Watersports

Chapter Forty: Nothing is Wrong The afternoon flew by. Between the dense conversation after lunch and the incredible pace at which Little Boja received upgrades, Adam’s mind was spinning and paying little attention to the passage of time. Joomi used a combination of micro-bots and nanites to enhance Little Boja’s eyes and nose, preserving their appearance while turning them into touch sensors, recording Adam’s fingerprint so that only he could activate the features. This also made it unnecessary for the eyes to be turned into compressible buttons, and there were no visual indications of him adjusting features, because all of the menu and response indicators occurred in his ear. Not only were the changes invisible on Little Boja, but the process was like a slow-burning magic. Joomi programmed the tasks for the microscopic bots, injected them into a transparent, goopy substance that she lathered onto his eyes and nose, and that was it. Within an hour(ish), the changes were made without any fanfare or visual cue; just an alert on a screen that said it was complete. Adam subtly pinched himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming (he wasn’t). While she prototyped various computing options, trying to figure out how to best keep Little Boja squishy but maximize his capabilities, Adam and Boja fine-tuned the translation software from the tablet. Boja convinced him to keep known words in for now, such as Eomma, until they could distinguish it from in the middle of a sentence, versus as a standalone use. That caused them to pivot towards context awareness, and they started by asking for translations. The translator would listen for cues such as “how do you say” or “what’s the word for”, and it would know not to translate the response. This took a fair amount of trial and error, and Boja‘s slick addition was a failsafe in case someone gave a wrong answer. “How do you say fish?” Adam asked in their fourth round of testing. 『 Banana, 』Boja replied. “Yes! It worked! You said banana!” the blonde cheered, and the tiger’s head bobbed happily. There was an excitement in the air and a change in energy amongst the three of them that Adam keenly felt and only began to observe at the end of the day as Joomi began to clean up. He hadn’t necessarily noticed friction or a thickness between them before, but the difference he felt now highlighted it in hindsight. Joomi was happier, more relaxed, and he felt much the same; less guarded, less anxious. It wasn’t that everything was magically fixed… his kibun was still only just beginning. She was still far from accepting and loving herself, and Kang was still hardened and wounded. But he felt more optimistic about his odds now. Though as his eyes trailed to the diaper bag, that did remind him of his predicament. He bit his lower lip, recalling that any attempts to bring Joomi out of isolation meant diminishing, even risking, what little autonomy he had. Whenever outsiders were brought into the mix, he had noticed that Joomi fell more into the performative motherly role. Others defaulted to treating him like a brainless toddler, and she seemed to find that charming, or humorous… or at least, his irritation with it made her smile. “Uh oh,” Joomi stated as she knelt, closing the cover of the tablet and sliding it into a pocket of the diaper bag. “That’s quite a contemplative look.” “Yeah,” he blushed as he dropped his face, angling it to the floor. “Are you worried about going home?” she asked as she inspected the drained sippy cup, giving him an approving nod, and tucked it away. “Sort of,” he sighed as he pulled Little Boja in. Despite the high of feeling closer to her than ever before, he wasn’t sure he was ready to bring her into his plan yet. He’d rather speak with Boja on it first… plus, today had already been a dense day. He didn’t want to add to it, not especially ahead of dinner. “But I don’t imagine they’re going to talk about any of it.” “No,” she chuckled and nodded. “We should be prepared for them to act like nothing is wrong.” “Does that ever bother you?” he blurted out the question before thinking it through, though he didn’t immediately regret it as he often did. “Sometimes,” she replied thoughtfully, staring forward in consideration. “It can be especially difficult when it is at your own expense. But –” she paused, looking at him, and ran her fingers down his arm to take his hand. “In those moments, I remind myself that others have preserved harmony for my benefit, at their expense. It is what family does for each other.” Adam’s mouth dropped open slightly as he stared at her. He felt his heart race, wondering if he was reading too much into it… “I do it all the time,” Boja replied dryly, and both Adam and Joomi broke eye contact, snorting and chuckling as they released hands. “That you do,” Joomi acknowledged warmly, running