Questions And Answers

I def swallow i also love when daddy squirts in my baba and feeds me it in his lap

Found this at a thrift store, they said they had it forever and had been marking it down from $116, to $58, and then $29.  Problem was they only had one piece of it in a corner, and a small sign that said IKEA Loft bed, rest in back.  It can be flipped over and becomes a canopy bed.  I'm somehow under the weight range, and twin size mattress fit on it.  It's got serious changing table vibes to me, but it's too high, and while it's easy to climb on, it's still kind of hard.  Suppose to use a thinner mattress than what I have here so that the guard rails are higher.  

Not really, I was thinking of an RP; however, I like longer replies.

Chapter 47: Graduates Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess -------------------------------       March March wasn’t very exciting. But then again… is March ever exciting? It’s a bit of a boring month really. January has the fresh feeling of a new year. February has the cold, brisk winter’s air (not that we get to experience that cooped up in this fortress) and the unique limited days. April has more of a feeling of Spring and Easter, along with April Fool’s day. May feels warm and cosy. June and July are the start of summer, and feel very much like the middle of the year. August is all about summer holidays at school, where kids take six weeks off and I avoid going anywhere because it’s always packed with them, as well as sweating profusely through the muggy, humid weather (though again, in here I’ve not had to deal with any of the negative aspects of August, with it being a climate-controlled bunker for the entirety of the month last year). September is the start of the school year, and the start of autumn. October… October is a spoopy month. Yes, I said it. Spoopy. I know we don’t really do much for it in the UK, but it still feels darker and more… spooky. November I guess feels a little bit like March, but at the same time it’s at least got the excitement of Christmas coming up… and I guess we have bonfire night here in the UK too. And December is obvious. March is just… March. And this March was no different. Usual routines. Wake up, be nursed, get dressed, go play in the playroom, snuggle with Ella (though that’s one of my personal routines, thankfully not everyone gets to do that every day), have lunch, nap, more playtime, nurse again, bedtime story, sleep for twelve hours. Repeat. Day after day. Honestly, if it wasn’t for my friends and Ella, I would’ve lost my mind months ago from the repetitive schedule. And as this normal, boring March plodded along… with me and my friends enjoying our time together, watching movies, playing with toys, doing everything we should… and all the boys (except Rowan) all sitting in the corner, chatting shit to each other and teasing each other, overall avoiding playing with the program… I thought this would be just another month we’d sail through, and there’d be nothing to comment on. That was… until the third week.   “So they’re coming in today?” I asked. “Yup!” Ceres replied, as she was tying my pigtails in my nursery, just after she had dressed me in a cute pink romper. “Your hair is so lovely, Rosie. It’s so perfect to put into cute little pigtails. I’m glad we got it styled a bit.” “What time are they coming?” “During your playroom time. No one else in your year knows, so don’t tell them, okay?” she said, winking at me. “Why today anyway?” “Scheduling. And… we need to give the boys one last chance.” “Last chance? For what?” “To behave and get in line. We’re going to get some of the former boys to talk to them, ones who graduated and are now successfully living happy lives. Hopefully they can get through those thick skulls of theirs.” “Why last chance though?” “Because… the third years are learning how to use the potty again next month, as well as attending ‘lessons’. And you’ll be returning to the second year timetable tomorrow… which means…” “Will we get use of our legs again?” Honestly? I was kinda excited to be able to walk again. It was exhausting crawling everywhere, having to rely on a Nanny or a third year to stand up to get books in the library or a toy from a shelf. Being able to do it myself again… “Yes. Whilst the third years learn to use the potty again, we’ll be teaching you how to walk again. But…” “The boys haven’t been behaving…” I said, finishing her sentence for her. “They’ve not exactly been misbehaving either, so it’s not like we can punish them… they just don’t play along. They don’t act out, as they don’t want to get punished or demoted, but they also don’t want to get with the program… so they do the bare minimum. It’s like they don’t want to be better people. The girls… you all identified that you weren’t the best people before. Well, you and Ella are special cases, but you get what I mean. Even Rowan realises he may have relied on drugs a bit too much, though to be fair… he wasn’t exactly a priority fix like the other boys, he was just caught in an unfortunate situation and we wanted to help him get out of it and improve his life. Ollie was a danger to others, as were the other ones in your year, or at least if he continued down his path he would be. Rowan just needed a bit of help before he got in deeper and an opportunity to improve his life that he wouldn’t have been given without us.” “So you’re getting the graduates to come in and talk to the boys, get them to follow the program… otherwise… they don’t learn to walk or use the potty?” “Exactly. And we’ll hold it against them until they start becoming better people and learning from their mistakes. Joy does these sessions with all the others in here. They’re a bit like your therapy ones, the ones you and Ella attend, but they’re