    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.