her hand up his snout and rubbing his ear. He gave a deep noise in his chest, and she smiled widely, then gave a last scan of the area and hooked her hands under Adam’s armpits, hoisting him up. “Shall we dine and talk about how nothing is wrong?” “Sounds like a plan,” he grinned. As expected, dinner consisted of Chana and Joomi making small talk and avoiding discussing anything touchy or remotely interesting. Despite Kang’s impassivity, Mung was distinctly off, or at least Adam thought so, compared to his last visit and not at all like how he was the day of the ceremony. That day, Mung was vigilant, often appearing like a bodyguard or security agent more than a family member at a party. Now, he was quiet as he always was, but his eyes often looked distant, and he was not at all engaged by conversation or company. There was a weight on him that made Adam sad to see, especially given how cheerful he had been upon arrival, and how relaxed and happy he had been during his last visit. Pursing his lips as he swung his legs from his high chair, he grabbed a chunk of cut-up carrot with his training chopsticks and stared at it for a moment. His eyes flickered over to Mung, and he decided to try to lighten the man’s mood. “Uncle Mung, can Jae-yung visit again soon?” he asked just as he popped the carrot in his mouth. Blinking out of his thoughts, the large man looked over at Adam and, for the first time during dinner, smiled. “He would like that,” Mung replied warmly, a bit of joy showing on his face. “I have been talking to Uncle Bak about it,” Joomi added with a nod to Adam. “We are hoping to make it weekly. We just need to figure out and commit to a day.” “Awesome,” Adam chirped, quite satisfied that his goal was rather quickly achieved. He gasped in thought as a reminder of his request popped into his head. “Oh! Have you been able to check on Jeong?” “Jeong?” Kang interrupted before Mung could even think, arching an eyebrow at Adam. “The boy who brought you here?” “Yeah,” the blonde smiled and nodded, briefly looking at his grandfather before pinching his chopsticks together for more food. Kang looked at Joomi, silently giving a questioning look, and she hummed in response as she ran her fingers through Adam’s hair. “Adam has a big heart,” she observed softly, and Adam flushed, keeping his eyes down. 『 Zhang’s boy now, isn’t he? 』Kang confirmed, and Mung nodded, causing the elder brother’s upper lip to twitch. He clearly was not thrilled either with the idea, or perhaps it was Zhang in particular.『 I wouldn’t encourage that, Joomi. 』 『 He won’t give it up easily, 』she mused with a slight shrug, and Adam chewed his food vigorously to have something to focus on.『 And the more negative reactions he gets about Zhang, the more worried he will become for his friend. 』 『 I wasn’t aware he considered him a friend, 』Kang deadpanned as he stared at Joomi, and Adam grabbed his sippy cup, drinking from it quickly as he glanced between them, giving his best ignorant, but curious, expression. 『 Why shouldn’t he? 』she asked innocently, somewhat gasping in offense, and Mung’s mouth twitched in a subtle grin. 『 I think it’s a good idea, 』Chana chimed in as she pushed a bowl of peas towards Adam, pointing to it forcefully as she glanced at Joomi, who nodded and spooned them onto his plate.『 He needs friends to play with. Plus, it gives him more language practice. 』 Kang slowly blinked as he raised his eyebrows, shaking his head slightly in disbelief, but didn’t press the issue. When he and Mung made eye contact, he gave an approving, albeit displeased, nod. Joomi smiled at her mother in gratitude, who winked in reply. “I will soon,” Mung finally replied to Adam, now that he had the permission. “Thank you!” Adam bubbled brightly, perhaps a little more than he should have, but it got another smile out of his great uncle, so he had no regrets. “Wait… what?” Adam puzzled as he craned his neck at the cards laid out in front of Kang, his upper lip curled in confusion. Grandma had convinced everyone (more like demanded) to play one of her favorite board games, which was turning out to be far more complicated than the blonde had anticipated. Kang grinned as he took a sip of his whisky, having just advanced beyond him and Joomi, who were functioning as a team while he was learning. “The result is 200,” Kang explained after his sip, pointing to the first card that was an equation, and Adam nodded in agreement. “Reduced by 10,” he continued, pointing to the card that was just a ten. “Makes 190, divided by 2, which is the result of this one,” he continued, pointing to the next card, another equation. Adam squinted and nodded. “Is 95. Subtract 50 —” he pointed to the next card, which was the whole number. “Is 45, divided by 9, which is the result of this one,” he continued, pointing to the last card, which was an