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The Bet by Karen Singer Chapter 13 (Thursday - week 2) In the early morning hours, before consciousness could take hold of him, he dreamed. In his dream he was wetting his diapers, strongly. Something fought its way through to his sleeping conscious mind and Chad woke up with a start to discover that he really was peeing into his diapers. He was a bit unnerved because he realized that he had woken up, not because he had to pee, but because he was already peeing. It was a strange, and troubling, feeling. Yet, somehow, he found it exciting. His diapers felt bulky, more than he would have expected. Had he wet himself while he was sleeping? He didn't think so because he was sure he would have remembered it. Besides, he had woken up this time. He pressed his legs closer together against the bulk of his diapers. They were full and heavy. Familiar and comforting. Still surprised that he had actually started to pee without waking up, he allowed himself to drift slowly back to sleep again. To dream. But morning dreams are very different than late night dreams. Morning dreams are more sexually stimulating and therefore much more urgent. Little pinpricks of pain began seeping their way into his dreams. Disturbing little things. Adding elements to his dream that fueled his need even more, which in turn increased the pain of the pinpricks. He started to come more awake, but he still held on to his dream. A dream that was nothing but need and desire. Like a raging bull, that need seemed to overcome him, he reached for that need inside of his dream. The abrupt swelling of his penis brought instant severe pain to his half-asleep mind. The tight confines of his cock restraint suddenly added yet another misery. Even through the pain, he tried to will himself to get bigger, he wanted and needed it that much. Yet the restraint denied him completely. It's diminutive size foiling him utterly. Losing the dream now and only wanting the feeling of getting hard, he fought harder against the pain and the device. But there was no way to win. No way to even come close to realizing the slightest piece of what he wanted... needed. Foiled and in great pain, he came fully awake. He slapped both his arms against his blow-up mattress in frustration. "Aaarrrggghhh!" he yelled into the still dark room. He rolled over onto his back and concentrated on the feelings he was getting from his device. Horrible feelings. The pain from those little teeth burned enormously. For the first time he could feel pain in the very tip of his cock from where the slits in the device for his pee to come out of were pressing all too tightly up against the tip of his penis. Pain from tip to base, and no way stop it. Even if he could get at it inside his all too bulky diapers, there would be nothing he could do about it. The only remedy for him was to get soft again... somehow. He slapped his bed and screamed again. He hated the dreaded device more than ever. Not being able to sleep anymore, he got to his feet and made his way toward his living room, turning on his bedroom light as he went through the door. That light was enough to get him to his kitchen, not that he had to worry about bumping into any furniture anyway. He turned his kitchen light on and immediately noticed the note that Mel had left him sometime during the night. He walked over and read it. Sissy, One bottle as soon as you read this. Get cleaned up and into two fresh diapers Second bottle Girdle and tan pants today, everything else is up to you Don't do your makeup at home, bring it all with you to do here Third bottle Don't forget your pacifier when you're not drinking Chad read it and felt his anger grow. "Everything else is up to you," he mentally repeated. The very phrase made him furious. She knew perfectly well that the only choice he really had was what shirt to wear. Of course he could always wear a pair of high heels to work instead of the low heeled shoes he had worn yesterday... but not likely! He noticed again the bulk of the diapers between his legs. They were so full... so heavy that they sagged. Had he possibly wet himself without knowing it? Couldn't be! He remembered again waking up that one odd time when he caught himself already wetting. It had been strange, really strange! Angrily, he grabbed Mel's note and wrinkled it up into a ball and threw it at the bag he was using for a trash can. It went right in. He cared that it went in, but he didn't care. The device was still hurting him. And he was angry. He was suddenly very sorry he had ever agreed to this bet. He was tired of wearing diapers. He was tired of being so constantly humiliated that he'd never ever live it down. He had never dreamed things would be like this. He had never dreamed it could hurt so much. He wanted out. He wanted it to end. He had had enough. He walked back towards his bedroom, intent on removing his diapers and ripping off the cling wrap that Mel had put around everything. Denying him. He was finished. The bright light from the kitchen behind him mixing with the dim light of his bedroom cast strange shadows around his empty living room. As he waddled through, he couldn't help but notice the framed contract that hung on his wall, one of the few things that was in the room. He stopped in front of it and just looked at it. He didn't have to read it, he knew what was in it all too well. Mel was a lawyer, and he had no doubt a good one. His eyes fell on the signatures where the contract had been properly notarized... made all too official and binding. By the terms of the contract, the only way he could come out of this well was to win it. The reality of anything else was too horrible to think about. He wasn't a quitter. He never had been. The contract was legal and binding. Quitting would only condemn him to a life of exactly what he was going through already. He had no choice, he couldn't quit. His only real solution was to somehow win this bet. A bet he had no doubt at all that he could win... would win. But winning was still a long time away. In the meantime, he was stuck with whatever wicked and weird things she could think up to make him ever more miserable. And he knew now that she could be particularly devilish. Disgusted and angry with his whole life, he headed to his bathroom to change his diapers early. Wow, they felt full. Had he wet himself in his sleep last night? Couldn't be! He would have remembered it. Mel allowed herself to sleep an extra half hour. When her alarm went off, she was already mostly awake. She stretched, enjoying the fact that for once she wouldn't have to hurry out to unlock Chad's onesie and he could change himself. She was fairly sure she didn't have to worry about any of the reasons she had locked him in the onesie in the first place. With his chastity device now firmly in place and his toilet all sealed up, there wasn't much he could do anyway. Thinking about how much she now had him under her thumb, stimulated her sexual need tremendously. She sighed. If only she wasn't on her period! She got up and went into her kitchen to make some coffee, then headed to take her shower while it was brewing. Chad sat dejectedly in the only chair he had, finishing his third baby bottle of the morning. He had already peed twice since he had changed himself earlier. He considered changing himself again before he went to work. But glancing at his watch told him he didn't have enough time. Feeling angry and depressed, he finished his bottle, then dropped it into a small bag with his other empty bottles to carry over to Mel's apartment because he was sure she would want to see them. He picked up his purse as he headed for his door and stopped. His purse. He was carrying a damn purse like a girl... full of makeup! Not to mention the way he was dressed. Thinking about