St. Haniel Asylum Chapter 6
#6 of St. Haniel Asylum
This is my first time writing smut. I apologize if the story is cliche at times.
The story is centered around forced ABDL-themed regression therapy and contains medfet themes
All characters depicted are above the age of 18 years.
In a desperate pinch for money, Samuel finds himself sucked into an experimental modern Asylum that practices regression therapy
after regretfully signing a contract (Or maybe he won't regret it)
"I want you to just relax first. Now face forward alright, I want you to look at my hand and follow it for now okay? Relax, feel, and forget the weight of your body." She paused subtly commanding him. He sunk into the memory foam of the couch, his eyes not so much staring at her hand but through it. His eyes felt glued to the motion of her hand down to the voluntary shakiness it held above his hair. "I want you to think of a place of comfort. Maybe from your childhood. Invite in your subconscious and remember the feelings of that place." She whispered gently. Her hand suddenly shot down his eyes tracking it. As her hand went past the fireplace she disappeared. The world around him changed. He jolted to look around noticing his straitjacket was gone. He was in plaid pajamas and a cartoonish t-shirt. He immediately recognized where he was. His childhood loghouse in Alaska. The fireplace crackling lively as snow piled up outside the window. The warm oranges and browns soothed his mind. He stood up looking in the mirror. He looked down, he was still in his older current body. I must've been like 15-16. This is unreal He thought in disbelief. The soft disembodied voice of Ms. Vixee boomed through his mind, he couldn't make out what she was saying until something caught his eye. In an instant, Ms. Vixee walked into his field of view. "You can't be here!" He felt almost violated that she was intruding. "Oh but why not Sammy, I'm here for you, show me around. I told you I'd always be there for you didn't I" She said. He struggled to accept it but something in the back of his mind invited her in. Telling him to relax again and again.
He walked into his old room with her. The Xbox sat idly by as idle sounds hummed through the soundbar. His old backpack and shoes on the side of his bed. Shamefully he saw the small changing mat by the closet that he needed. He failed to be fully potty trained until around the end of that year due to what doctors said was a birth defect. She pushed past him and sat on his bed. Peering around admiring things. Was it really her like some inception character or just his own personal figment of imagination? In reality, it was half his imagination and partially her real voice acting as her from the outside world. "So this is when you were most happy. The struggle of life hadn't set in yet I guess. The fun and freedom of childhood really is special, isn't it? All those thoughts of wanting to be an adult in these moments back then but deep down you wish you could just stay here forever don't you? In reality, though you didn't even listen to yourself. All those years you really were just pretending to be a big boy, weren't you? 13 years late to potty training and you were still in diapers, and still couldn't take care of yourself, and that's okay. Even now I do everything for you. Mommy puts you in your diapers because you still need them. Mommy feeds you. Even this morning I only gave you those meds so you would be healthy and happy. Everything I do for you is for your own good. Now can you think of anybody back outside that would think about you like that?" She moved closer to him, touching and caressing him before sweeping him down on the changing mat only to sit there and lord over him. He frowned, there was nobody who would do everything for his own good, or hell who was interested in his happiness. It wasn't weird, everything she did really was his good. Why shouldn't he give in? Resisting her didn't exactly work out for him.
He stopped squirming under her and looked into her eyes. "No Ms. Vixee" He said mentally and physically resigning himself to her. Something tugged at his mind begging him to submit. She curled around him and leaned against the wall. He rested his head on her chest. He briefly forgot he was in a sort of dream world as the apparent feeling of her fur and smell of her touched him. "Thank you so much sweetheart I knew were smart. Now let's seal the deal a little. I want you to take everything you want and pull it in like a rope. That happiness and comfort, I want you to take it all in and feel it wash over you." As she spoke she moved her arms up and down over him. He closed his eyes taking in the sensory feelings. He felt tilted as he lay on her chest. The warmth of the fireplace like hot sunlight. Weirdly he felt a slight breeze, his eyes shooting open. He was still outside in his previous state, jacket and all. Ms. Vixee's arms wrapped around his midsection. They were in a botanical garden that was gated off from the outside world. He focused back on what Ms. Vixee said. His body tensed as he quite literally tried to pull in those thoughts. The meditative state having a physical effect on him. "There you go! Now let's push out all those stupid big boy thoughts. Let it all go, you can just be yourself with mommy now." She was whispering into his ear now. Sammy shut his eyes tight. Giving in and trying to completely give up his feelings of responsibility and adulthood. Why did he need it in his current state? He tensed his muscles again pushing against his whole body. He felt happier immediately something gave way quickly that wasn't just mental. He felt more comfortable immediately upon realizing what happened. He had quite literally pushed his maturity out into his diaper messing himself. Ms. Vixee shifted him to sit up straight as she cooed to him. Sammy smiled unworried knowing she would take care of him.
Looking off into the sunset, Ms. Vixee cradled him and lifted him up as they walked back inside. Every step rubbed the messy content of his diaper back into him. He slouched into her grip finally trusting her. Suckling idly on his pacifier mindlessly smiling. Moments later the hypnotherapist from earlier passed them by before turning around to talk. "I see Sammy's acclimated quite well after today hasn't he." She smiled coyly before rubbing his face. Scanning him up and down seemingly noticing not only his clingy stance but the state of his diaper. Amusedly but not surprised she continued to converse with Ms. Vixee. "Oh, I just think he didn't know his place in all this yet. He was quite a challenge for a second there." Ms. Vixee said rocking him slightly. The pink of the hyena faded from view as they came back into his room. His room, nobody else's, because this room was for littles like himself. She immediately set him down on the changing table. The feeling of his messy diaper pressing upon him made him smile in a weird comfort. He sat up, pushing the mush throughout the seat of his diaper. Uncaring that it made the cleanup harder for Ms. Vixee in the end. She emerged from the bottom of the table with a fresh diaper, powder, and some wipes. "Let's get you changed now that you sent a meteorite down on those dinos." Giggling slightly as she said so. Sammy laid back in his straitjacket to help her. He would behave and please Ms. Vixee now. He blushed as she undid the tapes and set to work on him. Cleaning and rediapering him within minutes. Before long she pulled him off the changing table and fell into the futon with him in hand. The lights had already been off. She cuddled him singing a soft lullaby he couldn't make out through his own babyish thoughts about his situation. Drifting softly to sleep in her arms.