equation, and Adam nodded as he took the time to verify. Kang finished as he pointed to the number his game piece had landed on. “Results in 5.” “Wow,” Adam breathed as he leaned back and nodded, seeing it now. “Your grandfather is, unfortunately, very good at this game,” Joomi chuckled as she ran her fingers through his hair. “Ruthless, even,” Mung lamented playfully, who was taking being in last place with a good amount of grace. “Yes,” Chana nodded, pointing to Mung as she pursed her lips and rolled the dice next. “I didn’t pick it,” Kang excused as he set the glass down, sharing a silent, teasing exchange with his wife. Adam shifted on his mother’s lap and rested his face against his fists, staring intently at it. The game consisted of what he considered traditional board game rules, such as miniature pieces that moved along various paths, but many of the squares had symbols or numbers associated with them. When landing on numbers, the player had to shuffle and draw from a deck of cards that contained whole numbers or equations. The player had one minute to make a logical sequence of the drawn cards, ending in the number on the square, or be knocked back from where they started. If the player landed on a symbol, they likewise had to draw cards from a deck of symbols, and had only thirty seconds to tell a story using the cards, ending on the symbol they landed on. The symbol part was more fun and interactive because the other players drummed their hands on the table throughout the story, shouting when each aspect was included. Adam enjoyed that part the most, as it served both as a means to take part in the player’s story, but also to try to distract them or fluster them with noise. Kang was particularly good at those because his voice was commanding, and he didn’t get flustered at the shouts, and could even yell over them. Meanwhile, Chana, Joomi, and Mung would get distracted by Kang’s yelling, so Adam took over the symbol versions, as his grandfather (thankfully) took it easy on him. The numbers part was blowing his mind, however. He understood the rules, but the speed at which some of the equations needed to be solved was baffling. A player always had one minute, but the number of cards drawn depended on the path a player chose. They could take shortcuts, which caused more cards to be drawn, or stick to the longer path and keep to an “easy” 4 cards drawn. Joomi and Kang had chosen the more difficult paths (which Adam was not at all surprised about), while Mung and Chana took the slow and steady approach. But even his great uncle, who claimed to be bad at this game, was managing the equations at a speed that was surprising. As they proceeded, Joomi had pulled 6 cards, and all of them had equations on them, yet she completed the challenge before Adam was done calculating the equation results. Which… he had to remind himself was at least expected from her. He had been nominally aware that Amazon brains were better attuned to numbers, but this was the first time he was witnessing and experiencing it, and it was rather unsettling. He had a penchant for this kind of stuff and still found it difficult… for a moment, he frowned as he wondered if this contributed to why Amazons saw Littles as they did… physically as small as toddlers, unable to keep up in a family board game… Thankfully, there wasn’t much time to let those thoughts linger. Stories and drumming were had, Mung failing several times throughout as Chana continued forward at a steady pace, but it became clear the contest was firmly Kang versus Team Adoomi (name courtesy of Adam). The table gasped when Kang reached the end first, but to officially win, he had to beat one final contest, determined by the table. “Maybe numbers?” Mung suggested, but Adam shook his head. “No, story!” he exclaimed. “That’s a more fun way to end!” “Agreed!” Chana bubbled in delight at her grandson. “It doesn’t matter either way,” Kang grinned as his eyes tracked the conversation, sitting back, confident in his victory. “You haven’t won yet, Father,” Joomi warned playfully, wagging a finger at him that only made him grin wider. “I agree. A contest of symbols.” “Very well,” Kang nodded in acceptance of the challenge, setting his hand upon the symbol deck. “What is the ending symbol?” All eyes went to Adam, who blinked in surprise but quickly accepted the responsibility as he tapped a finger on his lower lip, considering. He wanted it to be difficult, something that wouldn’t naturally fit as the climax of a story… he smiled mischievously at Kang, who arched an eyebrow. “Balloons,” he challenged, hoping a more childish option might be difficult for him to use. “Balloons?” Kang echoed, smirking at him in approval, and looked up in thought. “Okay.” He pulled out the five cards required to win, and he laid them out one at a time for everyone to see: a phone, a