it fueled his driving sexual need, which sent pain to the root of his cock, which made him angry again... well, more angry. Damn the woman for doing this to him! Not knowing any way out of it, he opened his door and walked over to Mel's apartment. Mel was fully dressed and enjoying her coffee by the time that Chad knocked on her door. She set her cup down and went to let him in. She opened the door and purposely stood in the way, waiting, not letting him in. He stood in front of her, looking at her silently. Did she detect a hint of anger on his face? "You have something to say?" she asked. "Good morning, Mistress," he said to her. There was definitely a hint of something not right in his voice. "I can see we need to do more practicing tonight," she replied. "Now do it right and curtsey!" Chad was aghast. "Out here?" "Of course! There's no reason why you can't do it anywhere!" Chad wasn't happy about it, but she wasn't giving him much of a choice. Realizing that his hands were full, and he couldn't reach down like he was grabbing his skirt, he replied, "But my hands are full." "Then you do what you can!" Chad held back his anger only with great restraint. He put his right foot behind his left and dipped down. "Good morning, Mistress," he said again. Mel nodded and stood back. "Much better." As he walked past her and she closed the door behind him, she was more convinced than ever that something was eating at him. Chad dropped his purse on the floor and handed her the bag containing the empty baby bottles. "Thank you," she said as she grabbed the bag and looked at the contents inside. He had been good again. "Can I get started on my makeup now?" he asked flatly. "Not yet. I've been nice to you this morning and made you some breakfast. Now come into the kitchen and eat it." Breakfast? He couldn't believe it. She... had made him some breakfast? He followed her into the kitchen where she pointed at his usual spot on the floor. He sat down. "Where's your pacifier?" she asked as she pulled a baby bottle full of her tea mixture out of the refrigerator and handed it to him. Chad rolled his eyes. "I left it home. I forgot it. Sorry." "You can get it later," she replied as she headed toward her counter. She picked up a bowl and the spoon that was laying next to it. She turned around and handed Chad the bowl. "Some nice warm cereal for you this morning," she said. Chad took the bowl from her hands and looked at the contents. It looked kind of like oatmeal, only completely smooth. The bowl felt slightly warm so it probably was some kind of oatmeal. Well, that was fine with him. He would have preferred pancakes or something like that, but he appreciated the effort. "Thanks," he said. Mel stood up straight. "I think you can do better than that!" Chad corrected himself quickly. "Thank you, Mistress." "We do indeed have a lot of work to do with you." Chad was about to start trying to stuff the oatmeal into his mouth with his fingers when Mel stopped him. "I think we can let you use a spoon for that this morning," she said. Chad detected something in the tone of her voice, but couldn't tell what. He quickly found out though as she produced a tiny rubber-coated baby spoon and held it out for him. He took it hesitantly. The thing was so small. But it was better than eating with his fingers. He stuck the spoon into the cereal and scooped some up. He was dismayed to see how little the spoon had picked up. Not much to put into his mouth. He tasted the cereal, bland, very bland, but eatable. It didn't taste like any oatmeal he had ever had. He tried to scoop up a bigger amount and put it into his mouth, but the baby spoon was too small and part of it dripped on his chin before he could get it all into his mouth. Mel laughed when she saw him dripping on his chin. "Maybe we need to get you a bib too." She turned and opened one of the drawers and pulled out a dish towel. She draped it around his neck to catch any further drippings. "More and more like a baby," she teased. "How does your baby cereal taste?" Chad was shocked. "Baby cereal!" He looked down at the bowl then back up at Mel. No wonder she had made him breakfast. It was baby cereal! "Kind of bland and not really very good," he replied. "That's what's best for babies," she replied as she set another baby bottle of her green tea down next to him. Then she turned away while he continued eating. As Chad ate the baby cereal, he felt even more humiliated. The damn woman could certainly come up with the darnest ways to make his life more miserable. That was for sure! As he continued eating, he quickly discovered that trying to eat with that tiny spoon was far more difficult than if he had been using just his fingers. It certainly took a lot longer too. Worse, the more he ate, the worse the stuff started to taste. When he started eating it, it had seemed to taste fine, just a little bit bland. But soon he was having to put a little in his mouth, then take a swig from his bottle just to keep eating it. By the time he was half-finished, he was forcing himself to continue eating. "Mistress!" he called desperately. Mel came quickly back into the kitchen. "I can't eat it anymore. I can't even get it down. It's horrible!" "Awww," Mel crooned. "Babies love it. So I guess you're going to have to learn to love it too." She noticed that the bottle next to him was almost empty. She pulled yet another one out of the refrigerator and set it down next to him. "Just in case you need it," she said. "Now finish it all up like a good little baby." She was chuckling to herself as she walked away. Chad just stared at her retreating back. Damn the woman. "Finish it all up," she had said. Yuck! He went back to work on the bowl of mush. He wasn't happy about having another bottle to drink either, but he'd need it to get this all down. By the time he finished, his stomach really wasn't feeling all that well. "Mistress, I've finished," he called from his spot on the floor. Mel came back quickly and took the bowl from him. "Oh what a good baby you were. See, that wasn't so bad now, was it?" Chad wanted to tell her in no uncertain terms how awful the stuff was, but he said nothing. "Oh come on," Mel crooned at him like he was a baby, "tell me how much you liked it." Liked it? His stomach felt sick now from the junk! He got to his feet, the anger in him slowly building again. He felt the need to pee again as soon as he was standing. Frustrated at having no where else to go except in his diapers he let it out. "Aren't you going to tell my how much you liked it?" Mel asked again, this time in a much more angry tone of voice. Something in Chad began to snap. "Like it? It was terrible! I feel sick now from it! I feel sick now from all of this crap!" He walked off into the living room. Mel followed right behind him. "What are you saying?" she asked menacingly. Chad's anger finally came all the way through. "I'm sick of all this! I'm sick of wearing diapers. I'm sick of being constantly humiliated. I've had enough. I'm finished. And I want this damn... thing... removed from my cock... now!" But he was up against a well seasoned lawyer who was well used to fighting back and winning. Mel had been in a lot of battles in court that were a lot worse than this. Her lawyer instincts and training took over. "So you're quitting?" she said almost gleefully. "Damn right!" he replied. "You know what that means, don't you? It means that I win and that you have to continue to do anything I want you to. Which means that I'm going to keep doing just what I'm doing now... and more!" "Like hell!" Chad replied. He was frustrated. He already knew what the contract had said. He just didn't want it anymore. Mel went quickly to her desk and grabbed her framed copy of the contract and brought it back to him. "See that?" she asked. She pointed at the