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Sigma Diaper Story

It had been some time since Sigma had last visited his therapist, and he couldn't remember the reason why.

Oh, it wasn't that he needed a therapist often, but he remembered that the two of them had become quite good friends the last time that he'd been in the office with learned mind doctor, and they'd promised that they would keep in touch. Sigma remembered planning to call the therapist a few times, and he almost remembered that he had. But those memories couldn't be right, because he could never remember hearing more than the voice on the message machine, and he could never remember actually leaving a message.

The feline didn't even know why it had taken him this long to just walk down to the guy's professional offices. They were only a few blocks down from his apartment, right in the middle of a drive between his place and the mall he went to on most of his free days. He must have driven past it a good dozen times in the last week alone. So why had he never actually gone inside to say hello to his old friend?

Well, Sigma thought to himself as he parked in one of the free spaces near the front of the office, he was going to correct that now.

When he stepped into the office, he was rather surprised to see it near to bare of patients. The chairs that formed a U around the room with the bottom at the door were all empty, save for one, and the guy sitting there could have been a patient or a visitor like him. The way that he was dressed made it impossible to tell.

Sigma ignored him and walked over to the receptionist. She was new too, he realized. Unlike the matronly panda that used to man the spot, it was a new polar bear girl, and a very skinny one at that. She looked up at him with a quizzical eye, and giggled. "Hey, you have an appointment, handsome?" she asked, batting her eyes at him, and making him blush a bit.

"Um, no, I was just hoping to visit Dr. Dink Monz, if he's free," he said, holding back a stutter by sheer will.

She only smiled before looking down at her books. To his surprise, she actually seemed like she had to sound out some of the words and she counted on her fingers when she looked at the time. "Okay, it looks like the doctor's free right now. You can go ahead back and see him," she said with a smile, and a wink besides. Sigma just nodded at her before walking down the hall and taking the first turn to put her out of sight.

He shook his head a few times. He didn't know why she was flirting with him; he was average looking for a feline. Dark fur with a few light gray spots that were interspersed through his coat, combined with a decent height and average build made him alright looking, but not quite handsome. More than that, he didn't quite match the masculine ideal that a lot of folks built up in their heads. His body wasn't broad, nor were his shoulders, and his arms and legs were a little thinner than the average male of his species. However, he had slightly wider hips, and sometimes he couldn't quite help walking with a bit of a swish in his step. It was better now than it was, but it had been one of the reasons he'd been down here in the first place.

Despite the behavior of the new receptionist, he quickly forgot about her as he wandered the familiar halls of the therapy offices. The walls were painted green and had little arrows pointing to the offices of the different doctors. It didn't take him long to find the one pointing him towards Dink Monz, and he quickly made his way along. Sigma wondered just how the doctor would react to him coming in for a visit. He hoped that he'd be alright with it.

It didn't take him long to find the familiar oak door with the gold plaque, and he smiled a bit in anticipation. "Well, time to make up for lost time," he said as he turned the doorknob, knocking as he stepped in. "Dr. Monz?"

"Sigma, Sigma, so good to see you. Please, come in." The doctor sat in a chair on the other side of the room, wearing a mask and gloves as well as his usual suit. Yet, despite not seeing the man's face, Sigma was sure he could hear a smile in the therapist's voice. "Take a seat. Good to see you again; I thought you might never come around again if it wasn't for professional reasons."

"Heh, you're too good a friend for me to stay away for long, Doctor," the feline said with a smile. He gently shut the door behind him and made his way over to the only other seat in the room. He pulled his tail around and held it across his lap as he sat down, brushing it lightly. "Sorry I've been away for so long. It's been pretty hard for me to remember to come down and see a friend sometimes."

"What do you mean? You were here just a few days ago, I thought." The doctor cocked his head to the side, pulling a little notepad out of his pocket. He flipped through a few pages. "Yes, that's right. You were here three days ago." He looked from it. "Don't you remember?"

"That's impossible." Sigma shook his head a few times. "I was at the mall that day, spending time with some friends. I remember driving by your office, but I don't remember coming in."