ghost, a snowflake, a book, and a monkey. Kang’s eyes searched over the cards, flittering back and forth as he moved them around to set an order in the ten seconds he was given before Chana yelled, “Start!” Everyone began drumming at the edge of the table. Kang took a few additional seconds to gather his thoughts and nodded as he looked up dramatically, lifting the snowflake card. “One snowy night –” “SNOW!” everyone shouted. “A monkey –” “MONKEY!” “Made prank phone calls –” “PHONE!” “But when a ghost –” “GHOST!” “Answered one of the calls, he became frightened and hung up. He decided it was best to have a quiet night instead by reading a book –” “BOOK!” “About his favorite topic,” Kang said in a leading tone as he made eye contact with Adam, and grinning, he pointed to him for the grand finale. “Balloons!” Adam groaned, lifting his hands to cover his face as Kang laughed, lifting the remainder of his whisky in a toast while everyone clapped for his victory. “Well done!” Chana giggled as she clapped for her husband. “It was a good choice,” Joomi complimented Adam as he kissed the top of his head. “He got lucky with book.” “Lucky!” Kang scoffed with a laugh, pointing to his daughter as he looked at Adam. “And she claims I’m the sore loser.” Adam snickered up Joomi, who gaped at her father as Chana laughed, waving her hand as if to dismiss any conflict in the air as if it were smoke, and she began to clean up and put away the pieces. Mung stepped away to take a call to say goodnight to Jae-yung, and Kang moved to the kitchen, setting his glass down and checking his watch. 『 Another, dear? 』Chana asked as she looked over her shoulder, pointing to his glass, and he nodded as he stretched his neck, heaving a heavy sigh. Joomi paused her cleaning of the table, her eyes darting over to her father. She shifted to her left and gently slid Adam off her lap and down onto the floor. “Why don’t you pick out a book for your grandmother to read to you for bedtime?” she suggested quietly, giving him a gentle pat on his bottom. His shoulders tensed as his face flushed, taking a few steps as he absently nodded, feeling a bit of… he paused, looking up in thought, trying to figure out the best term for it. Maturity whiplash? Eh, it would suffice for now. He blew air out of his nose in a silent laugh as he built the dictionary definition of this new term in his head as he approached Boja: maturity whiplash (noun) the disorienting and/or dissonant feeling caused by being treated as an adult and a toddler in rapid succession “What’s funny?” Boja asked suspiciously as Adam stepped up to him, reaching out and grabbing Little Boja, who sat between the massive paws. “My life,” Adam snorted, hugging Little Boja and bowing his head in gratitude before turning off and waddling down the hall towards his jungle-themed nursery. Once in, he immediately walked to his right towards the bookshelf, but before he could get involved in the selection process, he heard the strained whispering of people who didn’t want to be overheard. Curious, he stepped a little closer to the open door. 『 Joomi, leave your father in peace, 』Chana chided, but the end of her sentence was clipped. 『 It’s all right, 』Kang sighed.『 Your brother will be arriving shortly, as will Bom and Shik, but they won’t be coming here. I’ll handle everything in the communal house, away from you and Adam. 』 There was a weight to the pause, and Adam held his breath. 『 What does that mean? 』she asked hesitantly, which was followed by another pause, but much shorter than the previous. 『 Geon will be handling government calls starting tomorrow, 』Kang replied vaguely, yet Adam felt the implications all the same. His instinct was to jump to the worst-case scenario, but that felt extreme, even for Kang. At minimum, it meant Shik had been removed from the prestigious work with the government, replaced by Kang’s son… but perhaps more importantly, Joomi’s younger brother. Adam was only given a moment to smile at that news as he felt the approaching footsteps before seeing the shadow in the hall, and he quickly jumped backwards towards the bookshelf. Unsure of just who it was that approached, he quickly grabbed the pacifier dangling against his torso and shoved it in his mouth, stepping up to the bookshelf to begin scanning the books, hoping to appear innocently busy. “Did you find book?” his grandmother asked warmly as she stepped in, and he looked up at her, gripping Little Boja tightly and shaking his head. She knelt beside him as she hummed, assessing their options, and gasped as she reached a hand out. She pulled a book out and showed him the cover, and he smiled; it was, of course, a cooking book. There was a drawing of a young girl and, presumably, her mother behind a pot of soup, surrounded by chopped vegetables. “How about this?” He nodded again and pointed to that title, then looked at her. She pointed and slowly articulated the Goryeoan words, slowly enough that the translator didn’t kick in until she repeated them faster. 