signatures. "See where you signed it? You signed it because you knew you might want to back out someday. You signed it to make sure you wouldn't have any way to back out. You signed it to make sure that no matter how much you wanted to quit, you wouldn't be able to. You signed it... yourself. And you did it in front of not only me, but another outside witness. You signed it in front of a legal notary. And there's her stamp of certification! And you did it willingly, didn't you?" She waited for his answer. She knew she had him, but he had to fully realize that again. "You did it willingly, didn't you?" she repeated, pressing him. Finally he nodded his head. "Yeah," he replied softly. She could see the anger in him starting to subside, but it was still there, mixed with confusion. "Yeah," she repeated back to him, mocking him. "Yeah... you signed it willingly, knowing full well what this meant. Knowing that the only way out for you is to win this bet. Isn't that right? Hmm? You knew it!" Chad nodded his head again. He was looking down at the floor now, felling sorry for himself. "Yeah," he said again. "Yeah," she repeated. Again mocking him. "So which is it now, are you saying that I win so I can get on with turning you into exactly what I want? Or are you just feeling sorry for yourself?" Chad's mind had dropped into total numbness. He was trapped and he knew it. Furthermore, she had quickly pointed out that he had trapped himself. He had done it to himself. By signing that thing in front of the notary, he had locked himself into all of this. And he had done it willingly. No matter that he didn't want it anymore, he was stuck. His only way out now was to win the bet. A bet he was still fairly sure he couldn't lose, which was a good thing because he wasn't at all sure he liked any of this anymore, at least not right now. He was stuck, stuck, stuck! "Well?" Mel asked again. "Do I win? Say it. Say it plainly so there's no misunderstanding for either of us." His only way out was to win. And he could win. He had no doubt of that at all. A tiny spark of life seemed to return to him. A spark of life and confidence. "No!" he said. "You don't win. This bet is still on! There's no way you can win!" Mel had been sure from the start. She had just been surprised at the way it came out. "So you're just starting to feel sorry for yourself, is that it?" Chad took a deep breath. "Yeah," he said. Mel had worked with enough clients with heavy troubles to know there was a time to push hard and a time to go easy. She returned the framed contract to her desk, giving him more of a chance to recover himself. She had no doubt at all that he was feeling really sorry for himself, but that was something he was going to have to get past. It was time to make him realize that he was still riding her train. Time to show him he was on her track... but only just a little. "Tell me you're sorry," she said. It took a moment, but finally he let out a small, "Sorry." "That's not an answer!" Her voice whipped at him like a lash. He looked up at her, clearly startled. "You do it properly... and curtsey!" Chad was so startled and off balance that he didn't even pause. "I'm sorry, Mistress," he said as he dipped into his curtsey. Mel nodded as if she were satisfied. "That's better!" she replied. "Oh, we're definitely going to have to do a lot more work with you tonight! Unfortunately, we can't get started too soon because we have therapy this evening. But you can bet you'll be practicing a lot more, later!" Therapy... Chad had forgotten all about that. It had been the one and only really good thing he had done last week. Suddenly he had something bright to look forward to today. Mel saw Chad's face change a bit as soon as she had mentioned the therapy session. He was recovering from his bout of anger and quickly. It was time to keep him moving. "Okay, Sissy, do your makeup now." When Chad finally left for work, he was still angry, but it was a different anger, much more muted. And what he was really angry at now was not so much her, as himself. Feeling disgusted with himself for ever signing that contract in the first place, he began descending the stairs toward his car. He could feel Mel's eyes watching him from her apartment door. Halfway down the stairs, all the baby cereal he had eaten for breakfast finally triggered the suppositories in his system. He stopped dead on the steps as he began struggling against the inevitable. The mess began seeping out of him. He clamped down harder, straining against it. He took another step down and more leaked out of him. He stopped again, still struggling, realizing he was losing the battle. Another step... and he couldn't stop it, not at all. Giving up, he slowly descended the last of the steps and walked gingerly to his car as the mess inside of him continued to come out of him and spread itself slowly all around his diapers. A process made all that much more miserable because of the girdle he was wearing. Very gingerly, he eased himself into the driver's seat and finally sat down. He fished his keys out of his purse and began his short drive to work. The main thought on his mind just then was his lunchtime diaper changing. An event that was all too far away! "Hey Chad! Wait up!" Chad turned as he was walking toward the building and saw Robin hurrying to catch up to him. He waited. "Hi Chad," she said a bit breathlessly as she slowed to a walk. She was carrying a huge tote bag slung over her shoulder. "Hi," he said back to her as he started walking again. "Well you sound a bit dull today." "I what?" "I mean you don't exactly sound very happy." Chad mentally realized she had a point there. "Why should I?" "I don't know. So what are you so unhappy about?" Chad just shook his head. "Everything!" "So tell me about it." He glanced over towards her. She was still trying. Still prying like women tend to do all too much. He sighed. "Not today." "Hey," she said a moment later. "You know you're walking kind of funny today?" Great! Just great! He was only thankful that everything he was wearing seemed to be keeping the smell from coming out. Tom Robinson, Chad's boss, turned the corner and hesitated just a second. He had almost stopped completely, but that wouldn't seem normal. He had hesitated because he was afraid he might see Chad in the hallway... which was really dumb because he was on his way to see Chad right now. He had heard a few vague rumors, but nothing really concrete. But those rumors were enough to almost make him afraid to see Chad for himself. His problem was made all that much more difficult because of the meeting he had had with Mr. Baxter himself up in the executive offices yesterday. Mr. Baxter had told him, personally, that he wasn't to take any kind of notice as to anything strange going on with Chad at all. He couldn't yell at him or fire him... nothing. Not even talk to him about it, whatever it was. He had to completely ignore anything strange about Chad at all. And Mr. Baxter had pointedly made clear that he would be fired immediately if he didn't comply... completely! But he was still Chad's boss. Okay, he didn't see Chad all that often because Chad and Robin were stuck down here away from the rest of the department because it was the only place there was room for them. But he talked to him on the phone fairly often, and he did keep up with Chad's progress on his projects. So far, he hadn't noticed any drop in the quality of Chad's work. As far as he could see, it continued to be excellent. Which brought him to the reason he was coming down here now to see him... them. He turned into Chad's cubicle. Chad was hard at work. He recognized the project on his computer screen. "Hi Chad." Chad was startled by his boss's voice and he turned quickly. His fear grew just as fast as he had turned. Tom... his boss! Was he here to