Tale #5: Hypocritical Oath

Tale #5: Hypocritical Oath (A third chapter to 'As Before, Now Again') (Content tags: Hypnosis, messy diapers) Nothing had been sweeter up until that point, than first informing Matty that he'd indeed soiled his diaper during the session, and then secondly telling the boy's mother that the 'trauma' of introspection may involve him being more accident prone in general. She'd fibbed and said that the accidents would be temporary, if they were to happen at all, which had seemingly put the other woman at ease; of course the truth was that the accidents would only increase over the duration of the boy's therapy, culminating in a state that would be a perfect reflection of his cruel immaturity. She wouldn't make it permanent, at least she didn't think so; it'd be unnecessarily heartless to subject the boy to such a grave consequence. His hypnotic programming would have a sunset clause built in, but it'd only be after a long enough period that he could reflect, and only when he was truly repentant of his sins. Independent of his own potential for emotional growth, the doctor also would put a mandatory minimum on the time frame. This wasn't just about 'rehabilitating' a delinquent, it was also about punishment, and with a personal vendetta of her own, she wasn't about to be lenient. It was at odds with the ethics that she was supposed to be bound to. The hippocratic oath was supposed to insure that she do no knowing harm to a patient, but then there was the loophole: what if this would actually help Matty in the long run? At his current pace, the brat was bound to get in some real trouble with the law and actually ruin his life before it could start. He'd end up a thuggish asshole, unless she was willing to intervene and teach him the importance of empathy! Besides, it'd hard to get in trouble when the 'wrong crowd' rejected him for being a pants-shitting diaper boy. Yes. She was doing the right thing, and she was able to get revenge on behalf of her son; she didn't have to pick one or the other. At least, that's what she told herself, and any niggling doubts got stamped out by the thought of what she was trying to accomplish here. Another week had gone by, and it was time for their third session together. Dr. Farren had already caught wind of an interesting development, courtesy of her son, but she'd want Matty to tell her himself. The bully shuffled into her office, his fresh diaper rustling under his shorts, and then crinkling more loudly as he took a seat on the couch. "Hello Mathew, its nice to see you again. Before we get into it, would you like to tell me about your week?" The boy seemed caught off guard by the question, and he tilted his head to the side, unable to meet her gaze. "..It was okay. Nothing special." It didn't take a psychologist to see that her patient was trying to hide something from her. His nervous body language, his inability to make eye contact, and the meek wilt of his voice was pure confirmation of that. "Alright then. Maybe you'll want to talk more about it later in the session." She simply replied, picking up her notebook to begin the session. The doctor decided to wait on starting the hypnotic portion for now, instead asking him more general questions and communicating his problems in a more typical manner. Maybe it was some of the guilt giving her pause, but she really did need to make sure the sessions seemed legitimate. Passing the halfway mark, she got the pendulum from her desk and raised it up in front of her. "Alright Mathew, we're only going to do a little bit of the regression hypnosis today. I don't want to overwhelm you." She put him under like the first two times, but this time, she wasn't looking to probe his memories. This bout was purely for imprinting some mechanisms that would make the following sessions to come more easy for her. The doctor first told him that he'd become obedient to her questions, slipping into a half-dazed state whenever she called him 'Matty' instead of Mathew. The second mechanism was that he'd reenact the memory, much like when he was under deep hypnosis, when he was telling the doctor. "Okay, now awake." She snapped her fingers. The boy stirred and was released from the hypnosis. Not trusting himself, he looked to be fidgeting in his seat, to check whether his diaper had become wet or dirty; no warmth against his crotch, and no squish against his cheeks...He'd come out unscathed! There was a relieved energy to be seen from him, which didn't take but a moment to mutate into overconfidence. "Well, looks like I'm used to it now, doc...I didn't, uhh, well, 'you know'." He vaguely chirped, still too embarrassed to say 'diaper' or to discuss his lapses of bodily control. The doctor smiled coyly. "...Oh? No...Toileting issues this time? That's good. Now, Matty, I'm going to ask you again...Is there anything you want to tell me about how your week has been? Its important to know if you've had any... breakthroughs." With the trigger in place, Mathew had no choice but to unconsciously obey, even though the only 'breakthrough' he'd had this week was a massive turd 'breaking through' his parted buttcheeks and marring an otherwise pristine pair of white briefs. "Okay...Uh...Well, everything was going okay for most of the week, but on Thursday, there was a...problem, at school." The boy began to blab, seemingly doing it of his own volition. He felt compelled to tell her, even as he felt in control of his mind. "Me and this other kid in my class, we got into a little, umm, 'disagreement' about something..." Mathew fidgeted on the couch, clapsing his hands and looking guilty about what he was explaining. "What kind of disagreement? What happened?" "Well...He wouldn't 'help' me with my homework, and it got a little heated, and we kind of got into a bit of a fight..." Doctor Farren rose an eyebrow as she listened. The way it sounded, the brat hadn't done his homework, and had tried to strongarm a classmate into letting him copy. The trigger that she'd implanted last time couldn't have reacted well to that. "...And, I umm, I--...I pooped my pants.." Mathew finally choked out, his face painted in a childish shame at the confession. "I was yellin' at this kid, and umm, about to push him down, and I just...it just started to...Slide out, into my underwear." As Matty explained, his body was reacting, thanks to the most recent command that'd been implanted; the boy was so caught in the memory, that he didn't seem to realize he was making big trumpeting toots in his diaper. The doctor had to contain her laughter, especially as the flatulence began to be punctuated by the sound of wet crackling and his diaper crinkling. Exactly as the memory of Thursday was being relived, Mathew was pushing a giant solid turd into his puffy white youth diaper, without even an ounce of self-awareness. A large bump was beginning to stretch out the cloth material of his shorts, the obvious sign that he'd made a giant 'poopie' in his 'Pampers'. "I see...Matty, are you aware that you just...Evacuated in your 'disposable briefs', while telling me that story?" Her patient blinked, not understanding at first what she meant, until she clarified. "...Pooping your diaper. You pooped in your diaper, Mathew. Didn't you feel the need to go?" He looked like he might cry as the epiphany hit him and he could finally discern that she was correct in her analysis; he had a gargantuan steamer crammed in the back of his diaper. It was no small indiscretion, gambled fart, or sickly incident either. It was firm and it was huge, which meant he either had completely lost all control or had done it intentionally. Dr. Farren felt a little bad about it, seeing him on the verge of tears. She shook her head and glanced idly at the picture on her desk of her son. She turned back to the mortified boy, "Hmm, that's not a good sign. I do think that'll do it for today though. Please send your mother in, I need to discuss this session with her, and what... 'precautions' might be prudent for you." Big boy undies would be a thing of the past for Matty now. She watched the boy carefully waddle out, a large distinct lump, which tented out proudly, in the back of his shorts. She'd be writing another prescription for him to pick up: Pull-Ups to wear during the daytime, indefinitely. It was just the next step in doing the right thing; she was helping him. ...Right?