Note: This story contains some graphic descriptions that may be 
upsetting such as defecation, diaper changes, and masturbation, and 
there is some suggested yaoi (To all you non-anime watchers that means 
homosexuality between two males) but there is absolutely no pedophilia 
or any of the other no-no's of DL stories.

In the not too distant future, a changing world becomes Ian's 
playground as he uses his powers of hypnosis to con his best friend 
into wearing diapers. But will he be prepared for the backlash that 
comes from such manipulation?

From the mind that brought you The Baby Vampire, Chaos Warriors, and 
Telekinetic. Note to all readers, this is a work of fiction, and all 
characters accept for Kyle are works of the imagination.

Violet Skies, Painful Lies, Inner Cries
By Nathanielle Sean Crawford

Part One: Ian's fantasy

Ian Calhoun loved the concept of hypnotism. Of all the psychiatric 
devices used to analyze the human brain, hypnosis was the most 
versatile. With it one could make the most painful experience in the 
world feel like pleasure. Memories could be created artificially and 
real ones could be suppressed or uncovered.

Hypnosis, in the hands of the expert, could cure mental illnesses and 
break disorders such as insomnia and anorexia. It could also provide 
the placebo effect and help to stop bedwetting...it could even have the 
reverse effect.

For the last two years Ian had watched his best friend Kyle growing up 
and maintaining such a beautiful childish look. Kyle was too young for 
a beard so people often mistook him for being twelve or eleven, as Ian 
did when the two first met. The boy's brilliance far surpassed even the 
adults he came into contact with, another trait Ian found 
overwhelmingly enticing.

While Ian was sixteen Kyle was fourteen and unfortunately, since Kyle 
did homeschooling with his mother (Preferring that to the hellhole 
school he'd have to go to) the two of them didn't get to meet often. 
When they did meet Kyle and Ian spent hours in front of the computer 
blasting other players away on Tacitical Ops and Unreal Tournament or 
journeying through the woods around Kyle's house loving the wilderness 
and the exercise.

Kyle wasn't like most kids. He was a master on the computer but he was 
also an outdoorsman in the making. Kyle had hundreds of things going 
for him and Ian was glad to know him. But there was just one thing Ian 
wished more than anything...that Kyle shared his interest in diapers.

That was Ian's second love. From an early age he was fascinated by 
diapers. With his job as an intern for the Burlington Psychiatric 
Center (BPC) he spent some of his paycheck on a package of Depend 
overnights which he used quite often. When he wore them he loved the 
feel against his skin, and the way they covered only what was 
necessary, so that he could walk about his room and let the cool night 
air brush against the skin of his bare legs as he walked about the 
glass roofed observatory that was his bedroom.

Ever since his parents died two years ago, and the government 
recognized Ian's right to live on his own, the inheritance gave him a 
life few others his age only dreamed of. Ian was quite intelligent, 
having graduated from high school at the shocking age of thirteen and 
as his mother and father both had high paying jobs with BPC and the 
Institution of Superior Mental Capacity he the companies readily 
offered him jobs when he was old enough to work. Knowing that the 
Institution only wanted to study his brain he opted for the BPC, 
knowing full well he could live without fear of becoming a guinea pig 
all the while keeping food on the table for himself and any guests he'd 
have over.

Ian's house was on the coastal shores of Burlington, Vermont where the 
Atlantic Ocean was slowly beginning to claim land with little or no 
sign of retreating. It was a three floor house with a single master 
bedroom and a basement where he kept his library and a small laboratory 
for studying whatever he desired. Five guest bedrooms were on the 
second floor and Ian recently added the glass roof to the bay windows 
all ready overlooking the sea. In another room he kept a computer with 
all of the latest games and upgrades including a holographic imaging 
system and virtual reality interfaces.

It was the perfect life thus far, yet Ian's dreams and fantasies, he 
feared, would never be fullfilled. Among those wishes was to be able to 
use his diapers as often as he wished, but that wasn't possible with 
the high security measures taken at BPC. He could easily wear his usual 
style of clothing any time, but the X-ray scanners in the high-security 
wards where he was sometimes sent would see right through his clothing 
and detect the diapers beneath his clothing, and then it would be an 
hour of making up some on the spot lie with Earl the Security Chief and 
his boss.

No, it wasn't worth the trouble, and after the loss of his parents his 
coworkers would more than likely see this as a mental cry for help, and 
Ian would then become a resident of BPC not an employee.

Kyle wasn't a patient at BPC, but his mother was a teacher and she 
often came to give lessons to the children residents of the facility. 
As a part of Ian's job as an Intern he offered his services to the 
daycare quite often, and as Kyle was slightly too old for the daycare, 
Ian took him under his wing for several days, showing him the ropes of 
the center. When Ian presumed to talk to him as if he was an elementary 
school student, Kyle firmly and corrected him on his manner, and from 
that point on the two of them respected one another implicitly.