fire him? As Tom continued to look... make that stare... at him, Chad was more certain about that than ever. "Hi Tom," he said, pitifully. Knowing what was about to come. Tom wanted to say something about the way Chad was dressed, but Mr. Baxter's threat stopped him. He couldn't believe what he was seeing though. Chad was wearing eye makeup, and it looked like women's pants, and a moment later he realized that he was wearing women's shoes as well. He noticed the purse on the floor by the desk. He desperately wanted to say something about it... comment somehow... but he forced himself to bite everything back. "Robin," he called, knowing that she should be able to hear him over top of the cubicle wall. It took her only a moment to come out of her own cubicle and around to Chad's. "Hi Tom. What's up?" she asked as soon as she saw her boss. But the one main thought that hit her brain was that Chad was about to get fired. So why had he asked for her? Tom held up a couple of thick file folders. "New project. I'm going to need you both to work together on this one." He looked up at Chad, feeling better about talking business. "Chad, you should be almost done with what you're on now, aren't you?" Chad couldn't believe his ears. Why wasn't he being fired, or at least yelled at... or something? "Yeah," he replied. "Probably anther two or three days and it will all be wrapped up." "Good," Tom replied. "Robin's project is going slower because the clients don't really know what they want yet." "As usual," Chad replied. Tom nodded. It was so much easier sticking to business. "So I need you two to start looking through this and make notes and suggestions." "What's the time frame?" Robin asked. "There isn't one yet. We don't officially have the contract yet, so I need you two to help us get it. This could be worth a lot of money." Robin laughed, "As usual," she replied, echoing the comment that Chad had just made. Tom nodded. What was going on here? Robin was acting like there was nothing out of the ordinary wrong with Chad at all? Did she know what was going on with him? Would she tell him if he asked... privately? "Okay," he said to the two of them. "Have at it and keep me informed." "Will do," Robin replied. Tom backed out glancing back and forth between Robin and Chad. In truth, he was retreating from the situation. He still desperately wanted to ask Chad about what was going on but Mr. Baxter's threat was still ringing in his ears. With one last look at Chad he turned around and walked away. Maybe it was better if he didn't know. For once, he was glad that part of his department was located so far away and isolated from the rest of it. Robin looked at Chad. He was looking back at her. She had no doubt at all that the same thing was on each of their minds. It had been something that neither of them had mentioned before, but she brought it up now. "He didn't fire you." She said. "No, he didn't." The amazement was clearly in his voice, even though he still sounded depressed. "Yet." He added as he turned back toward his computer. Robin walked further into his cubicle and picked up one of the folders that Tom had placed on his desk. "We're going to have to talk about this," she said as she glanced through some of the papers. Chad turned back around again. He was still trying to come to grips with the way their boss had acted. "Yeah, I know," he replied, although clearly his mind wasn't on Robin's subject. She set her folder back down on his desk and leaned up against the doorway, watching him. "He didn't even mention how you're dressed." "No, he didn't. But he noticed." "So why didn't he say anything?" "I have no idea. I'm still trying to figure that out myself." Robin picked up her folder again. "Well, if it had been me, you know I'd be all over you asking about it." Chad chuckled through his depression. "Haven't you been?" "Yeah, maybe, but still, I'd be asking. Hey, I'm going down to the break room now, want to come?" Chad shook his head. "No way... no thanks!" In truth, he was still trying to figure all too many things out, not the least of which now was his boss. But going down to the break room where, no doubt, he'd be attacked by all the women who would be there, sounded like a really bad idea. "Okay, see you later then," Robin replied as she walked out. Chad realized he was grateful he still had a job. But now that his boss had seen him, he had to wonder how long that was going to last. "Hey girlfriend," one of the women who was already in the break room called out as soon as Robin walked in. "What's the latest with Chad?" Robin shook her head as she headed to the coffee pot. "I still don't know. And you wouldn't believe it, Tom Robinson came in just a few minutes ago and handed us another project to work on... and he didn't even mention the way Chad was dressed. Not a word." "You're kidding!" "I swear!" Robin replied. "Hey, who left all the donuts?" she asked picking up one from a box on the counter. "We don't know and we're not asking," another of the women said. "They're not on my diet... but who's going to tell!" "So is there anything new about Chad today? I saw him walking in and the only different thing I could see was the tan slacks he was wearing, but I wasn't that close to him. He did look like he was walking with his panties in a wad though." That remark brought a bunch of laugher from all around. "No, nothing different that I could see. And yeah, I did notice that he was walking a bit strangely, but he didn't say anything about it." "Well dig deeper girl. Dig deeper. We want to know!" "Yeah," another one echoed. "How soon before he plans to wear a dress to work. Honey, I can't wait to see that one." That brought a lot more laughing. "I'm trying," Robin replied. "Believe me, I'm trying." Mel read the messages that Andrea had left for her while she had been with her last client. One of them was from Gloria, her therapist. She dialed the number quickly. "Hi Gloria, it's Mel." "Oh hey, Mel. How are you?" "Doing just fine." "Good. I just wanted to touch base again before we get together tonight. You and Chad are still coming, aren't you?" "We're both looking forward to it." "Good. Listen Mel, about your last request. I think that's going to be a hard one." "Well, I understand perfectly if you can't do it. It is a bit off the wall." "No, no. It's nothing like that. It's just something that I think is going to take a lot longer. Listen, what I want to do is to go back to my original plan with him. I don't think we'll have time for anything else, especially since it will only be his second time." "That's fine," Mel replied, only slightly disappointed. "Whatever you think is best. I just appreciate anything you can do to help me." "Good," Gloria replied. "Now listen, I'm going to signal you again when I need you to stop listening, just like last time, okay?" "Got it. No problem." "Then, once I think I have him under far enough I'm going to start working slowly on the incontinence thing. I want to do this in such a way that he won't really notice anything different after the session. Since we don't want him to know that he's being hypnotized in the first place, I think that would be best." "Yeah," Mel agreed. "That does make sense." "Okay, good. See you later then." Just before lunch, Robin stopped at Chad's desk. "I'm going out for a burger, want to come?" "No thanks, I can't," he replied. "Why not? Got another heavy date?" Chad thought for a minute. "Something like that." "You've got a lunch date? Good for you." "No, not really." "But you just said you had one." "No... well yes I did, but... It's complicated." "So explain it to me." Chad sighed. "No. I don't want to talk about it." "Okay," Robin replied. "See you later." She had tried and he had clammed up again. But now she was really curious. She went down to her car and waited. She