Regression Therapy

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Chapter Description: Things remain tense at home as Emily continues to live blissfully unaware about her wife's growing resentment. She is made an offer by Amelia, one that sounds almost too good to be true. Then Amelia decides to visit Catherine for some advice...

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Dinner that night was a very tense affair. Amelia had come back home an hour after leaving with the shopping she had previously asked Emily to get. She had cooked in silence and not even bothered to tell Emily when dinner was served. When Emily had walked out to the kitchen to get a soda, she simply saw her plate of food rapidly cooling on the side.

“What’s got into you?” Emily asked as she sat down opposite her wife at the table.

“Just… don’t.” Amelia replied tersely, “I’m not in the mood. I had a bad day at work and then… Just forget it.”

“Well, you shouldn’t take it out on me.” Emily said as she picked up her knife and fork, “That’s not fair.”

Emily looked up suddenly when she heard her wife’s cutlery hit the table. She looked so angry that there were tears in her eyes. It was almost like looking at a wild animal having to restrain itself from leaping across the table. Emily wondered what could’ve happened to bring this on.

“Fair?” Amelia muttered, “You want to talk about what’s fair?”

“I’m just saying…” Emily shrugged, “No need to jump down my throat.”

Amelia looked down at her plate. Emily thought she was having a serious debate with herself about something. She carried on eating regardless. It was a tense minute or so where Amelia looked alternately like she might explode or simply get up and walk away.

“I heard what you said to Catherine.” Amelia said quietly, “At your last therapy appointment.”

“You were eavesdropping on my therapy!?” Emily asked indignantly.

“I didn’t mean to.” Amelia continued in an even voice, “The door was open a crack and your voices carried. I heard you before I could even react. I just want to know if it’s true.”

“If what’s true?” Emily asked with a frown.

“That you aren’t going to look for a job or help out around the house like I’ve been asking.” Amelia looked up at last. She stared Emily right in the eyes.

“I…” Emily wasn’t sure what to say. She certainly didn’t have any plans to make her life harder than it needed to be but at the same time she didn’t want another lecture or argument. She fell silent and before she could work out what to say Amelia spoke again.

“Because if that’s truly what you want… it can be arranged.” Amelia stated.

“It… What?” Emily frowned. She hadn’t expected that.

“If you don’t want to work or do chores, just tell me.” Amelia shrugged as if to say it was no big deal, “Tell me you don’t want your adult responsibilities and I’ll take care of them.”

The room fell silent except for the ticking of the clock. Emily stared at her wife wondering if she had heard her correctly. After all the arguing and back and forth over the months Amelia seemed to be offering her exactly what she had always wanted.

“What do you mean?” Emily asked, “Is this a trick?”

“Forget it.” Amelia said as she stood up wither plate. She put the uneaten food in the trash and started leaving the room, “This is stupid.”

“Wait!” Emily said, “You’re serious?”

“Yes.” Amelia replied, “I’ve had enough arguing with you. Just tell me what you want and I can sort it out.”

“OK…” Emily said slowly. She was suspicious but she wasn’t going to miss what could be a once in a lifetime opportunity, “I… I don’t want my adult responsibilities. I don’t want to get a job and I don’t want chores. I just want to relax. Is that so bad?”

Emily watched her wife suspiciously. She was expecting there to be some kind of “gotcha” moment where her wife would suddenly get angry at her again. Instead, Amelia looked around the room slowly and then nodded her head.

“OK.” Amelia said. She even flashed Emily a little smile before leaving the room.

“OK?” Emily repeated as she was left alone in the kitchen feeling very confused.

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Amelia was driving home from work but at an intersection where the left turn lead to home she got into the right-hand turn lane. It had been a couple of days since her conversation with Emily and she was feeling nervous, she had no idea if she was doing the right thing but she knew just who to ask. The closer she got to her destination the more she was tempted to turn around and go home. She couldn’t though, her home life couldn’t survive much longer with the current status quo. She was either going to run away or go insane if something didn’t change.

The large building that held Catherine’s therapist office appeared on the left and Amelia turned into the parking lot. She had called from her office and knew her friend had a free slot; she wasn’t going for therapy though.

