Tale #3: A Big Sesson #2

Tale #3: A Big Session #2 (Part 2 to 'As Before, Now Again') Doctor Farren had to hide her smile while confirming with Matthew that he'd been dressed appropriately for their appointment; she wished so much that she could have been a fly on the wall for the conversation that must have been, where his mother had laid down the law that he'd be going to therapy in diapers from now on. Even if she hadn't verbally confirmed it, the slight puffiness around his waist and the subtle rustling from him taking a seat was enough to verify what he had on underneath his slacks. How embarrassing this must be for him! Diapered like some drooling toddler in front of her, with memories of soaking his seat probably still fresh in his mind. "Last time might have just been a fluke, so this might be the only session that you need to wear those." She offered as a half-hearted consolation, not actually believing those words herself; considering what her plotting entailed, there was no actual chance that he'd get out of here without another forced accident. "Now, why don't we get back to where we stopped...I want you to relax your mind and focus on this pendulum for me." The preteen did what was asked of him and set his sights on the amulet that she casually dangled from between her finger and thumb. The doctor let it softly swing back and forth, creating a rhythmic sway for him to become engulfed in. His eyes bounced back and forth, dutifully following the trajectory in play. "Now...Last time, you were remembering an accident that you'd had as a child. I wanted to visit that again. I want you to return to that time, when you still had these accidents. What can you tell me about this time?" The woman delicately asked, keeping her tone flat and gentle in delivery, to insure that her patient didn't stray from the hypnotic state he was being placed in. "...The last time I peed my pants was when I was...ten. I didn't stop wetting my bed until last year; I had to wear Underjams, with plastic sheets on my bed..." Dr. Farren nodded and slowly brought the pendulum to a stop, once it was clear that Matty was fully under. She was familiar with the garment that he spoke of, since her own son had been wearing something similar, though not at the same age. Bryce, her own child, had stopped wetting the bed a year before it seemed that Matty had, which only made the bully's behavior all the more egregious. "So, even though you had the same problem...Actually, no, a worse problem, you still decided to spread that Bryce was a bedwetter? Why did you do that?" She had to steady her temperament to keep from yelling at the boy, still furious that he'd done such a hypocritical thing. "...Yes, I wanted the cool kids to like me. I thought if I had something funny to talk about, that they'd want to hang out with me." The doctor's fingers tensed around the clipboard that she'd picked up; he'd ruined her son's reputation just to impress some shithead kids? Just throwing Bryce to the wolves for something so petty? "I thought that Bryce was your friend? You were friends with him for a long time before that, weren't you?" "Yeah, me and Bryce were friends for a while, but he was just too dorky...It was embarrassing to be seen with him, so I stopped playing with him as much." Dr. Farren could confirm this fact. This little troglodyte had indeed stopped coming over to her house to play with Bryce, not all at once, but a steady stream had turned to a trickle, and then a drought. She'd already had to console her socially awkward son over this; Bryce wasn't very good at making friends, so losing his 'best friend' had been a rough time for him. "...You were still wetting your bed, and your pants on occasion, and you thought Bryce was too 'dorky' to associate with? Did Bryce know you did those things?" The mollified lad gave a short nod to the question. "Yeah...He knew I wet the bed, and he'd seen me have accidents before." The woman frowned, realizing her son had been too kindhearted to throw all that in Matty's face. Bryce could have used mutually assured destruction as revenge, but he hadn't. He had been a much better person than Matty... "Can you go back to that memory for me, Matty? The last time that you had an accident in front of Bryce? I want you to tell me about it, as its happening for you." Matthew's expression became even more vacant, as if his brain was literally rewinding to a state from several years ago. "Me and Bryce were at the park. It was on a Saturday afternoon...He'd spent the night at my house the day before, and we stayed up playing Xbox..." She began to listen to him, as he mindlessly played out the details of what had lead up to the event she'd requested. For Matthew, it was as if he was really sent back to that day, replaying the level of his memory, without the wherewithal to realize it was an induced state. "...So we went to the park, and we were playing on the swings, and I really needed to go to the bathroom...I was too embarrassed to say anything for a while, and we kept playing. After a while though, it just got too bad, and I told him that we needed to go...But then..." The woman leaned forward with the expectation to hear the telltale hissing of the boy soaking himself, to mimic the memory he was mentally reenacting. Instead, she heard a powerful muffled fart that hit a crescendo with a sloppy squelching. The doctor's mouth gaped open in surprise, this had been most unexpected! "...I started to poop in my pants. I couldn't hold it anymore, so I just had to stop and start pooping in my undies, like, a lot... Bryce thought it was kinda funny, but he didn't laugh that much..." She could hear a crackling sound following up his profound flatulence. Matty had to lean forward, still keeping that dopey gaze, even while he grunted and filled his diaper. It was somewhat impressive, that he was able to lay such a large load, so casually under the trance. It was pretty fortuitous that Matty had such a feeble mind to manipulate in the first place. "...And while pooping myself, I just let go and ended up peeing my pants too." She shook her head, now hearing that telltale hiss. This was a big turn of events! She'd thought that she might only be able to turn him into a pantswetter, but having this fresh a memory of soiling himself? She'd make sure he needed diapers for their full purpose and that he used them to their full potential. The boy sat back down fully in the chair, the hot excrement squishing under his weight and coating the rest of his rump. He seemed completely unaware of it. She listened to him explain the rest of the memory, which mostly dealt in getting back home to change, but the doctor had already gotten what she wanted most. "...Yes, thank you for telling me about that, Matty. Now, before I end the trance, I want you to think about the memory we discussed in our last session; that's still you. You still wet your bed and your pants, just like you did back then." The woman considered things for a moment, wondering how far she could push so early. "...And, if you try to bully anyone, then you'll flash back to the memory of you pooping yourself. Okay?" Matty nodded his empty little head, rocking around in his squishy seat. The doctor was satisfied and snapped her fingers, ending the lull that she had held over her patient's mind. He seemed dazed at first, not yet realizing the awful truth of what he'd done. "That'll be all today, Mathew. I think this was a very big session two!" That wasn't the only big 'number two' around here... "..Huh? Okay doc...Uh.." He sniffed the air and scrunched up his nose. "..What's that smell?" Doctor Farren smiled. "It's progress."