had to wait about five minutes before Chad finally came hurrying out of the building and then got into his car. As she saw him walking, she noticed that he was walking a bit more awkwardly than he had been this morning. A little bit straddle legged maybe? Probably not. It had to be just her imagination, she decided. When his car pulled out of the parking lot, she followed. Again, he drove directly to the gym and she pulled into the driveway past it. As before, he got out of the car carrying not only his purse, but the big pink bag as well. Robin drove off to get some lunch. Obviously, Chad was going to the gym almost every day. One thing was for sure, she admired his determination. Exercising everyday was not her idea of fun. "Hi Sissy," the receptionist said teasingly, and all too loudly. "Uh, Hi," Chad replied, embarrassed that she had called him Sissy. "Is..." "I'm going. Just be patient." Chad waited while the receptionist went back to find Cassie. He was glad that this time she and Cassie came back a lot faster. Cassie stopped about ten feet from where Chad was standing. "Hi Sissy," she said. Again Chad felt embarrassed by the name. He started to walk towards her, but she held up her hand, stopping him. "Aren't you going to say hi to me?" she asked, as if she were hurt. "Uh... Hi Cassie," he replied. "Oh come on! You can do better than that! I want you to do it like you did last night." Chad looked around. He couldn't curtsey to her here. "Cassie please... not here!" "I'll tell Mel." Chad suddenly wanted to scream. He had no doubt that Mel would be mad at him if he didn't do as Cassie said. Since he had his purse in one hand and was holding on to his diaper bag in the other hand, he just dipped down in a quick curtsey as he said, "Hi Cassie," one more time. The receptionist went into fits of laughter and Chad's embarrassment skyrocketed. "Much better," Cassie said as she turned and led him through the room full of exercising women. As soon as Chad got back to the now familiar room and Cassie had closed the blinds on the door, he began to get undressed. Cassie watched him closely as he did it. As soon as he had gotten his girdle pulled half- way down however, Cassie immediately noticed a bit of a smell that hadn't been there before. "Are you finally messy?" she asked as he pulled the girdle off completely. "Very," he replied. "Since I left for work this morning." Cassie just nodded and waited till he had removed his plastic panties too. Then she told him to lay down on the floor as usual. She opened his diaper bag and gave him his bottle to start on first. Then she began unpeeling his diapers. "Pew! Wow, you're a real mess!" "It's the girdle," Chad replied pulling the nipple out of his mouth. "It makes it hard to go and then the mess just slides around wherever it can." "I can see that," Cassie said as she pulled out the box of baby wipes and another plastic bag from his diaper bag to put them in. It took a few minutes and plenty of wipes, but eventually, she had him completely clean. Chad wasn't quite finished with his bottle yet. She looked closely at his cock restraint, and especially at his flaccid penis inside it. She could see some red marks up around where the little teeth had dug into him. "Has somebody been naughty and been trying to get hard?" she asked. He didn't answer. She didn't expect him to. With an evil grin on her face, she grabbed his cock restraint lightly and gently rocked it back and forth, trying to get a response. But the only response to that motion was the sudden look of worry on Chad's face. She pulled on it and saw Chad's face register a little bit of pain. She suddenly felt frustrated. How was she going to try to stimulate him if she couldn't touch or even pull on the damn thing? She reached under and cupped his exposed balls, massaging him gently. The look of worry on Chad's face suddenly increased. "Please don't," he suddenly said. The worry in his voice was very evident. "Just drink your bottle like a good baby," she replied as she kept working on him. But it was plain that he was trying desperately to control himself. She could see the little teeth inside the device digging in deeper now as his cock had grown a tiny bit, but mostly it was still staying soft inside the thing. "Please," Chad begged again. "Let me guess," she said. "I'm betting you want this really bad. Don't you?" "Yes!" he replied. "But I can't. It hurts! It hurts a lot!" Wickedly, Cassie kept at it. The look of pain was now evident on Chad's face. He couldn't drink his bottle anymore and wasn't even trying. Despite the teeth digging in to him, his cock inside the device was growing, filling the inside of the restraint more and more. Then almost completely. Chad was now thrashing around under her and she was having more and more trouble keeping at it. Chad couldn't take the pain anymore. He roughly pushed Cassie's hands away and curled up on his side, both hands wrapped protectively around his plastic covered privates. Cassie backed off. "You seem to have a long way to go in learning to control yourself. But I guess you've just started so I can't expect much more than that." Chad didn't say anything, he just rocked himself on the floor till the pain subsided enough. Cassie helped him roll onto his back again. She slid two fresh diapers under him and coated him wherever she could with the baby lotion. Then she taped his diapers firmly up. A few minutes later he was completely dressed again. "Feeling better now?" Cassie asked. He nodded. "Yeah, the pain has gone down." "You know, Mel asked me to do that." Chad groaned but didn't say anything. Cassie led him out to the front, but before he could get out the door, she stopped him. "Sissy! Aren't you going to thank me?" Chad turned around aghast. He wanted to run out of there. The receptionist was watching all too closely again, anticipating it. He quickly curtseyed and said "Thank you, Cassie." Then he all but ran for his car as he heard the peals of laughter from both the receptionist and Cassie behind him. Robin was standing just inside the door of the building after lunch, talking with a couple of other women. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Chad hurrying back from his lunch. As he came through the door, she watched him closely. No, it had just been her imagination. There was nothing wrong with his walk at all. The other women with her were staring at him too, watching him hurrying back to his desk. "And you said he went to the gym again?" one of them asked. "Yeah. Just like yesterday." "What I wouldn't give to see what goes on in there. I wonder what kind of exercise routines they've got him on?" another woman remarked. Robin was wondering exactly the same thing. Chad felt a lot better after lunch, mostly because he was wearing clean diapers. That feeling alone was like heaven. He had even thrown caution to the wind and ordered an extra large size fries with his burger before coming back to work, because he was hungry. The baby cereal he had eaten for breakfast hadn't really filled him up as much as he would have liked. Unfortunately, the extra large fries also came with an extra large drink. He hadn't finished all of it, but it had just been such a pleasure to drink out of something besides a baby bottle for a change. As he predicted though, because of the extra drink, he was peeing more than he would have liked. But there was nothing he could do about that now. He was getting down near the end of the current project he was working on and he could clearly see the overall end results now. He usually felt a lot of pride for his work, especially this time. He knew the clients would love what he had done. As he was working intently, he suddenly realized that he was peeing. He stopped working completely and just sat there, trying to remember if he had known