For years Ian studied and practiced the complexities of hypnotism and 
by the age of sixteen he had written a complete book of the tricks and 
the methods he had worked out on his own. For instance adjusting his 
own voice to form a rhythmic beat as he spoke, planting subliminal 
suggestion through sheer act of will, dressing in clothes that catch 
the eye in such a way that it makes people forget where the voice is 
coming from, and of course physical gestures such as snapping of the 
fingers.

"To gain the attention of the subject, a repetitive yet subtle visual 
cue will focus both his conscious mind while allowing his subconscious 
to weaken and open itself to suggestion," He sat back in the swivel 
chair looking out at the breaking tides. The sun set over the horizon 
leaving the starry night sky to take on its newly acquired violet hues. 
He was reading from an old book on hypnosis which he found at a garage 
sale for five credits a piece. It was copyrighted in the year 1965, 
long before the first signs of Telepathy and Advanced Extrasensory 
Perception were detected, but it's information was still useful and he 
spent half an hour recording notes from it.

"Common tools for use in hynposis are flashing objects such as mirrors 
or a stop watch and they are best used when the subject is under great 
stress or fatigued." Ian remembered the sessions on tape that BPC 
recorded for educational purposes. Most of those doctors required such 
tools for hypnosis, others simply instructed their patients to relax, 
preferring the more modern techniques. Ian had several advantages that 
would allow him to use either method with twice the results.

Naturally, his goal was to hypnotize Kyle, to get him to lose bladder 
and bowel control, and then have him go to Ian for help. Ian went to 
bed that night imagining Kyle with a full load in his pants needing to 
be cleaned as he looked to Ian confused and scared.

 Ian began to feel the usual reaction through the material of his 
diapers and he reached down and rubbed it carefully with his left hand. 
He looked out at the ocean as it crashed against the shores and took 
delight as the full moon enhanced the purple night sky with its radiant 
reflection. The violet hues came from the regenerative chemicals being 
released into the atmosphere to repair the O-Zone layer. Most of the 
stars and planets could no longer be seen, but the moon and a few of 
the constellations were still visible.

He fell asleep shortly after he came. For the longest time he had tried 
to leave Kyle out of his fantasies only out of respect. Now he needed 
to act or those fantasies would haunt him for the rest of his life. But 
first, Ian would have to test his newly acquired skill.

* * *

The next morning Ian woke up to a soaking wet diaper. This was the 
first night he actually peed it without trying too hard, and he 
realized this could give him trouble at work if he wasn't careful. 
Fortunately he only wore his diapers at night or in the house so he 
could still control his bladder during the day.

He ate toast and oatmeal knowing he had two hours before he had to get 
to work. As he read a copy of Anne Rice's Blood and Gold he waited for 
the fiber to kick in. It happened about the time Marius met Avicus and 
Mael, his bowels were beginning to move. Ian placed the book down and 
stood up and let it go.

It took a few seconds as he didn't like to push, but the poop was so 
full of fiber and so heavy that he didn't have to. His cheeks spread 
and the hole of his butt opened up and let the feces pass through. Ian 
bent over to and flexed his muscles a bit to help it along. A few deep 
breaths helped as well, it was like Zen in a way.

Ha, he thought. Zen pooping. There's a concept.

Ian pushed a few times to get the rest of it out and even peed some 
more. He then went into the bathroom and began to undo the diaper. He 
carefully emptied it into the toilet and sat there for a few seconds 
incase he had to go some more. Then he used a small jet stream faucet 
installed on his toilet to clean away the excess poop and he patted 
himself down with toilet paper before hopping in the shower for a quick 
rinse.

The BPC was on the other side of town and Ian, dressed in a warm gray 
sweat jacket and black jeans made his way for the bus stop that would 
get him to work in less than ten minutes. The main building was once 
the former Burlington State College campus purchased in 2005 by a 
Psychology major for the purposes of curing rampant mental illnesses 
such as ADHD, Scizophrenia, and Autism. Since then, however, the BPC 
had become a joint project with offices throughout the United States, 
Canada, and Mexico, and with the high success ratio the governments of 
all three nations declared the Burlington Psychiatric Center a complete 
tax right off, thus allowing members of all financial status to seek 
the aid of the organization.

Ian wasn't the first intern to work with the organization, but he was 
the youngest in the country. The director was a real close friend of 
his mother's before she died, and this job was given more out of 
loyalty than out of qualifications. Still, Ian hoped to make a career 
out of all of this given his interest in the hypnotic sciences. With 
the loss of land threatening to inflate all sources of income people 
with special talents would be given first dips and by the time he was 
18 Ian would have the makings for a fully operating business of his 
own. Who knew? Perhaps by the time he turned forty BPC would crash 
beneath his corporate intelligence and Ian would have full control of 
the mental health system...all because of one little fantasy that was 
about to come true.