Addictions (Patreon)

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Jenny really wasn't sure how this was meant to help her stop smoking... People swore by this therapist, saying her methods were unconventional, but effective, but she just wasn't certain... 

The therapist had started by having Jenny act like she was a teenager again, giving her a curfew and rules to follow, using her hypnosis to make the woman feel younger... That only made things worse, as the thrill of the forbidden only made cigarettes more appealing.

"It's fine," the therapist claimed. "We just have to go back a little further to get results, that's all..."

And so, Jenny had found herself having to report to the therapist's office every day, dressed in a school uniform, where she was assigned homework. If she didn't get it all done, or the therapist smelled any smoke on her clothes, Jenny got a spanking. An actual, bare bottom spanking! Jenny could hardly believe she was letting this woman do it the first time, but that didn't stop her from obediently laying over her lap instead of just saying no. 

Was it because of the hypnosis that made it easier for Jenny to fall into the role? Or was there something deeper? She had no idea; it didn't matter much, anyway, because, despite the threat of spankings, she kept smoking. If anything, knowing there was a real punishment just made them cooler.

"This is the most difficult case I've ever dealt with," the therapist told Jenny. "But my method always works... We just have to take you back to a time when there was something more alluring than the cigarettes."

So she advised Jenny to take a week off of work, and invited the girl to stay with her, hypnotizing her into an even younger mindset. Before, Jenny had seemed reluctant to get into her role, but this time, it seemed to work flawlessly... She even wet the bed the first night, to both of their surprise.

"Y-You're not going to spank me, are you?" Jenny sniffled as the therapist discovered her accident.

"I'm afraid so," the therapist told her. "You're a big enough girl to know better, aren't you?" Jenny nodded and accepted her punishment... And, as the days went on, she began having more and more accidents, earning more spankings, and demotions from her big girl panties, to training pants, finally, by the end of the week, to diapers.

When the hypnosis wore off, Jenny found herself playing on the floor in a diaper a t-shirt in front of the other woman, vaguely aware of what had been going on, yet still blushing deeply at her current situation. How could she have let this happen? Obviously, it hadn't done her any good... Had the therapist done this as a joke, or to take compromising pictures of her to blackmail her with?

"Wet again?" the therapist sighed, shaking her head.

"No, I'm not, I'm done with..." Jenny started to say, only for the therapist to shake her head. Curiously, Jenny reached behind herself, her heart racing as her hand brushed her diaper, and she felt a damp spot there. It couldn't be... She didn't remember doing that... 

But as she grabbed a handful of the padding, two things became clear; one was that she definitely was wet, the other was that her heart began thumping even faster in her chest as she felt the squishiness. She couldn't stop herself from squeezing it, a feeling washing over her as she did it that was even better than the first puff of any cigarette she'd ever tried. She was cured... Or, rather, her addiction had changed from cigarettes to wetting herself... She wasn't sure if that was a step up or not, especially as the therapist sat down in her rocking chair and picked up the hairbrush, signalling to Jenny that, as always, her wet pants had earned her a spanking. As much as she hated to admit it, all she could think as she laid down over the woman's lap was the same thing she'd thought when she was being spanked for smoking - that it was totally worth it.