Deviation Actions
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Inallie was a very serious, rather studious sort of woman. She was an elf who took her duties rather seriously at all times, no matter what the situation was. It was because of the fact that she took her job so seriously that she was constantly stressed out. She never really had any opportunities to take breaks and just relax.
However, luckily for her, one such opportunity had presented itself to her right here and now. This was one of the few times where there was a lull in activity for her, meaning she could finally de-stress and just relax. To that end, she had decided to go to a nearby spa that she had seen advertised around here and there. From what she remembered, the spa offered your typical treatments, but also offered a special treatment that was only referred to as “Pampering”. Inallie didn’t know what kind of treatment that would be, but it seemed interesting enough to her, so she decided to go with that.
As soon as Inallie walked in, another female elf greeted her with a calm smile, walking up to her to help get her what she needed. “Welcome to our spa, ma’am. What can I do for you today?” She asked. Luckily, Inallie already knew exactly what she wanted, so she just decided to ask for that.
“Ah, I heard this spa had some special treatment called… pampering. I’ve never heard of such a treatment, so I would like to ask for that today.” Inallie responded. This seemed to surprise the other elf, who gasped for a moment before returning to her smile.
“Oh, my. That one doesn’t get requested very often. Forgive me, I’m just surprised to hear that someone wants that treatment, especially someone of your… status and personality. But I won’t say anything more. Please, do come with me~” The employee said, beginning to walk off. Inallie was confused by the other woman’s surprised reaction to the request, but she shrugged it off and followed her anyway.
Before too long, the two women had arrived in front of a door. On the very front of it was a nameplate that read “Pampering Treatment Room”. The employee opened the door, and gestured for Inallie to step inside. “This is where your treatment shall be taking place. Please, head inside.” Inallie nodded, and walked inside, closing the door behind her as she did so.
Once she stepped inside, there was another woman waiting there, wearing a simple light blue dress with a white, frilly apron on the front. She also had a smile on her face, but this one seemed more… warm, for lack of a better term. Sitting in the corner of the room was a large table of some kind, along with an unmarked box.
“Hello, miss… Inallie, right?” The woman asked, prompting a nod from Inallie to tell her that she got it right. “Excellent. How are you today? Are you prepared for your treatment?”
Inallie nodded once more. “Yes, of course. I’m very interested to see what sort of treatment this ‘pampering’ is. Shall we get on with it?” She asked. The employee nodded, and motioned towards the table in the corner of the room. Inallie assumed that this was the first part of some kind of massage, and walked over to the table, laying down on her stomach. In response, the employee promptly shook her head and walked over, proceeding to turn Inallie around so that she was laying on her back.
Inallie was confused once more by this. However, she just assumed that it was part of the treatment, since it was a treatment she had never heard of before. So she just laid back, closing her eyes and waiting for the massage to start…
...Only to feel her pants and underwear being removed instead. Her eyes immediately flew open and looked down, only to find that the employee had her pants and underwear resting in her arms. The employee set the clothing down elsewhere, and then immediately turned back to Inallie and her bare lower region.
“What are you doing? What sort of treatment requires you to remove my clothing?!” She asked, trying her best to cover herself up.
“It’s all part of the treatment, I assure you. We need to take off your old clothes to make way for the new clothes that the treatment requires you to wear.” The employee said, her smile not fading for a moment. Inallie was starting to get more and more confused and apprehensive about this whole situation, but she decided to just close her eyes once more and let the treatment continue.
At this point, Inallie figured that she was ready for anything that the employee could do to her. All her clothes were removed one by one, and soon enough, she was completely naked. She expected the massage to finally begin at this point, but instead, she felt her legs being lifted up, and something being placed underneath her rear. It was soft, and rather thick. She assumed it was just a pillow, but then the employee wrapped it around her waist.
It was at this point that Inallie knew exactly what was happening. She opened her eyes, only to see that there was suddenly a diaper wrapped snugly around her waist. She immediately jumped off the table, looking at her new padding with a bewildered expression.
“What is the meaning of this?! There is no logical explanation for any treatment needing me to wear… this!” Inallie yelled angrily, gesturing to what she had been made to wear. “I assumed this would be some kind of massage, not… whatever this is!”
The employee looked confused by Inallie’s protests to her treatment, tilting her head as she spoke. “Massage?” She asked. “The pampering treatment involves no such thing. I assumed you knew this coming in.” This only bewildered Inallie further, and she decided to ask some follow-up questions so she could get a better understanding as to just what she had signed herself up for.
“If this treatment doesn’t involve any massaging, then what does it involve? How is this meant to help people relax?” She asked, looking down at her diaper once more before blushing and immediately looking back up. The employee would have to give her a really, really good explanation as to why this treatment required diapers to get her to stay, or else she would just storm out right then and there.
The employee had probably gotten questions like this quite often, because she almost immediately responded with quite a lengthy explanation. “This treatment involves the usage of mental regression to help customers escape from the stress of their normal lives. Of course, mental regression also comes with the caveat of losing any… bathroom training you’ve received over the course of your life, so we have our customers wear diapers as a countermeasure. We’d rather clean you up than clean the floor, after all.” She said, laughing a bit at the last part.