After parking Amelia made her way inside and up to the office. She was a little early and so sat in the waiting room feeling butterflies in her stomach. She really didn’t know what had possessed her to start on this path and she was quickly reaching a point where she wouldn’t be able to turn around. A large part of her thought she was crazy for even thinking about doing what she was going to do. At least if she was crazy, she was in the right place…

“Amelia, what’s up?” Catherine asked as the door to the office opened.

“Can we talk in your office?” Amelia asked.

“Of course, come on in.” Catherine held the door open and Amelia walked inside.

Catherine’s office was designed to be as non-threatening and relaxing as possible. The walls were a soft blue, there was a small glass table in the centre of a rug with a jug of water and some tissues on it. One side of the table had Catherine’s chair whilst the other side had a long couch where the patient could sit or lay down as desired.

“What’s up?” Catherine asked as she closed the door, “It’s not like you to be so secretive.”

“Everything said in this office stays in this office, right?” Amelia asked anxiously.

“Of course.” Catherine frowned, “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, everything is fine…” Amelia replied.

There was a pause as Amelia tried to work out how exactly she could bring up the reason for her visit without sounding completely crazy. Catherine was waiting for her to continue, her years of training and education teaching her to be patient. Amelia found herself looking around the room and wondering just what sort of things her wife had shared and if it was always like the stuff she had overheard the other day. She wondered how long Emily had been taking advantage of her…

“Amelia?” Catherine prodded gently, “What’s wrong?”

“I’ve decided that there needs to be some changes at home.” Amelia said simply, “I… I overheard the end of your last appointment with Emily.”

Catherine remained silent but Amelia could see she was going through a range of emotions. She looked angry and upset but also disappointed. Eventually she looked away from Amelia and shook her head.

“I didn’t mean to!” Amelia quickly clarified.

“I wish you hadn’t heard anything.” Catherine sighed, “It’s important that Emily trusts this space.”

“Well, I can’t help that.” Amelia replied, “But, like I said, I’ve decided, based on what she said, that we need to make changes at home.”

“OK.” Catherine said, “Why did you have to tell me this at the office?”

Amelia hesitated. What she had just said could indeed have been done anywhere or through any medium but it was merely the foundation for the real reason Amelia had come to Catherine’s office. She bit her lip and looked down at her hands. Eventually she knew she had to bite the bullet.

“What do you know about…” Amelia took a deep breath, “Regression therapy?”

“No.” Catherine immediately responded. Her harsh tone of voice was very much at odds with how she usually spoke, “Absolutely not.”

“Wait a minute…” Amelia put her hands up, “I’m just trying to get information.”

“You’re trying to get permission!” Catherine exclaimed. She looked around to make sure the door was closed and they weren’t going to be overheard. She leaned forwards and continued in a hiss, “Do you think I’ve forgotten about college!?”

Amelia would never forget her time in college. What Catherine was referring to was actually something that Catherine thought about often, usually when she had alone time late at night…

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Seven Years Previously…

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“We really shouldn’t keep doing this…” Catherine said as she bit her lip.

“Relax. It’s just a bit of fun.” Amelia lifted her head from between Catherine’s thighs.

“I know but… Ahh.” Catherine exclaimed.

Amelia had lowered her face back down to Catherine’s sex. Her tongue flicked out against the wet folds of her girlfriend’s lower lips. Her saliva became mixed with Catherine’s juices as she greedily lapped at the slit. She smiled as she heard Catherine moan, one of her hands was down between her own legs and playing with her own pussy, the moans of her partner heightening her own excitement.

“Ah, fuck…” Catherine’s skin glistened with sweat as her hips thrust into Amelia’s face.

Amelia could feel that Catherine was about to cum again. Her thighs started squeezing her head and she could hear her breathing become more ragged. Catherine’s hands came down and grabbed desperately at the back of Amelia’s head directing her to right where she was needed.

Catherine breathed in deeply and tensed as Amelia worked to keep up the rhythm and intensity. It seemed like the writhing woman was temporarily stuck in time and then with a massive exclamation and a tightening of her hands in Amelia’s hair Catherine climaxed. Amelia kept working through Catherine’s orgasm until the squirming woman was spent and literally pushing her head away.

