced severally. I noticed she is in love with me, but the most suspicious is that, indeed, the nymphomaniac desires she feel for me had been reduced drastically. Or is she lying? Maybe. But the facts are really extraordinary.

Susy came with a so little suitcase; she carries there about eight diapers, only one pair of panties -green and cherry-, a diminute bikini, beauty products and a dildo. She had packed only one clothes change, so I wonder what she is planning. Oddly enough, once she passed the door, she crouched on front of me and pulled down my pants, for practicing me oral sex. She seemed anxious and desperate for doing that, but I don’t know why (a return to the Freud’s oral lapse...? It is too early to think about that).

This day, we watched TV, danced at the kitchen and played scrabble; she is so dumb and she can’t win any game. But she is nice. About 6 p.m., she got naked, wearing only the diaper. We lied down together again, with me wearing a white t-shirt and shorts. She is now addict to my caresses, she likes to caress me a little, and I think I like her behaviour.

SUSY’S DIARY

July 6

Dear diary:

I’m writing this hidden down the bed. Dr. Sam wrote at her computer and now he is sleeping. I absolutely love this man, but I thought maybe he was a little disappointed for I haven’t sex enough sex with him (the men are men), so when I got in the department I thanked him with a little suck.

I would like marry him in this moment. We passed good moments, and played like never before; he is so considerate, he cooks for me and makes me the bed. I enjoy being naked, feeling only his hand on my diapered butt. I’m going bed again. See you, diary, I love you.

DR. HUDGENS THESIS’S LOGBOOK

July 7

Susy is advancing so quickly. She spent all day wearing nothing more than her diapers. I thought it was maybe by my influence, so I decided helping her look more normal: I put her a T-shirt on, and suggested her taking off the diapers and wearing panties, but she didn’t wanted. I put her on the panties over her diaper, and she seemed to be accordance with my idea. I noticed, fortunately, that she doesn’t use the diaper to make her necessities; she goes to the bathroom, pulls down her diaper, and then does what she must do. I said her it seems perfect to me.

I suggested taking a shower together and she agreed. We played with the soap and spend a complete hour to finish the play. She made me wrap her in the towel and carrying her in arms to the bed. She didn’t mention anything about sex. But she made me powder and diaper her butt.

I must plan the next thing.

SUSY’S DIARY

July 7

Dear diary:

I think Daddy Sam is angry with me. He tried to dress me as a big girl, and I didn’t want. I’m her baby and I want to be in diapers. We took a shower together, which was so funny. Daddy Sam powdered my little tushy and applied cream my little booboos. I will make a mischief.

DR. HUDGENS THESIS’S LOGBOOK

July 8

This was a decisive day. I am convinced Susy has become a complete baby. So, I decided haste the process from today on.

This day, when I changed her in the morning, she surprised because she had pooped in her diaper. When I saw her face, surprised, she giggled and looked at me with funny face. I kept with the joke, and put her again over my knee, spanking her butt softly, acting like yelling at her; she giggled a lot. I caressed her buttocks and kissed at them once, and then I finished changing her.

Now, I permit her wearing only her diapers, without any other cloth. She walks always like funny, always with a smile. As I thought, Susy has forgotten how to take off the diapers, so the bathroom habits had changed too: now she can’t go alone; she had to tell me when she wants to, and I take her to the bathroom by the hand. Once there, I pulled her diaper down and lift her by the legs to make her poo or pee (her body, as I thought, has been becoming lighter). She can’t clean herself; instinctively, she took the toilet paper with a hand and tried to pass it between her buttocks, but I held her hand and slapped it soft, make her drop it. Then, I carefully cleaned her ass with the paper; I had to spank Susy’s spongy, tender, big buttocks, to punish her for trying to clean herself, as a big girl, being still a baby. She seemed to cry a little.

I have to talk her like a baby and repeat her every order twice or more times. She is loosing the capability of speaking; her babbles are so funny. I had to shower her, and she is becoming so restless; she has developed attention deficit. I think soon I will have to bathe her in the tub.

I have to feed her with a bottle, and it seems she enjoys drinking at that way. Susy has still the body of a hot, beautiful girl, and sometimes I ask myself if she is feigning. I caressed at her hair as she fell asleep in my chest, so little, just like a real baby, with a pacifier in her mouth. I put her on a pair of socks with coloured ribbons and a baby bonnet. I love her.

She is definitively dominating the art of being regressed, and soon a lot of changes will come to our life.

SUSY’S DIARY

July 8

Dea diay:

Dadi Sam boo boo looves me. He shu suu... Susy beebee, hapi.

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