“Mental… regression?” Inallie asked, before shaking her head rapidly. “Absolutely not. I am not taking part in this.” She said, walking over to the door, cringing at the crinkling noise her diaper was making with every step she took. As soon as she reached it, she tried to open the door, only to find that it was incapable of being opened. “What… Why can’t I open this door?!” She yelled out.
“Well, we can’t our regressed customers wandering around the spa, disturbing others, so as long as the treatment is taking place, this particular wing of the spa is the only one you will be able to access.” The employee said. “Now then, you can either go along with the treatment and hopefully lessen the weight of the stress in your mind, or you can sit here for a few hours, wait for the door to unlock, and likely leave here even more stressed than you were before.”
Inallie took a moment to consider her options. While she didn’t want to go through with this treatment by any means, she also didn’t want to leave here even more stressed than she was before. With a long, drawn-out sigh, she walked away from the door, heading back towards the employee.
“Fine… I’ll try out this treatment for a while… I don’t exactly have any other choice…” Inallie muttered bitterly. The employee smiled gently, and decided that she might as well get on with it then.
“Well then, are you prepared for the most crucial stop of the treatment? By that, of course I mean--” The employee began, before a hand was raised by Inallie to stop her.
“Yes, I know. Now comes the actual mental regression itself.” Inallie said, turning her head away in anger. “Just get it over with so that I can get out of here sooner.” She muttered, clearly still very upset about the circumstances she had been led into.
The employee nodded, and immediately began to use some form of magic. This, Inallie assumed, was the magic that would lead into her regression. So, while she was still against it, she didn’t really object to it at all, seeing as how she had no other choice.
The magic was performed rather quickly, and once it was done… Inallie didn’t really feel any different. In fact, she could swear that she felt exactly the same. With a confused look, she turned to the employee. “Uh… Did you do it wrong…? I don’t feel any different…” She asked. The employee shook her head in response, her smile still ever present.
“No, I did it correctly~ It simply takes a while to fully take effect. For now, let’s go into the other room. It’s time for your feeding~!” The employee said, walking over to another room and gesturing for Inallie to follow. She followed without much hesitation, though she felt like walking was a little bit harder than it was before…
Before long, the two women had arrived in the other room, and all that was in there was a large refrigerator, along with a single high chair that seemed to be sized up to fit grown adults. Inallie knew exactly what was expected of her, and her suspicions were only confirmed when the employee removed the tray from the high chair, gesturing towards the seat to tell Inallie to sit down. With a small sigh, she obliged, sitting down in the high chair and blushing as the tray was placed back over her, leaving her unable to get back out.
Once Inallie was placed into the high chair, the employee walked over to the refrigerator, grabbing a large jar of applesauce and carrying it over to the other girl, along with a small pink spoon. When the employee was standing right in front of the high chair, she opened the jar of mush, scooping some of it up onto the spoon and holding it out towards the girl.
Normally, Inallie would be very averse to being fed like this, but something in her mind made her open her mouth without hesitation. She could only assume that her eagerness to be fed was the effects of the regression taking even more of an effect on her. As soon as she opened her mouth, the employee smiled, and placed the spoon into Inallie’s mouth, watching the girl close her mouth and then immediately swallow it before opening up for more. It didn’t take long before all the applesauce was gone, and Inallie’s feeding was complete.
“Did you enjoy the food? We find that it’s quite popular with most people who decide to take up this treatment. “The employee asked. Inallie responded by nodding happily, with an excitement that was comparable to actual infants. The employee smiled at this, proceeding to then remove the tray from the high chair and let Inallie back out onto the ground.
With every passing moment, Inallie could feel herself getting more and more regressed. And that fact was very evident by a sudden, but sharp hissing noise coming from the girl. With a smile, the employee kneeled down to the girl’s level, feeling her diaper with a squish. “Ooooh, looks like someone needs to be changed~” She teased, picking up the girl and carrying her back into the room with the changing table. Inallie was impressed by the amount of strength this woman seemed to possess, and she held onto her tightly so that she didn’t accidentally slip out of the woman’s grasp.
The employee soon walked into the main room, and laid Inallie down on the changing table. By the time she had been placed onto the table, the regression had almost taken full effect of her mind, and she was wiggling around and looking at the room like a curious infant. This made the employee giggle, and she immediately started to change the girl’s diaper. The change was rather uneventful, and before too long, she was in a fresh diaper once more, and was brought back into the feeding room.
After setting Inallie down on the ground, the employee reached into the fridge once more, pulling a nice, cold bottle of milk, along with a plate holding a slice of cake that she had been saving for an occasion like this. She placed the cake and bottle right in front of Inallie, and the regressed girl smiled brightly before taking the cake into her hand and eating it that way.
With a smile, the employee sat in a nearby chair, watching Inallie as she just had fun and ate her cake like a good little girl. She would have to make sure Inallie came by this spa more often from here on out...
