John’s Diaper Therapy (Part 2)

(part 1) She reached into the bag and pulled out a diaper, laying it neatly on the table. John’s eyes widened in surprise, and he could see a small stack of more diapers in the bag. “Uh, what are those for?”
“For your comfort and safety,” Brenda explained patiently. “During age regression therapy, some participants find it comforting to wear diapers, as it can evoke feelings of security and simplicity from their early years.”
John swallowed hard, his discomfort growing. “I… I don’t know if I can do that.”
“It’s completely normal to feel hesitant,” Brenda reassured him, her tone gentle but firm. “But remember, this is about helping you cope with your anxieties. Wearing a diaper is just one part of that process.”
John struggled internally, torn between his desire to overcome his anxieties and his reluctance to engage in such a personal act. “Can I… think about it for a minute?”
“Of course,” Brenda agreed, giving him space. “Take all the time you need.”
As John pondered his options, Sarah busied herself organizing the toys in the room, occasionally glancing over at him with understanding in her eyes. The silence stretched on, punctuated only by the faint sound of laughter from somewhere outside the room.
Finally, John took a deep breath, his resolve strengthening. “Okay, I’ll try it.”
Brenda smiled warmly. “That’s great, John. Let’s get you settled then, shall we?”
She approached him with a diaper in hand, her movements precise and professional. John watched as she unfolded the diaper, his heart racing with a mix of apprehension and anticipation. “Just relax, John,” Brenda instructed, her voice calm and soothing. “I’ll guide you through this.”
She helped him remove his pants and underwear, with her touch light and respectful. John felt a flush of embarrassment wash over him, but he forced himself to focus on the task at hand, letting Brenda’s expertise guide him.
Once he was properly diapered, Brenda stepped back, her expression approving. “There, you look very comfortable now,” she commented, handing him a pair of soft cotton shorts to wear over his diaper.
John stood up, adjusting the shorts awkwardly. The bulkiness of the diaper was very weird at first. Still, as he moved around the room, he began to notice a strange sense of ease settling over him. Wearing a diaper relaxed him, helping him release some of his adult worries and responsibilities.
Brenda observed his shifting expressions, her own face mirroring his internal struggle. “How does it feel, John?”
“Strangely… freeing,” John admitted, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I didn’t expect that.”
“Sometimes, the simplest things can have the most profound effects,” Brenda remarked wisely. “Now, why don’t you pick out some toys to play with? Let your inner child come out and play.”
John glanced around the room, his eyes landing on a pile of building blocks. He walked over to them, his steps slow and deliberate, as if testing the limits of his newfound freedom. Bending down, John selected a handful of blocks, arranging them carefully on the floor. As he played, Brenda sat nearby, observing silently. John’s transformation was remarkable; the tense lines of his face had softened, replaced by a look of concentration and contentment. The weight of his adult anxieties seemed to lift, if only for this small amount of time, allowing him to experience the joy of simple play.

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