Amelia was laying on her front and propped her head up on her hands as she looked between Catherine’s wide-open legs to her dreamy looking face. She had droplets of sweat all over, her tummy rose and fell rapidly as she caught her breath. Amelia, meanwhile, licked her lips and tasted Catherine’s juices.

“Fuck…” Catherine breathed, “You’re so good at that.”

“I have been told that.” Amelia replied with  a giggle.

“Do you want me to…?” Catherine was offering to return the favour.

“No, don’t worry about it.” Amelia replied as she ran a hand down one of Catherine’s shapely legs, “I want you to just lay back and enjoy the afterglow. Besides, I’ve got a class soon.”

“Are you sure?” Catherine asked.

“Yeah.” Amelia started making her way up the mattress and Catherine shifted over to give her room on the small dormitory bed, “But there is something I’d like to try later…”

“Oh?” Catherine opened her eyes and looked at Amelia.

“You’ll find out later.” Amelia winked.

Amelia slipped one arm underneath Catherine’s neck and the other was pressed on the sweaty woman’s heaving tits. She looked beautiful in any circumstance but in post-orgasmic bliss Amelia wanted to stay in bed with her forever. She moved her face forwards and they kissed. Amelia’s tongue quickly darted into Catherine’s mouth as they sloppily made out for a minute. When Amelia pulled back Catherine looked like she was in heaven.

“Still think we shouldn’t be doing this?” Amelia asked cheekily.

“I have no idea anymore.” Catherine whispered in reply.

“Just don’t overthink things with that big psychiatrist brain of yours.” Amelia said, “We’re two close friends having fun. If we become more than that, great. If we don’t then we’ll still always be best friends.”

“Pinkie promise?” Catherine asked as she help a hand with her little finger sticking out.

Amelia laughed and took Catherine’s pinkie with her own. After letting go Amelia finally got up. She could feel her own excitement running down her legs but she didn’t have time for any of that with classes soon, she would have a quick cold shower and save herself for that evening. When Amelia eventually left the apartment having almost got all the smell of sex and sweat off of her Catherine was still naked on the bed. Amelia wouldn’t have been disappointed if that was the scene she returned to after her classes.

Amelia hadn’t been able to concentrate in any of her lectures. All she could think about was Catherine and getting back into bed with her. Several times she had caught herself daydreaming and fantasising to the point that her panties had grown noticeably wet, it only made her even hornier, the naughtiness and obsession fuelling her passion.

Once Amelia’s last class ended, she wasted no time in practically running all the way back to her dorm. Catherine was sitting in the communal area in a dressing gown eating a yogurt and watching television but Amelia couldn’t waste time on small talk or pleasantries.

“Catherine, my room.” Amelia called out. Thankfully none of their housemates appeared to be home but Amelia wouldn’t have cared if they were.

Amelia went straight into her bedroom and started stripping her clothes. When Catherine walked in Amelia immediately cut off her attempted greeting as she practically pounced on and passionately kissed her friend. Catherine had to back up to the wall next to the still open door. Only a minute later did Amelia pull away, licking her lips and tasting Catherine.

“Are you crazy?” Catherine asked. Her cheeks were flushed, “The others might come home and hear us.”

“Come on, as if they haven’t heard you screaming my name most nights.” Amelia smirked.

Catherine’s blush became much deeper but she hid her face temporarily by turning around and closing the door. Amelia was filled with nervous excitement. She had never shared what she was planning to share that night and whilst she was ninety-five percent sure Catherine wouldn’t react badly that last five percent was enough to make her wonder if she was doing the right thing.

“What’s got you so worked up?” Catherine asked.

“You.” Amelia replied, “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“Amelia…” Catherine suddenly looked a little anxious, “You know I’m not looking for a relationship.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not in love with you, I’m just lusting over that hot body of yours.” Amelia replied as she closed in on her friend again.

The truth was that Amelia wasn’t sure how she felt about Catherine. She was increasingly certain she wanted to be more than friends but she knew Catherine’s limits. It’s what made their friends with benefits relationship even more exciting, they could experiment with each other without all the messy relationship stuff that came with having a partner. It was this feeling of freedom that had Amelia ready to share her innermost secret.