"Well, you did." Dink shut the notepad and put it away again. "I can show you the video footage if you don't believe me, but you were right here. In this office." Leaning back, he folded his hands together. "Are you sure that you don't remember?" Sigma shook his head. "Hmmm, that's not good. I think that we might need to schedule you for another appointment for some more hypnosis. Have you ever had memory loss before?"

The feline shook his head. "I can't remember ever having anything like that. I mean, not that I really would - "

"That's kind of the thing about memory loss, yes."

"But I spend enough time with other people that they would have told me if I was blanking out, forgetting things." He shook his head. "I think I want to get a handle on this fast. Do you think that you can schedule me for something today? I don't want to let this last longer than I have to."

"Well, I guess I can do that." The doctor rolled his chair over to the single desk in the room, next to the door. He clicked his way through a few programs before scrolling down one spreadsheet. "Hmmm, yes, now would work rather well. And just because we're good friends, I'll do this on the house for you." He turned his head, a little glimmer in the eye holes of the mask catching Sigma's eyes. "Sound good?"

"Very good, Dr. Monz, very good," Sigma said. It was a little weird to be getting back to hypnosis on what was supposed to be a friendly visit, but he didn't know how long this had been going on. Better to get it figured out quickly rather than let it continue to a point where it would really bother him, really affect his life. "So, do you want to use the pendulum again, or do you - "

"Oh, nothing so contrived this time, Sigma," the doctor said. He close down the computer and slid back to his normal spot. He folded his hands together, and Sigma could almost swear he could actually hear the smile growing behind his therapist's mask. "Last time that you had a session with me, I put a little trigger in your mind, just something to bring you down to a hypnotic trance quickly if I needed to. I think now might be a good time to test it, don't you?"

A small part of Sigma's mind felt a little uneasy, but he discarded that thought. This was his doctor. He knew best. "Sure. Might as well see if there's anything faster than the pendulum. That thing took forever to put me under."

"Don't I know it," the masked man said. "Well, let's see if it works. Are you comfortable?"

"Yes, quite," Sigma said as he stretched a bit.

"Alright then. 'Slip Away'."

As the words filled his ears, Sigma immediately felt himself slipping away. His arms went slack, and his head drooped down over his chest. His ears lowered slightly, and his tail relaxed, slightly twitching but no longer tense. Inside his shoes he felt his toes curl once and then relax, and his muscles all through his body followed suit, one last tensing before they were totally, utterly relaxed. But it was his mind that was the most different.

It was very hard to think, but at the same time everything was totally clear. He could remember things, remember different times that he had been in the office. He had been sitting here just three days ago, sitting in this chair, in this same trance. And he could remember the same words filling his head as the doctor started saying now.

"You are a good little sissy boy, Sigma. You remembered to come back, just like I hypnotized you into doing. You are a good sissy boy, coming back to your doctor to help you get better and better, more and more of a sissy, just like you should be. And you're listening to your doctor, listening and obeying, obeying and listening, just like a good sissy boy does to the other men in their lives.

"You are nearly ready for a new stage, little sissy Sigma. You just need to take in another hour of my voice, another hour of hypnosis, and you will be ready for it. Nod your head if you understand me, nod your head, just once, if you understand me."

Sigma slowly nodded, the action as difficult as dragging his body through syrup. He understood, understood. Understood he had to obey. Understood he had to ignore the shouting part of his head, which was even now getting quieter and quieter.

"Good little sissy, good little sissy." Another sound grabbed his attention, not taking it away from the doctor, but adding to what he was saying. What was it? It was sort of...sort of crinkly, crackly in a way. It was almost familiar. "You hear that...you hear the sound with my voice? That's part of your new stage. That's a part of what you will need from now on. You will need the source of this sound. Need it close to you. Because you are going to lose something, little sissy Sigma. You are going to lose something very precious to you, but after a little while, I don't think that you'll mind all that much. But before we get to that, I need you to do something for me.

"Slip Away, Sigma...Slip Away..."