『 Help Mommy Cook, 』she repeated. “Okhay,” he said as he nodded again just as Joomi entered the room, smiling at them. “Shall we get you in jammies?” she asked softly, bending over and putting her arms out for him. He quickly approached, assessing her face for a moment, but he looked down at Little Boja as she spoke to her mother.『 Father and Mung are heading out. Are you staying? 』 『 Of course! I have a book to read to my grandson, 』Chana giggled excitedly, placing a hand on the back of Adam’s head for a moment, then placed it on Joomi’s forearm and gave it a supportive squeeze.『 But I will see them out. 』 Joomi nodded as Chana left, and she silently moved toward the dresser to pick out his pajamas. Adam pointed to the navy blue set with stars on it and a crescent moon on the butt; he hated that part, but it was the most comfortable set he had. Most of his clothes were more comfortable than anything he had previously owned, but she had a love for footie pajamas, and most got very warm throughout the night, and the night sky set was the most breathable. He made a mental note to ask Uncle Bak about his pajama preferences the next time he visited; he was bound to have not insanely sweat-inducing options that were also more reserved in their design. She beamed at him, pulling out to inspect it, dangling it a bit before turning it around to giggle at the crescent moon butt. “Eommaaaa,” he groaned behind the pacifier, planting his forehead on her shoulder. “What? It’s cute!” she tittered, kissing the top of his head and hugging him. On her way to the changing table, she slowed her pace and lingered in the middle of the room, taking in a deep breath and then letting it out. It was one of those sighs that many could recognize and understand just by its sound. A sigh that signaled the release of a long-held burden, or the relief at finally feeling seen. Perhaps both in her case. Adam smiled as he pressed his ear against her chest, hearing the calming of her heart, and he closed his eyes, letting her own diminishing anxiety soothe him as the soft sounds of the jungle nursery faded into the background.

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These silly little sissy babies thinking they could EVER win a game against real adults   Fun story. And a true one you say?

Locked in to the facility, Anna and Ryan can only guess at what is going to happen to them. When one of the guards disrespects his wife, Ryan is unable to hold himself back... no matter the consequences.  ---  I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- For most of the morning Anna and Ryan sat at the table. It didn’t take long for Georgie to get bored with her new friends and wander off. The couple didn’t talk much and must’ve been boring to the more regressed mind, Anna only prayed she wouldn’t end up the same way. “What do you think is happening to Jane?” Anna asked after a while. “I’m sure she’s fine.” Ryan replied. Anna knew it was supposed to be comforting but it didn’t work. “What if they sent her back to-…” Anna started. “Stop.” Ryan said firmly, “You’re imagining the worst-case scenario, I get it. We don’t know what’s going on though, speculating on it doesn’t help any of us.” Anna spent most of her time looking around the room and observing. She tried to pretend that she was some sort of documentary film maker, she was there to document these people in their natural habitat rather than be one of them. The illusion was somewhat broken when her diaper flushed with warmth. She wondered if Ryan was wet as well. They were frequently brought bottles to drink from and were supervised until they had downed at least half the liquid. “What do you think they do about… you know.” Ryan asked in almost a whisper. “What?” Anna asked. “Changes.” Ryan’s cheeks flushed pink. That probably answered Anna’s earlier thoughts about whether Ryan was wet. “They’ll check us.” Anna said with a sigh. She didn’t like being the expert in these scenarios. “Great…” Ryan muttered. “Would you prefer going to one of those men and telling them you need your diaper changed?” Anna asked a little more sharply than she intended. Ryan looked away and Anna immediately felt bad. She put a hand on his arm and when he looked back at her she apologised. They put their heads together, Anna closed her eyes and wished she could make her husband feel better about everything that was happening. It was impossible. Hours passed. Anna and Ryan were, thankfully, left alone at the table. The only interactions they had with the staff was when they brought over bottles. Anna did her best to distract Ryan, keeping him talking about things on the outside and things they would do together when they