Amelia kissed Catherine again as the two made their way over to the bed. She reached down and pulled the cord on her friend’s dressing gown letting the robe fall to the floor and leaving them both naked.

“There’s something I want to share with you.” Amelia whispered as she pulled away but remained inches from Catherine’s face, “But I’m scared.”

“Scared?” Catherine replied, “What is it?”

“I have a fetish that I haven’t told you about.” Amelia’s heart was pounding and it wasn’t just because her large breasts were pressed against Catherine’s, “A kink I’m worried you’ll judge me for.”

“Oh?” Catherine seemed interested, “You know me. You know I won’t judge you for anything.”

Amelia turned to her closet as Catherine sat down on the bed. She opened the doors and looked at the corner where she kept the objects of her desire. She bit her lip as she had last second wobbles about whether she should actually do this. Was it already too late to back out?

“Amelia?” Catherine said from the bed, “What is it? As long as you haven’t got a literal skeleton in the closet, I promise whatever it is, you can trust me with it.”

Amelia reached and picked up the plastic packaging. She brought it close to her chest and then, with a final deep breath, turned around. She looked over the top of the packet nervously as Catherine frowned slightly.

“Diapers?” Catherine said, “You’re into... diapers?”

“For as long as I can remember.” Amelia said quietly, “I don’t know what it is about them. The feeling of padding, the sound of the crinkling, how it feels when they’re used, the humiliation… what?”

“You use them?” Catherine asked with even more surprise.

Amelia was red in the face and worried that Catherine was taking it badly. She slowly nodded her head. Her friend’s expression was inscrutable. She stepped closer and Catherine took the package from her hands. Amelia watched her turn it over and examine it all, still she said nothing. The packet was open and Catherine pulled one of the folded-up diapers out giving it the same level of scrutiny as the packet. Amelia was practically falling over from nervousness. It felt weird seeing her best friend examining her darkest secret.

“This is so…” Catherine paused for several extra heartbeats. Amelia winced ready for the bad reaction she now felt sure was coming. Catherine looked up with a smile, “Interesting!”

“Huh?” Amelia replied dumbly.

“We’ve been studying paraphilias in class and it’s been really interesting. I never thought I’d experience one up close like this!” Catherine said with growing enthusiasm.

“Para-whats?” Amelia frowned.

“Fetishes.” Catherine clarified.

“You’re not weirded out by it?” Amelia asked nervously.

“Not at all!” Catherine quickly said, “I’m interested. Do you want me to put one on or do you want to wear one yourself? Or both of us?”

Amelia was shocked that not only had Catherine accepted what she had revealed so wholeheartedly but she wanted to immediately take part. She had told her friend she wasn’t in love with her but as Amelia saw the eagerness in Catherine’s eyes, she felt her heart swell a little bit. Her eagerness to take part in Amelia’s interest made Catherine all that more attractive.

That night was one of the most passionate in Amelia’s life. Amelia had put Catherine into one of the diapers and then played with her as she ran her hands over the padding and her friend’s body. Soon she was putting a diaper on herself and the two sat with their legs spread grinding the padding against each other. Amelia had wet her disposable with Catherine watching with interest, when her friend had touched the warm padding afterwards, she thought she might explode. Later on in the evening Amelia even managed to get Catherine to wet herself and whilst it was incredibly hot for her Catherine seemed a bit nonplussed by it. They were locked together until the sun came up and were both exhausted in bed the next morning having both had many orgasms.

After that night diapers were an occasional thing added to their repertoire of sexual experimentation. Perhaps a couple of times a month they would get them out. Apart from that Amelia wore often around Catherine who was always interested but in a more clinical than sexual way. Amelia even introduced some adult baby elements but things were not to last.

All good things must come to an end. The semester ended and both Amelia and Catherine went to their respective homes. Whilst at home Catherine met someone and started a relationship and that ended the friends with benefits situation Amelia had so enjoyed. She couldn’t escape the sense of heartbreak she felt when Catherine told her, especially when her friend had said to her that she wasn’t looking for anything serious. According to Catherine it “just happened.”

Amelia met Emily not long after and, perhaps on the rebound, quickly fell into a relationship herself. Obviously, Amelia and Catherine remained friends but there was, at least from Amelia’s side, an air of tension that appeared and didn’t go away for a long time. She felt hurt even though she knew it was unfair to feel that way.

