Root of the Revolution - part 1

There is debate amongst sociologists as to where the Regression Revolution originated. Most studies indicate Japan, where the social conditions triggered by the 'Abenomics' economy reforms may have been a significant catalyst.

The Japanese government of the time aimed to increase the number of women in employment but as they began to fall short of their targets, extreme policies were implemented.

Motoko Miyama was a young woman who found it difficult to find suitable employment. She opted to join one of the government schemes which offered to fast track her into a corporate role.

At first when a smart school uniform arrived in the mail Motoko was quite excited. She would be able to make new friends at the 'school' and get to feel like a cute teenager again in her uniform.

Her first day had been a disaster! Motoko hadn't read through the conditions of the program thoroughly. She had been utterly unprepared as the tutour had asked the pupils to display their underwear for a uniform check. Raising her skirt with shaky hands to reveal her panties to her teacher and peers had been humiliating but it was nothing compared to bizarre spectacle of seeing other people wearing pull-up diapers rather than adult underwear.

Motoko was scolded for apparently not arriving to class in proper uniform but since this was a first offense she was only cautioned and not punished.

Motoko sat down at a desk, pale faced, nervously eyeing a rattlin cane laying across the tutors desk. She knew it was illegal to use corporal punishment on children in schools but presently she was feeling uncertain of that rule extended to adults in the same setting. She made a note on her notebook to rigourously read through the terms and conditions of her placement when she got home in the evening. For now she would just have to keep quiet and get through her first day at the weird school.

"Pssstt." Her desk neighbour signalled and nodded down towards her open bag on the floor. 

"You can have one of my spares if you like?" She offered in a whisper.

Motoko glanced down at the school satchel and noticed that nestled next to books and a pencil case were five white pull-ups. "Um..." She responded hesitantly to the weird proposal.

Seeing Motoko's uncertainty her neighbour raised her hand and announced to the teacher that she had a spare pull-up for Motoko to wear. Motoko turned beet red as she was beckoned to the front, cotton coated pull-up in hand.

The teacher pulled down Motoko's panties on front of the class. When Motoko shrieked and resisted she got a sharp smack to her bottom which stunned her into submissive silence. Compliantly she stepped into the pull-up open for her and sniffed. Some people were gigglingly at her humiliation.

The teacher gestured Motoko to retake her seat. The feel of a padded pull-up hugging her bum felt alien to Motoko as she sat down on her new padding. She wondered why the school promoted this unusual uniform requirement.

"Welcome to Regression class." The teacher announced. Motoko's head hung, she knew it was going to be a long day.