were free again. Whilst it was somewhat effective, it was also impossible to ignore that both their diapers were getting wetter as time progressed. Anna didn’t mention it to Ryan, but she had seen him drink as much as she had. All that liquid had to go somewhere. “Lunch time!” Mr. Roberts called out. Anna looked over her shoulder and saw a long table had been set up. It was exactly as she expected, with a lot of regular chairs interspersed with highchairs. There were two of the babyish seats set up at the head of the table and Anna could imagine who they were for. “We better go.” Anna said. “What if I don’t want to move.” Ryan asked plaintively. “Then I think they might drag you over.” Anna replied honestly. Anna stood up. The diaper pulled down against her onesie, the elastic material struggling to hold up the heavy disposable which was at the point of leaking. She watched Ryan stand up and instantly saw that he was, indeed, in a similar position. Ryan stood with his legs apart and looking down in disgust. “Come on.” Anna said to her husband. She took his hand and gently led him towards the long table. Most of the seats were already taken, but as Anna approached the highchairs at the head of the table, she was stopped. Mr. Roberts called over two other men who came over and roughly checked the diapers. “They need changes, sir.” The one who hand just grabbed Anna’s butt said. “Yeah, HE is about to leak.” The one standing next to Ryan smirked. The emphasis on the word “he” made the sentence both an accusation and an insult. It wasn’t missed, Ryan looked away and closed his eyes. “Alright, go sort them out.” Mr. Roberts said, “Then bring them back here and feed them.” Anna felt a push in her back, and she stumbled forwards. They headed towards the changing tables at the back of the room. It didn’t seem like privacy was a concern for the men who ran the place. The man prodding Anna forwards reached out to grab her and Anna slapped his hands away. “I can do this myself.” Anna growled. The protestations didn’t help. Anna felt a hand on her ass pushing her up. She glared at the man who was “helping” her as she laid down. She looked across and saw Ryan was having a similar issue with his guard. “You call yourself a man…” The guard said as he poked and prodded the padding, “Don’t make me laugh.” Ryan was going red in the face. A combination of the humiliation and anger made him ball up his fists. The guard continued to goad him though. Anna couldn’t hear every word, but she knew they must’ve been barbs pointed at her husband because he was getting increasingly angry. She was so distracted that she barely even noticed her own diaper change. “You’re just a bitch.” The person changing Ryan said as he pulled the tapes away on the diaper. He was really taking his time, making it last as long as he could, “We ought to just do a few choice cuts then you can join them.” As the man spoke, he reached down and grabbed Ryan by the testicles. His hand threatening to squeeze without doing so. Anna could see Ryan positively shaking and it wasn’t from fear, she couldn’t let him face the barrage alone, she had to try and help him. “Ryan, don’t-…” Anna started. “Shut up, slut.” The person changing her diaper said. The casual cruelty seeming like such an ordinary thing from him. “Don’t call her that.” Ryan said darkly as the man with a grip on his balls let go. “Well, look at that.” The person changing Ryan said with a harsh laugh, “Maybe he does have a pair after all. What are you going to do, big man?” Ryan bared his teeth. Anna wanted to say something, but she had no idea what. She knew if she opened her mouth she would just be told to shut up again, and that would make Ryan even more angry. “What are you going to do, hmm?” The man continued as he leaned down over Ryan, “Maybe I’ll show your slut what a real man is like…” Anna barely had time to process what she was hearing before Ryan sprung up off the table. She gasped and then screamed as Ryan, naked from the waist down, launched himself on to the man. She covered her mouth as she saw punches being thrown, primarily from Ryan, and then lifted herself into a half-sitting position as the man changing her ran the few short steps and tackled Ryan to the ground. “Ryan!” Anna screamed. Elsewhere in the room some of the more regressed women started crying, many others were adding to the general confusion with shouting. More men were running over, and Ryan was soon buried beneath the burly guys. Anna didn’t know what to do, she certainly couldn’t get the guards off her husband, but she was loathe to remain where she was. “Get him up!” Mr. Roberts said. The genial expression he had worn when Ryan and Anna first arrived had disappeared. Now he seemed completely dispassionate, “Bend him over the table.” “W-What are you doing?” Anna asked desperately, “Stop it!” “We’re