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Present Day…

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“This isn’t like back then…” Amelia said as she pulled herself out of her reverie, “I want to help Emily.”

“You want to help her by regressing her?” Catherine shook her head, “Amelia, I am aware of regression therapy and it is… controversial to say the least. Can it help people? Maybe. I don’t think there’s much research into the benefits and…”

“So it MIGHT help?” Amelia interrupted.

“Or it might not.” Catherine said, “How did you get Emily to agree to anything like that? It seems out of character for her.”

Amelia looked down at her hands and bit her lip.

“Oh my god… You haven’t talked to her about it.” Catherine looked more shocked than ever. She was shaking her head again.

“You don’t understand!” Amelia quickly exclaimed.

“I understand that you’re using your fetish in an unethical way.” Catherine retorted.

“I’m not!” Amelia was mostly telling the truth, “Emily wants this. She wants to give up her adult responsibilities, she told me that much. I was thinking that if I took it to the extreme, she would learn her lesson and after it was over she would be much better off.”

“That’s not how it works!” Catherine threw her hands up.

“How do you know?” Amelia replied.

Catherine opened her mouth and after a short pause let out a sigh. She hung her head and Amelia recognised the look of defeat on her face. She didn’t know for sure whether Amelia’s extreme plan would work or not. She spent thirty seconds shaking her head and seemingly going over things in her mind.

“I can’t tell you what to do.” Catherine finally said, “I’m not your therapist but speaking as a friend I want to tell you to be careful. I don’t advise you to do it.”

“I understand.” Amelia replied.

Silence fell over the room. Amelia didn’t know if there was anything else to be said or done, she waited whilst Catherine continued to look down at the floor. More than anything Amelia wished she was able to see inside her friend’s head and know what she was thinking. She often wondered what might’ve been if Catherine had been against a relationship with her, sometimes she still fantasised about an alternate reality where she and Catherine lived together.

“Is there anything else?” Catherine asked. There was a little coldness to her voice that hadn’t been there before.

Amelia shook her head and stood up. She started to walk past Catherine when the still seated therapist shot out a hand to grab Amelia’s. Amelia stopped and felt tingles where their skin touched, she looked down and to the side at Catherine who was looking right back up at her.

“I mean it.” Catherine said seriously, “Be careful.”

After a couple of seconds Catherine let go of Amelia’s hand and turned away to face the couch again whilst frowning. She very much gave Amelia the impression of someone with a lot on her mind and, perhaps, not saying everything that she wanted to. Amelia decided against pressing any further, she had worn out her welcome by dropping this on her friend.

“Goodbye.” Amelia said as she started to leave. Catherine only grunted in response.

Amelia went back down to her car. Catherine’s reaction hadn’t been entirely unexpected but it was still disappointing. At the same time Amelia hadn’t been dissuaded from her plan. As she drove out of the car park she knew what her next destination would be. She didn’t have a doubt in her mind over what she was going to do and, in a way, she felt Catherine didn’t disagree with her. Her logic was that Catherine knew how lazy Emily had become and if she truly disagreed with the idea, she would’ve worked harder to stop it. On some level Amelia knew she was just making excuses but any critical voices were pushed to the back of her mind and locked in a box.

About halfway home Amelia turned off the road and into a parking lot. She got out of the car and walked straight into the pharmacy next door. On aisle three Amelia found the section she was looking for. She scrunched up her mouth in thought as she looked around at all the different products. There was a lot more choice than she had imagined…

Emily yawned as she reached lazily for another handful of potato chips on the table next to her. She was face up on the couch and opened her mouth to drop the food in, crumbs were scattered all over her front as well on the couch, floor and table around her. She didn’t care, Amelia would clean that up.

“This is the life.” Emily said to herself as she stretched out on the couch cushions.

Emily felt victorious. After endless arguments over her behaviour, it finally seemed like Amelia had genuinely given up trying to get her to be productive. At last, she was going to be able to just lay back and enjoy life. It didn’t feel particularly unfair to her, she knew Amelia enjoyed working and could do so from home most days, letting her do all the work was almost like a treat. That’s how Emily justified everything at least. She rolled over on to her side causing a cascade of crumbs to fall off her chest. She started flicking through the channels on the television to find something to watch.

