Latex, Clinic and more - straight male here.

I always wanted to try the gas so when there was no one in the clinic room I thought I would just try a few breaths. I mean what could go wrong?

I take a few deep breaths. Nothing much happens with the first breath, the second breath is, a distinctly sweet smell which fills the mask. It smells chemical, sweet and pungent, but… not unpleasant.

I don’t feel anything until the third and fourth breath and in a moment, I realise how stupid I’ve been. I need to turn the gas back off but it feels like I’m moving through syrup.

My intention to move my hand doesn’t match my muscles exactly and then as I start to fight very hard to coordinate my actions I feel someone else’s hand holding the mask over my face. “No” I gasp” Please. Not the mask!”

“Oh no, you don't," he says, his voice firm “Keep that mask on."

I panic. Each breath is drawing more of the gas into my system. I thrash, but his strong arms envelop me so that despite my movements, the continuing supply of anaesthetic is forced into my lungs making my fight increasingly clumsy.

"Don't struggle, love" he says, his voice simultaneously soothing and menacing. "You'll only make it worse for yourself

The feeling of heaviness, that started after my first few breaths, is much stronger now. Each time I try to push him off, the physical exertion just made me breathe harder, deeper, pulling more sevoflurane into my system. I realize now that the more I fought, the faster the aneasthetic took hold.

My vision begins to waver, the straight lines of the room twisting and bending. I blink rapidly, trying to clear my head, but my eyelids are harder and harder to open each time

My hearing is affected now too: the Doctor’s voice echoes strangely, as if coming from multiple directions at once. “That's right," je says, her voice drifting to me through layers of distortion. "Stop fighting now. You're doing so well. Just close your eyes and drift off now," he orders, is voice seeming to come from very far away. "It’s dreamland for you.” The last thing I remember him saying before I passed out was “You are quite strong Miss but the gas is stronger. It always wins in the end.”

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Not all of the patients at the Regression Clinic like the idea of being out back into nappies

Sometimes we have to persuade them of the benefits of a life well padded. So I push them into the examination chair and strap their hands down so they can’t move and then place the anaesthetic mask into their face:

I find that a mixture of entonox and sevoflurane usually works well

But some patients seem reluctant to breathe in that nice relaxing gas

And they struggle and fight me. They can’t beat the mask though.

Struggling is pointless. I tell them. The gas always wins. Just breathe and relax. We will soon have you in your diaper

And eventually as the gas starts to enter their lungs and bloodstream and impacts on their central nervous system

They find it harder to resist. I mean they struggle but they are still taking in plenty of the anaesthetic as it soaks their brain

And no matter how hard they try. I know they will succumb in the end. And I will produce a nice fluffy soft thick diaper and a pacifier gag for them

And then we can start the treatment process to infantilise them ready for a lifetime in diapers. What bliss…

I’m going to put you out Mr Green. Don’t be nervous I have done this many times before.

You won’t be able to resist the gas so there is no point trying. I have already given you a premed to relax you. That’s why you already feel a little woozy and weak.

So I am going to turn the gas up on the machine and you are going to breath in and out of the mask. It’s as easy as that. Just take deep breaths and don’t try to fight it

You are going to be totally fine. Just concentrate on breathing in and out. I will keep the mask on you. Don’t worry it’s ok. Here we go…

I doubt I will have to turn the gas up too high. You look like a bit of a lightweight and that premed hit you a lot harder than I expected it to. That’s right just breathe nicely in and out.

That feels so good doesn’t it? Feel the mask on your face and feel the gas taking you over. Don’t worry about losing control. I had nurse put you in a nappy when she gave you the pre med. You’ll get used to a thick cotton padding between your legs…

That’s it. Keep breathing the gas. Feel it filling your lungs. That’s a good boy

I can see your eyes are starting to close. Maybe you are a bit tipsy now. Breathe it in and out. Don’t fight. The gas always wins.

Yes you are definitely on the edge of passing out now Mr Green. Just a few more breathes. That’s it. In and out. I’ll just turn the strength up a little bit to nudge you over the edge. Yes that’s right you are going to sleep and there is nothing you can do to stop that.

That’s it. All of that gas has got right into your lungs and into your central nervous system. Turning out the lights. You can just peacefully go under. Nicely gassed up so we can start your age regression treatment.

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Nurse Doreen was happy for the patient to get comfortable with the anaesthetic mask

She busied herself adjusting the controls on the anaesthesia machine, checking the levels of the nitrous oxide and halothane that she would be knocking her patient out with shortly

Julie brought the mask up to her race and inhaled sharply. It had a lovely rubbery smell

She had decided to undergo the adult baby regression treatment. Albeit only the first level. This meant she would be given a. Procedure to induce nocturnal enuresis. Bedwetting.

“Are you ready Julie” said Doreen “I will start you off gently with entonox - that’s a 50:50 mix of nitrous oxide and oxygen. Then when I am ready I will increase the strength and finish you off with the halothane

“Mmmmm” mumbled Julie She didn’t really care at that moment. She greedily grabbed lungfuls of the entonox. She loved the way it made her feel. Floaty as if she was separating from her body

She barely noticed that Doreen had fixed a restraint around her waist using segufix. Julia gulped down the gas. It started to feel stronger and the aroma slightly sweeter.

The hissing sound as the gas was pumped from the machine into the hose became louder. Doreen was adding more and more nitrous oxide and had also released the halothane valve.

The sweet sickly chemical aroma started to overwhelm Julie. She found it harder to breathe. She groaned as she realised she was about to be out under completely. She sensed the gas invading her lungs and a roaring sound in her ears. She did as instructed and breathed steadily and slowly. When she woke up she would have lost the unconscious control of her bladder. Doreen smiled at her patient. “Just a couple more breaths” she encouraged…