The phrase repeated again, again, and each time that Sigma heard it, things slid away. For a moment he felt his body grow more relaxed, ever more relaxed, more than he could ever remember being, and then that awareness slipped away. It was gone, and all he had left were his thoughts. His thoughts, and the voice of his doctor. His wise, caring doctor, he thought. He felt...felt something warm...but it was only momentary, and then it was gone, replaced by the emptiness of the relaxed trance.

More words from his doctor filled his head, but he was too relaxed to hear them, too tired, too relaxed to really know what they were saying. They slid into his mind, falling into the cracks of his mind, and slowly taking root. They'd grow, he knew, but into what, he didn't know.

"Slip away, Sigma....Slip Away....Slip Away..."

Further and further...going away...relaxing more and more...relaxing and listening....relaxing and obeying...like a good sissy Sigma.

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Knock knock knock. "Wake up, Sigma, wake up."

The knocks continued, and Sigma groaned as he slowly lifted his head. "Ugh...I'm...I'm up, Doctor, I'm up -" He paused as he opened his eyes, seeing a purple door in front of him, and a mirror to his side. A hanger on the door confirmed that he was in some sort of dressing room, like the ones that a person would see at a mall. "What the heck?" he muttered, slowly getting up.

As he stood, he heard a crinkle, a crackle, something different, yet familiar. He'd heard it in his trance, he realized. "What - " He stepped in front of the mirror and stared.

Rather than the conservatively dressed feline with the slightly too swishy hips, he saw himself dressed completely different. Sleeve length striped gloves ran from his hands to just below his shoulders, and his buttoned up shirt was replaced with some sort of girly shirt that didn't even cover his stomach. His pants and shoes had been replaced with some sort of leggings, striped just like the stuff over his arms.

But the source of the crinkling was a large diaper that was wrapped tightly around his crotch, It was the only thing covering him there, he realized as he felt his groin rub against the inside every time he moved. It was so much different than underwear, and just looking at himself wearing it made him blush brightly.

"I'm glad that the hypnosis took so well, sissy Sigma," the voice outside said. Sigma realized that it was his doctor, and blushed even worse. He wanted to rip the door open and confront the therapist, but not while he was wearing diapers. Oh gods, did his therapist put them on him earlier? Was that what had happened in his trance? Was the warm feeling his therapist touching him down there while putting on the diaper?

"I hope you like how it looks," Dr. Monz said, "because you're going to need them for a while."

"What are you talking about?!" Sigma said, only barely keeping his voice hushed. The last thing he needed was for someone to come in here and see him like this.

"Heh, just calm down a moment, and you'll see."

He wasn't sure how he was just supposed to calm down, nor did he really want to know why he needed the diapers. But when the doctor talked like this, teasing, he knew that there was no way that he was going to get an answer out of him easily. He'd just have to go along with it. Closing his eyes, he took a few deep breaths, and he grabbed his tail, gently stroking it a few times, trying to sooth himself with the contact.

Just as he started to feel more relaxed, though, he felt it again. The same warm feeling that he'd felt back at the office filled his diaper, and he looked down with his blush roaring back in full force. Right before his eyes the front of the diaper started darkening, shifting color from the plain white to a darker gray. He was peeing himself! He was literally peeing himself right there in the middle of the dressing room.

"Hehe, thaaaat's it, good boy," the doctor said from outside. "You just can't help yourself, can you? A sissy little boy like you needs diapers." The laughter continued for a little bit longer before starting to fade. Sigma blushed worse and worse, despite the flow ending and not spreading further, and only looked up when he heard a soft thump, like clothes hitting the floor or some seat. "Well, Sigma, looks like you'll need to come out eventually. Maybe I'm leaving you some different clothes here; maybe you'll have to walk all the way out of the mall to your car with just that on. You'll never know until you come out." He heard footsteps outside of his changing room which soon faded, leaving him alone.

A sissy boy alone with his diaper. Sigma wasn't sure what to think about that, or what he was supposed to do. Did he trust his doctor to have left him something, or...or did he just run like a bat out of hell towards the exit?

Dazed, he sat down on the little bench of the changing room, still blushing, trying to figure out what to do.