Before Emily had settled on anything she heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. She didn’t bother to move, not even when she heard a key in the door. The back of the couch blocked the doorway but Emily could hear her wife taking off her coat and shoes.

“Hello.” Amelia said as she walked in and sat down on the armchair that was to the right of the couch and facing inwards.

“Hi.” Emily grunted back without looking over. If she had done, she would’ve noticed Amelia pursing her lips and looking at the mess of crumbs Emily had made.

“How’s your day been?” Amelia asked sunnily.

“Fine.” Emily replied.

“Can I get you a drink?” Amelia asked.

This did make Emily sit up and look at her wife. Whilst being unable to stop Emily from being slovenly Amelia had rarely facilitated it. She was smiling though, maybe she had come round on Emily’s way of thinking even more than she had previously thought. Emily certainly wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Sure.” Emily said.

“Be right back.” Amelia replied as she stood up.

Emily stretched out just a little bit more. It didn’t feel like things could be more perfect as she listened to Amelia preparing the drinks. When her wife came back out Emily held out a hand and took the glass offered to her.

“Enjoy.” Amelia said as she sipped her own.

Emily sat up with a grunt and drank some of the juice. Quite quickly she noticed a slightly strange taste. She pulled the glass away from her lips with a confused look and then sniffed the drink. It smelled fine but the taste was just a little off.

“It tastes a bit… weird.” Emily said as she licked her lips.

“Oh, it’s a new brand.” Amelia said with a quick shrug, “Mine tastes fine.”

Emily drank some more. It was definitely noticeably different from what she was used to but it didn’t taste too bad. She soon downed the rest and put the empty glass on the table as she belched. She saw Amelia looking at where the empty drinking vessel was now sitting and smiling before she drank some more of her own juice.

“I’ll get dinner ready then.” Amelia said as she picked up some of the debris Emily had made with her snacks.

For the next half an hour Emily remained on the couch but then something strange happened. She felt her bladder warning her that she needed to go to the toilet, there was nothing unusual in that, and yet within ten seconds the urge had grown dramatically. She got up off the couch and after taking a few steps found the urge growing even greater.

“Everything OK?” Amelia called from the kitchen as she heard the rapid footsteps.

Emily didn’t answer as she half-ran up the stairs to the only bathroom in the house. She pulled down her pants and underwear and sat on the toilet. Almost immediately a stream of urine started to splash against the front of the bowl, she sighed feeling a great relief but remained confused as to what had caused the very sudden need in the first place. She hoped she wasn’t getting something like a urinary tract infection, there was no pain at least.

Once she was finished Emily went back downstairs. She was just in time as it turned out as she could hear Amelia getting a couple of plates out of the cupboard. Emily walked in and sat down in her usual spot. She tried to act casually but couldn’t shake of the concern of her rapid trip to the bathroom.

“Everything alright?” Amelia asked quite quickly.

“Yeah.” Emily shrugged, “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I just thought I heard you running upstairs…” Amelia said casually. She had her back to Emily and was dishing up food.

“Oh, yeah, I just needed the bathroom.” Emily said.

“But… running?” Amelia continued to prod, “It’s not like you to run for anything.”

“Well, geez, sorry if I wanted to get some exercise.” Emily lied before continuing defensively, “Why are you so interested?”

“You know me.” Amelia said as she brought the plates over, “Just worrying about you.”

Emily didn’t wait for her wife to sit down before picking up her knife and fork and tucking into her meal. Just like earlier Amelia prepared them both drinks and, just like earlier, Emily could taste the strange difference from what she was used to.

“You should get the old juice.” Emily said as she put her half-finished glass down, “This stuff isn’t as good.”

Amelia didn’t respond. Emily continued with her meal which was as delicious as ever. She had never really understood why Amelia had wanted her to take over cooking duties when she was so much worse at it. She barely paused for breath as she wolfed down everything on her plate, if there had been enough for seconds she would’ve taken it as well.

Emily had just let out a loud belch when she felt the need to urinate coming on strongly again. She froze up and then quickly got of her seat. With one hand clamped to the front of her pants Emily rushed out of the kitchen and nearly fell over as she ran upstairs. She got to the toilet just in time. As she heard the tinkle of her urine splashing into the porcelain bowl she dropped her head into her hands. It had been another close call and she couldn’t explain why this was happening.