beforehand that he was going to pee. He had been working hard, not concentrating on peeing or having to pee. His mind had been completely busy elsewhere. Did he know he was going to pee and just put it out of his mind? He wasn't sure, he couldn't remember. He went back to work but started watching himself. It had been another strange experience for him today. Robin stopped by a little while later to ask if he wanted to go down to the break room with her. He didn't even have to think of reasons not to go. "Not now," he replied, still mostly intent on his work. "I'm getting close to finishing this thing and I'd really like to keep at it." Then he ignored her again. But Robin didn't leave. "Chad, I know you want to finish that, I understand, but do you think that later you can take a few minutes and look through this next project with me? I've come to a complete standstill on what I'm working on now." Chad didn't really want to look up from what he was doing, but he understood her problem. "Yeah, maybe later, okay? I'm going really well on this thing right now and I don't want to stop." Robin seemed much happier. "Okay, thanks Chad," she said as she headed to the break room to talk with her friends. Mel's text message came in earlier than usual. She wanted him to head directly to her office after work instead of going home. He guessed the reason was because of the therapy session they were scheduled for later. He was looking forward to it. Unfortunately, it probably also meant that Mel would take him out to dinner somewhere beforehand. He prayed that for once she wouldn't make him drink from another baby bottle while they were out. That was so embarrassing! But then, with Mel, what wasn't? It was late in the afternoon when Robin stopped by Chad's cubicle again. "Chad, can you please spare a few minutes to go through this thing with me? It's getting late." Chad stopped working and looked at his watch. It was getting late. He had gotten a lot done though. He looked up at Robin. "Yeah, I guess. Let's see what's in the folder." Robin realized that he hadn't even looked over the new material yet. "Chad, there's a lot of stuff here and a lot of screen shots to look through. We need to lay it all out where we can see it better. Let's take it down to the break room where we can use one of the tables." That was something that Chad really didn't want to do. "Can't we just spread it out here?" "Chad, look at your desk, it's a mess! And mine is pretty much the same. Besides, it's still not enough room." Chad picked up his folder and flipped through it. "Shit!" he exclaimed softly. "There's a ton of diagrams in here." "I know, I looked already. That's why I suggested the break room." Chad nodded. It would be the only practical way. But he was still concerned. "You don't think there will be too many people there right now, do you?" "Chad, really! You're the one who's been coming to work dressed that way. If you can come in here like that, then I don't see why you should have a problem going down there either." "Yeah, but here I'm hidden. Not many people stop by here." "Is that why you're doing this? Just because you want to and you don't think anybody is going to bother you down here?" "No, that's not why I'm doing it." "Then why?" Chad shook his head. "You just don't give up, do you?" Robin smiled. "No... I don't! So, what's really going on?" "Like I said, don't ask!" Robin was frustrated again. But they still had the project to look over. "Look Chad, we still have to go through this stuff." "Yeah, yeah," Chad replied, clearly trying to put off what he was reluctant to do. But Robin was right, they needed room to spread the stuff out. "Okay," he finally said as he got to his feet. "But I don't know what I'm going to do if there's anybody down there." "That's a dumb question," she replied, "you'll stay there and work." The trip through the hallways was about like the day before for Chad, except that this time Robin walked next to him instead of holding his arm all the way. She also seemed more intent on talking to him as they walked. "So how come you're wearing those shoes?" she asked. "I would think someone like you would have gone for higher heels instead." Chad groaned. "Someone like me?" "You know, one of those guys who likes to wear women's clothes." Chad looked for a way around her question. "So you're automatically lumping me in that category?" "Well yeah! What else am I supposed to think?" This was getting harder by the second. "I don't know. It's complicated." "So explain it to me." "No." "So you don't like to wear women's clothes, but you're wearing them anyway? Chad, you have to know that doesn't make any sense!" Chad sighed. She just wouldn't leave it alone. "Like I keep telling you, it's complicated!" But Robin kept at him. "So you do like to wear women's clothes." "Yes... I mean no... not..." he stopped. Trying to figure a way to keep her from asking any more questions. "Okay," she said. "Let's leave it at that. You do like wearing them." Chad wanted to scream, but by that time they had arrived at the break room. Chad was elated to see nobody there. They chose a table at the far end of the room and spread their materials out. While Chad was busy looking at the various diagrams and screen shots, Robin got herself a cup of coffee. "Look at this," Chad said as soon as she came back with the hot cup in her hand, "their old site looks really pitiful. This stuff is way out of date." "I know. I went to it on my computer. There's a bunch of links that don't even work." Chad saw her taking a sip of her coffee. "That looks good," he said. "So get some." But Chad was already a lot wetter than he really wanted to be. Anymore and he would be worried about it starting to show despite the girdle he was wearing. Besides, he figured that later, Mel would be pouring drinks down him again, so the last thing he needed was coffee. But it did look good. "No thanks," he replied, turning his attention back to their work. But a few moments later, his attention was again brought back to Robins drink. "Chad, get yourself a cup if you want it." "No. Not today." Robin rolled her eyes. "Oh for heaven's sake." She set her cup down on the table and walked over to the coffee pot and poured him a cup. Then she brought it back and handed it to him. "Here! Now stop being contrary!" "I'm not being contrary." "Then why wouldn't you get a drink when you obviously want one?" "Like I said, it's complicated." Robins was suddenly very frustrated. "What the heck does getting a drink of coffee have to do with anything else? I've seen you drink coffee before. You had some right here yesterday!" But Chad's only reply was, "I told you..." "I know! It's complicated!" Robin finished for him. "What the heck can be so complicated about getting a cup of coffee, I'll never know!" But Chad had no answer he could tell her. He sipped at his coffee since he was now holding it and went back to studying the papers before them. "So how do you want to divide this stuff up?" Robin asked. "Why don't you do the initial layout design, then we'll take it from there. I'm still trying to finish what I'm on now." "Okay, that sounds good." "You're a lot better at the artsy stuff than I am anyway," Chad admitted. Robin was pleased by his compliment, but it was true. She had been an art major in college first. She started packing papers up in the folders. "Let's get back so I can get started." "Fine with me," Chad said as he took a bigger gulp of his coffee to finish it. As he did, he felt himself peeing again. And again, he wondered if he had realized beforehand that he was going to pee. This time, he didn't think so. That was troubling... and a bit interesting. Robin waited for him by the door while he threw his cup away and grabbed his folder. "So," she started as they entered the hallway, "we know