going to show him that he is not the one in control here.” Mr. Roberts replied, “And you’ll stay where you are unless you want to join him.” Anna let out a noise halfway between a whimper and a growl of frustration. Ryan was lifted up and draped over the side of the changing table. He didn’t look hurt, but he was quickly held in place, still struggling against the guards. Mr. Roberts whispered something to the man who had originally been goading Ryan and he smiled and nodded before walking quickly away from the scene. “Mr. Manning, I understand this is difficult for you.” Mr. Roberts said as he walked around to face Ryan, standing in between the man and his wife, “But you must understand that whilst you are here, you have no more rights than any of the women. I was told very specifically to treat you no differently.” Ryan’s response was a string of expletives. Anna closed her eyes and tears that she hadn’t been aware were filling her vision ran down her cheek. When she saw the goading man return, and saw what he was holding, she let out a little gasp. “Mr. Roberts… Sir, please forgive him, it’s a difficult transition and…” Anna said. It was as if she were begging the man to save her husband’s life. “It is out of my hands.” Mr. Roberts replied emotionlessly, “You’ll do well to remain quiet.” Anna balled up her hands and hit the padding of the table impotently. The man who had left the room now returned with a what was very clearly an enema kit. Ryan, held against the table, had no idea what he was in for. The next few minutes were an agony for Anna. She watched as the bag full of water was placed on a stand that had been wheeled over. She saw the nozzle being lubed up and she could do nothing to warn Ryan as it very suddenly probed him. Ryan let out a scream of shock that produced laughs from the men holding him down. As the surprise subsided the swearing began again in earnest. Anna wished, more than anything, that she could’ve volunteered for the punishment and saved her husband from the humiliation he was suffering. She knew it was only going to get worse. Anna could see the fight disappear from Ryan as the valve on the clear plastic tube was loosened. His eyes widened and he stared at Anna, it must’ve been an incredibly strange feeling for him. Anna had experienced an enema or two in her life, she hated them, seeing it done to Ryan was testing her ability to stay where she was to the very limit. “The more you relax the easier this bit will be.” Mr. Roberts said. He patted Ryan on the head. “Ryan…” Anna moaned through tears and made to step forwards. She just wanted to cuddle her husband and tell him that everything would be alright. “No.” Ryan said. His voice was strained, and he winced as he spoke, “Stay there.” Anna sat back down but covered her face with her hands. She had always been a woman of action. Having to remain still whilst her husband was punished in that way felt like more of a torture than if it was her receiving the enema. “Well, isn’t that cute…” The man who had brought the enema said with a sneer, “It’s a bit late to try to be the big man protecting your girl, Ryan.” Anna could only watch as the enema continued to be delivered. She tried to whisper encouragement to Ryan, but one look from Mr. Roberts quickly stopped her. By the time the last of the liquid disappeared down the tube it looked like Ryan was in a lot of pain. “Stand up.” Mr. Roberts said, “Slowly.” Ryan did as he was told, and he wobbled a little. Anna gasped as she looked at Ryan’s belly, it was bulging out a little as if he was in the early stages of pregnancy. His hands quickly held the swollen area that was undoubtedly causing him cramping pain. “You’ve got to keep it all in for five minutes when I take this tube out.” The man who had caused all this said, “If you don’t, you’ll be cleaning it up and then we’ll be doing this again. Understood?” Ryan nodded. His resistance was gone. He was clearly in pain and all he wanted was for that feeling to go away. Unfortunately, there was only one way that was going to happen. Anna watched the tube get pulled out and a tiny trickle escaped down his inner thigh before he could clench himself closed. Anna had tears running down her face as her husband was told to get back on the table. His belly bulged from all the liquid swirling away; she could only imagine the pain and discomfort he was going through. It was clearly a struggle for him to get up without losing everything that had just flowed inside him. As soon as he laid down, the guard who had started the whole thing taped a new diaper on to him. “Now you hold that until I say otherwise.” The guard said, “You got that?” “Yes…” Ryan hissed between clenched teeth. Anna could see that Ryan was sweating, as if the very water that filled his lower digestive system was finding other ways to leak out. He grimaced