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Over the next few days Emily found that her problem wasn’t getting any better. If anything, it was getting progressively worse. She would be watching TV or playing a game and then feel the very sudden need to pee, it always came on quickly and required urgent attention. It was bad enough when Amelia was at work but when she was home it was even harder for Emily to hide that something seemed wrong.

Searching the internet Emily could find little to explain her sudden problem. She didn’t have any other symptoms of anything after all. The one possible match was stress but that didn’t seem to make sense, Emily had never been less stressed than she was right then with no expectations on her at all.

Despite these sudden urges of desperation Emily had so far made it to the toilet each and every time. That wasn’t to say there hadn’t been close calls and on more than one occasion Emily found that her panties were a little damp as she looked down at them. Amelia even made a comment about the amount of panties being washed which did nothing to make her feel better. So far though it seemed like she had been able to hide most of her problems from Amelia.

Somehow, despite the various rushes to the bathroom, Amelia seemed oblivious to the problem. Emily was amazed that her usually intuitive wife seemed to not notice that something major had changed. She wasn’t complaining, the last thing she needed was Amelia getting on her back about it, but she didn’t think she was going to be able to keep up the secret forever. Unfortunately for Emily the truth came out long before she was ready.

It was the evening and after dinner Amelia had disappeared upstairs whilst Emily remained on the couch. She was being extra vigilant with her bladder and trying to make sure that there were no accidents. She was trying to stay calm, after all if it was stress causing her bladder issues then staying calm would surely help. However, that only lasted until she felt her bladder twinge and she almost immediately started to panic. She jumped up from her seat and ran for the stairs whilst clenching every muscle she could to hold back the flood.

Reaching the bathroom door with only a small leakage into her cotton panties Emily pulled on the handle only to find the door was locked. Her eyes grew wide in panic and she could hear that the shower was running inside. This was a disaster for her and it was something she had been terrified of ever since her bladder weakness had started. There was only one bathroom in the house but at that point it wouldn’t have mattered if there was more, there was no way Emily would make it. Her knees shook and her hand went down between her legs in a desperate attempt to delay the inevitable.

“Hey!” Emily yelled as she banged on the door repeatedly, “Hey!”

“What?” Amelia’s voice called out over the sound of the shower.

“I need the toilet!” Emily’s face was going red. She felt some more urine dribble out of her as the pressure inside grew.

“I’ll just be a minute.” Amelia called out without concern.

Emily didn’t have a minute. She didn’t have many seconds and she knew it. Her eyes filled with tears and all her brain could think about was if there were any places she could get to before it was too late. Unfortunately, Emily’s body was losing the fight. There was another slightly longer dribble and Emily could feel the hand covering herself up getting warm and wet.

Emily banged on the door again in frustration but there was no time left. Emily felt her bladder muscles tremble and then, agonisingly slowly, they started to relax. Emily let out a howl of defeat as she felt a small stream of pee soaking her already wet panties. The cotton could hold very little and soon the urine was cascading down her legs and soaking the hand that was still uselessly trying to hold back the tide. No amount of clenching would stop the flow. Emily was helplessly wetting herself and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

With a whine of defeat Emily lost what little control she still had over her bladder and the stream became a torrent. She looked down at her pants as she saw huge streaks of darkness quickly spreading down to the floor. The wetness sticking her pants to her leg uncomfortably rapidly cooled.

“OK, it’s all yours.” Amelia opened the door.

Emily was still pissing her pants as Amelia looked out at her wrapped in her dressing gown. Emily let out a choked sob and raised both her hands up to hide her face, she almost immediately was nearly overwhelmed by the smell of urine. She was helpless as the stream continued unabated and Amelia watching her shameful act in apparent shock.

The urine was dripping out from the bottom of Emily’s pants and wetting the floor between her feet. By the time the flow stopped she was soaked and in tears. She had ever felt so humiliated before and didn’t know what to do, there was no way to make this all OK, all she could manage was shaky sobbing as Amelia stared at her. What on Earth must Amelia think of her...?

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