now that you like to wear women's clothes." Chad inwardly groaned. "Now we just have cut through all this complicated crap." Andrea looked up and smiled when she saw Chad walking into the office. "Hi," she said cheerily. "Don't you look..." she stopped, searching for the right word. "Interesting?" Chad offered sarcastically. Andrea nodded. "Good word. Come on, I'll take you back." She led him once again back to the office he was now very familiar with. "Do you still have another bottle in your bag?" Chad was tempted to say no so she might possibly bring him something to drink in a cup instead of the bottle, but he decided to be cautious instead. "Yeah, there's still one in there." "Good. Drink that and I'll tell Mel that you're here." Chad was almost finished with his bottle by the time that Mel came in to change his diapers. She had him get undressed and lay down on the floor, then she gave his bottle back to him to finish. As she began pulling supplies out of his diaper bag she said, "Cassie said you were finally messy today when she changed you. Very messy." "Yeah, since I left this morning," he admitted. "I know," she said smiling. "I saw you." Chad wanted to ask why she had bothered asking if she already knew, but he said nothing. "Cassie also said she hurt you a lot today. Probably too much. She said she was sorry." Chad was suddenly angry. "Then why did she keep at it? And why didn't she tell me she was sorry then. Why wait till now?" "Now, now baby. That's not for you to decide or say. Those things are up to me or Cassie." It was not any kind of answer that Chad wanted to hear. "Can you ask her to not do it again? It hurt. A lot... an awful lot!" Mel shook her head. "No baby. I asked her to do it. I want you to learn. I think that what she's doing can help you learn faster." "But it hurts!" "Sorry baby. You'll just have to learn to control yourself, that's all." Chad put his bottle back into his mouth to finish it. Damn the woman... and that was the problem - she was a woman. She had no idea how impossible what she wanted was. And she had no idea how much it hurt him. But the hurt reminded him of one other problem. "Mistress," he began. "Yes baby?" "I'm sorry about this morning. Are you going to punish me for it?" Mel stopped what she was doing and looked down at him. "I have to," she said. "Are you still angry like you were this morning?" Chad let out a big sigh. "Angry, and frustrated, and disappointed, and scared... and a whole host of other things. And I feel so... stuck!" "You are stuck. And the sooner you come to grips with that and realize it, the better you'll feel." "But I don't want to be stuck." "I know, baby. But you are, so get used to it. I can see I'm going to have to come up with some little ways to keep reminding you of that for the future." "Why? Isn't what you're doing enough? Too much maybe?" "Too much? Not if you still don't fully understand that concept!" Chad sighed and put his bottle back into his mouth again. He understood it. He understood it all too well. His bottle suddenly finished and Mel took it from him and finished diapering him. When she was done, she got to her feet and said, "I'm going to be a little while still. I'll have Andrea get you another drink while you're waiting." Chad got to his feet too. "Please don't," he said. "I've already had way more than enough to drink this afternoon as it is. I had an extra large drink with lunch, then coffee later. I've been peeing like crazy all afternoon." Mel walked over and stroked his face. "Good baby. Very good baby." Chad felt pleased by not only her voice but her touch. "But I'll still have Andrea bring you another one." And with that she walked out. Chad hung his head. When would it ever stop? Mel drove them to the same restaurant for dinner that they had been to last week. Chad had already wet himself three times before they got there so he wasn't at all glad when Mel ordered him another large size drink. He was less pleased when she pulled out another baby bottle for him to drink it out of. He sighed, there was no winning. With more and more people around them beginning to watch him all too closely, he put the thing to his mouth and began drinking. It would do no good to delay it, she would only find some way to further humiliate him with it, no matter what. All through dinner, Chad tried very hard to ignore the ever increasing number of people who were watching him. He could understand the small laughter and comments he sometimes overheard, but it was all the staring and finger pointing that seemed to get to him the most. He had trouble finishing the steak and baked potato on his plate because he was so uncomfortable under the scrutiny of so many people. Mel on the other hand, looked like she was thoroughly enjoying the situation, at least that's what it looked like to him. After dinner Mel drove them directly to Gloria's office again. Chad was glad because he had been looking forward to it. Now if he could just stop peeing long enough to be able to relax, it would really help. He had already stopped counting the number of times he had wet himself since Mel had changed him. "Hi Gloria," Mel said as they walked through the door. "Hi," Gloria returned, but her eyes were locked on Chad as she quickly made note of every aspect of his appearance. She particularly noted the purse he was carrying. With great effort, she said nothing at all about the way he was dressed since she wanted him to feel comfortable with her professionalism. "Come on in," she said as she led the way back to the therapy room. Chad and Mel each went to the same couches they had occupied last time. Gloria stared at Chad for a moment, then said, "If you put your purse down on the floor next to you, you'll be a lot more comfortable." Chad looked embarrassed, "Sorry," he said as he quickly did as she had suggested. Gloria wanted to laugh, or at least chuckle, but she carefully controlled herself. She closed the door behind her and turned down the lights just a little. "Okay," she said, "let's begin." Mel was very familiar with Gloria's beginning techniques and very soon she felt her stress melting away as her body craved even more of Gloria's relaxation techniques. But it seemed like only seconds before she heard Gloria start to use the key words that she had given Chad last week to help put him under. She startled out of her relaxed state, worried that she had somehow missed the cue for her to not follow along anymore. But Gloria just smiled at her and continued talking in her very calming voice as she motioned her to lay back again. She glanced over at Chad, his eyes were closed. He looked very relaxed. She was suddenly jealous. She laid back down again and tried to regain what she had so quickly lost. Chad's mind was drifting, it felt like his body was drifting too... floating... lightweight and free, and relaxed. It had taken him a few minutes to really get into it, but Gloria's voice had eventually brought him to this state, and he loved it. It felt so good. Just his amazingly relaxed body, and mind, and Gloria's voice. Calming, relaxing. Making all his problems and stress seem to magically disappear. So nice, so relaxed, so wonderful. As he listened to her words, some phrases that she kept repeating seemed to urge him to relax even more, go deeper, then deeper still. He wanted it so badly. Mel was startled and opened her eyes when she suddenly felt Gloria touching her arm. Gloria hadn't even stopped talking as she continued with her relaxing techniques. As Gloria continued talking, she moved closer to Chad alone, concentrating more and more on just him. Telling him to go deeper, then deeper still. Over and over again. Deeper and deeper. Mel almost missed it when she suddenly realized that Gloria had started planting suggestions in Chad's brain, reinforcing the key words