and writhed, and all Anna could do was watch. Any time she opened her mouth she was given glares of warning until she closed it again. It was agony to watch her husband’s resistance crumble until he was reduced to pure desperation. “Please…” Ryan whimpered after a few minutes. His bottom lip quivered, and his hands hugged his bulbous belly. “Not yet.” The guard replied. He theatrically checked his watch. “I’m begging you…” Ryan continued, “It hurts so much.” “Another couple of minutes.” The guard answered with clear relish at what he was doing. Anna sobbed and turned away from Ryan. She couldn’t bear to see him in so much pain; she couldn’t bear to see him reduced to begging. The whimpering and almost whispered pleas for mercy continued. It felt like a lot longer than the original five minutes had elapsed. “I… can’t…” Ryan’s voice was strained. “Unless you want another one of these you will keep holdi-…” The guard started. “For God’s sake!” Anna exclaimed as she turned to the man torturing her husband, “Just let him do it!” “Quiet.” The guard replied, “Unless you want one of these yourself.” Ryan’s face was twisted as sweat poured down his forehead. His eyes were closed and his cheeks a deep red. Anna was about to open her mouth to start begging when the guard checked his watch again. “Alright. You can let it out.” The guard said. He sounded disappointed, as if he would’ve preferred to keep Ryan in that position and suffering for a lot longer. Anna heard Ryan gasp and heard what sounded like pouring water going into the diaper. She looked and saw the bottom pushing out before quickly turning away. The least she could do was try to give Ryan some privacy. She knew how he would be feeling. The combination of extreme humiliation with relief. It wasn’t long until Anna could smell what Ryan had done. After a minute or so she looked over her shoulder to see Ryan, his head against the padded table and his hands covering his face. The guard was pressing the poppers of his onesie back together. “What are you doing?” Anna said as she hopped down from her changing table, “You have to change him!” “Mr. Roberts wants him to think about what he did.” The guard said with clear relish, “He’ll be changed when Mr. Roberts wants him to be changed.” “But…” Anna started. “Don’t.” Ryan’s voice came out as a hoarse whisper, “Just leave it.” “See? He’s starting to learn his lesson.” The guard laughed as he turned to walk away. Anna gingerly walked over to her husband’s side. She placed a hand on his arm and felt him jump as if her fingers conducted electricity. A tear ran down her face as she saw Ryan’s chest move up and down rapidly, he was crying. “I’m so sorry.” Anna whispered. Ryan didn’t reply. It was clear he was trying to hide his tears from Anna. Whether it was because of his masculine pride or if it was because he wanted to remain strong for Anna, she didn’t know. “Shall I… head over to the lunch table?” Anna asked. She wanted to give Ryan the chance to say no if he wanted. He nodded his head, “Alright, I love you, OK?” Anna walked away from Ryan and the smell in the air around him. She kept looking back, willing, at the slightest hint that he may want it, to turn around and run back to his side. He seemed to want to be alone though. Once at the highchairs, she was lifted in and belatedly given some pureed slop and a bottle. At least they let her feed herself. Ryan didn’t join Anna for lunch. He stayed away during the afternoon as well. Even when he had regained his composure, whenever Anna walked towards him, he would tell her to stay away. His diaper was in a very bad way and Anna could only imagine how uncomfortable he felt. She respected his wishes even though she desperately wanted to hug him, no matter how he smelled. Anna spent the afternoon worrying about Ryan and wishing someone would change him. In the end, they didn’t do it until much later, and Anna kept her eyes averted. Once Ryan was in a fresh diaper he came over to the table and sat next to Anna again. They remained in silence for a few minutes. Anna just reached across and held her husband’s hand. At some point, the other women started getting picked up or taken back to rooms. Anna and Ryyan were the last to be led back to the crib they had spent their first night in. After a diaper change and another bottle feeding, they were left alone. “Do you want to talk about what happened?” Anna asked once they were alone. “No.” Ryan replied. Ryan was soon lying down and apparently asleep. Anna did the same, wondering just how long they were going to have to stay in that place. ---  If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. Thank you, and all support is very gratefully received: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mf967rdsf7db10/chapter/mm7s3rjvc936df23 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2371378