that she had set last week. Key words that would help Chad go under even quicker and deeper next time. Then it seemed like Gloria was back to relaxing him all over again from the start. Because of the way Gloria mixed the suggestions in with urging him to relax deeper and deeper, it took Mel a moment to realize it when she finally began reminding Chad about his love of wearing and wetting his diapers and how much he really wanted to be incontinent... his dream. Her words seemed to be mixing her relaxation suggestions and his love of diaper suggestions so that they were hard to separate. But eventually, she noticed as Gloria began concentrating more and more on the diapers he was wearing just then. Telling him he loved wearing diapers, the more he wore them the more he would love wearing them. He would always feel great pleasure from wearing diapers - especially wet diapers. Then she started talking about how much he loved wetting his diapers. He would get so much pleasure from it, strong pleasure, sexual pleasure. So much pleasure that once he felt himself wetting he would never want to stop it. Gloria seemed to regress again and spend even more time relaxing him, no longer mentioning anything that seemed to do with what her primary purpose was. But Mel realized it was only a deepening tactic. Taking him further into his hypnotic state for what was to come next. Gloria asked him if he needed to pee. Mel was almost startled when Chad clearly answered, "Yes." "It's okay for you to pee, anytime," Gloria told him. "You're wearing diapers. You can relax those muscles just as much or even more than your other muscles. In fact you should relax them more than your other muscles. You should relax them totally and completely. You love to pee. You want to pee. Let yourself do it whenever you want. And you do want it, don't you?" "Yes," he answered again. "Are you peeing?" she asked. Mel saw Chad smile. "Yes." He answered. "Good, very good." Gloria replied. Then she was telling him to relax the muscles that controlled his peeing and his bowel movements even more. Totally relaxed, because he was wearing diapers and he didn't have to worry about making any kind of a mess. He was wearing diapers so he never had to worry about tightening up those muscles again. Then Gloria started something that really got Mel's attention. She started putting Chad through an exercise where he would completely relax those muscles, then she would tell him to tighten them again. But each time she had him relax them, she told him how wonderful the relaxed state felt, how normal it felt. Each time she had him tighten the muscles, she told him it felt awful and very difficult to do, not normal at all, and really not worth it - for any reason. It was too much trouble for him to bother with. A few minutes later, when his muscles were all relaxed again, she planted the suggestion that the next time she told him to tighten those muscles, he wouldn't be able to. He would completely forget how to do it. He would no longer be able to find the feelings that controlled those muscles. Over and over again she told him that he could no longer remember how to tighten them up again. Then finally she told him she was going to count down from five to one, and when she got to one he was to tighten those muscles. She began her countdown. As soon as she got to one, Mel could suddenly see a tiny bit of concern on Chad's face. "I can't seem to..." he started to say. But the therapist was quick to reassure and relax him again. "It's okay," she quickly told him. Then she reinforced how good it felt for him to not be able to find and tighten those muscles. Chad seemed to relax all over again under her spell. Then Gloria started giving him little suggestions to help remind him to keep those muscles relaxed in the future. She told him that every time he ate or drank anything he would automatically relax those muscles even more. She told him anytime he saw a woman or a girl, he would do the same thing. And finally she told him that whenever he was sleeping, his muscles would always remain completely and totally relaxed. Gloria paused in what she was doing and looked up at Mel for a moment. Mel could see the concentration that had been on her face. She realized that total concentration had been there for a long time now. But what surprised her was when Gloria suddenly raised her eyebrows as if to say. "What the hell, here goes anyway." Gloria concentrated back on Chad again and started telling him to think about his diapers, especially his wet diapers. Concentrate on how they feel. Then she asked him to think back, way back to when he was a baby and remember how they felt the same. Over and over again she asked him to find the matching feelings of when he was a baby wearing diapers with how his wet diapers felt now. Then she asked him to tell him when he had found those feelings. Chad said nothing, but Mel could see the look of concentration on his brow. Gloria kept at him, telling him to find those matching feelings. Finally, Gloria seemed to sigh a bit. Mel could see that she hadn't been successful with what she was trying to do and was giving up. Gloria opened her mouth to speak again, but Chad was suddenly smiling, "Yes," he suddenly said. "I remember." Gloria looked startled as she looked back at Mel with an almost frightened look on her face. But she leaned in close to Chad again. "Think about how your diapers feel," she told him, "both then and now. Make them feel the same." Then she started telling Chad to remember his mother. How he felt about his mother. He loved her. He respected her. She was his authority figure. But what Gloria started telling him next really surprised Mel. Gloria told Chad that Mel was like his mommy now. Then she had him overlaying his feelings of respect and love for his mother with Mel. Mommy and Mommy Mel. The same. Over and over again. Finally, she started talking about remembering what it felt like every time his mommy punished him. How did he feel? How did he react? How did he behave? And that those feelings back then should now be the way he reacted every time that Mommy Mel punished him too. Over and over again she told him. Gloria leaned back and caught her breath again, then she started bringing Chad out of it, very slowly, telling him the entire time that when he was finally awake he would never remember being hypnotized, but that his subconscious would remember to do all the things she had told him he could do. She told him that when he woke up he would feel really great and happy, happier than he had been all day. It was a very fine and gradual process. And eventually, Mel realized that Gloria was suddenly speaking about things no different at all than what she usually went through during her own relaxation sessions. And all too soon, the session was over. Chad opened his eyes and sat up. "That was great!" he exclaimed. "Yes, it was," Mel replied looking seriously at Gloria. She noticed how tired Gloria seemed to look. Mel looked at her watch. She couldn't believe it. The session had lasted an entire half an hour longer than it should have. No wonder Gloria looked so tired. As they left the office, Gloria touched Mel's arm and said softly, "call me tomorrow." "I will, and thanks," Mel replied. "It was amazing!" As they were driving back to Mel's office so Chad could pick up his car, he thanked Mel for taking him to the therapy session. "Wow, you wouldn't believe how relaxed my whole body feels, even now!" Mel only wished she felt half as good since she didn't get to experience but a small part of it. But overall, she considered that the entire thing had been well worth it. But Chad was still talking. "You wouldn't believe it," he said, his voice sounding as if something strange was going on, "I think I'm relaxed in places I didn't even know I had!