more about identifying what the problem was before and how they can become better people. The girls are doing fabulously. The boys… they don’t even interact. I genuinely don’t know what’s caused this batch to be bad. We’ve never had an issue like this before.” “Did the third year boys behave when they were second years?” “A bit, yes.” “Maybe it’s Jack and his lot? Maybe they influence the third year boys to resist?” I suggested. “That’s what Joy thinks, or it could also be the lack of the previous third year boys’ influence, as they were quick to adapt to the program and become better people. But we can’t exactly do much about that now. Anyway… no worrying about that. If this doesn’t work, we think seeing you girls and Rowan progress with the program will give the boys the kick up the arse when they are unable to walk or use the potty when the girls can. For now… let’s get you ready to meet your big sisters!” I giggled. “What’s so funny?” Ceres asked. “That’s what Vesta called them.” “She did? When was this?” “Last month. On my birthday. I was… a bit… umm… jealous. She helped me.” “Jealous? Of my girls? Oh sweetie, you’re one of my girls now! You’re my baby! The other girls are special to me, but you hold an extra special place in my heart…” Ceres bent down and kissed my cheek, causing them to turn red in seconds and for it to feel like my face was on fire. “I know that now… Vesta said they’d be very…” “Protective? Oh yes. They’ve grown up to be fine women, I must say. Look at me… talking about them as if I’m their Mother… especially when I’m the same age as them!” “You did re-raise them, I guess…” I laughed. “I guess I did. Right, let’s go introduce you…” “Are they gonna talk to everyone in the playroom?” “Nope. The boys are getting their own talk from the men who graduated from here. The girls are getting more of a ‘bonding session’, as they’re progressing well. It’s mostly just to allay fears, talk to them about possible options after graduating, that kind of thing.” “You say that as if I’m not gonna join them…” “No, sweetheart, you’re not. I’ve managed to convince the board to let me get all three of my girls together in one room, mostly because the girls don’t really want to talk to the group as a whole, they’re mostly just interested in talking to me and my babygirl.” “They… know about me?” “Of course they do! Why else would they come in? I talk to them regularly outside of here, and what they want is to talk to this girl who I ‘won’t shut up about’ whenever I do see them.” “You… talk about me lots?” I replied, blushing. “Of course! You’re my little Princess! Now… why don’t we go see your big sisters?”   “Oh my god… she’s adorable!” “She is so much cuter than we were!” I buried my face into Ceres’ neck to hide my blushing cheeks, as the two women fawned over me in what would normally be the room that Joy held our therapy sessions in. “Rosie… you’re going to have to come out of my shoulder eventually…” Ceres whispered to me. “Rosie is such a pretty name. You chose well!” one of the two women said. “Is Rosie going to be your legal name? Or are you just using it as a cute nickname in here?” the other asked. I… hadn’t thought of that. “I… dunno… I umm…” I mumbled, awkwardly. “What about ‘Rose’?” Ceres suggested. “That way you can be ‘Rosie’ to everyone who knows you, but then ‘Rose’ to the outside world. Makes the name more special, I guess.” “I… I like that,” I replied, feeling even more confident about myself now. Rose… Yeah… that’s me. But I’m definitely having everyone I care about call me Rosie. Rosie is definitely more me… but I guess when I graduate from here and I go find a job, ‘Rose’ sounds a lot more professional. “Rose! So beautiful! Are you keeping your last name?” one of the women asked. “I…” I finally removed my face from Ceres’ shoulder, and sitting on her lap, finally got a good look at the two women who would be my ‘big sisters’. And wow… They were beautiful! One was blonde, like me, but hers was closer to strawberry blonde than mine, and hers was also a lot longer than mine, reaching her lower back. The other woman had beautiful raven black hair, about shoulder length in a very modern bob style. They both wore smart-casual clothes, with jeans and jackets and everything, like they worked in a fancy office and did well for themselves. I could tell by the quality of their clothes they definitely didn’t work at the corner shop like I used to. “Oh hi there sweetie!” the blonde one said, waving at me. She seemed a lot more bubbly than the raven-haired one, but it wasn’t like the other one was a grouch or anything, she was fawning over me just as much as the bubbly one. “So, Rosie… this is Kerry…” Ceres said, squishing her cheek against mine from behind, pointing at the blonde woman, before moving her finger over to the other one. “...And this is Laura. These are your new big sisters!” “Hey lil sis!” Kerry replied, waving at me. “I always wanted a little sister, and look, I got the cutest one ever!” “I have to agree with Kerry here… Rachel, you’ve got a little cutie on your hands!” Laura added. “And from what you told us… you only have one baby this year now? What happened to the other?” “Since around November, yeah,” replied Ceres. “When Rosie came out as Rosie, we moved things around a bit and now I’m back over to the girls’ side with her. I do help out with the boys occasionally, whenever I can.” “Lucky woman!” “Hi…” I said, quietly, and very nervously. “It’s… nice to meet you…” “Likewise, little Rosie,” Laura replied. “How are you coping in here?” “I… okay… though I have a lot more privileges than the others…” “We’ve heard. Lucky girl! I would’ve killed to have been in the loop in here!” Kerry laughed. “So… you went through all this? From first years… to third years? You wore… everything?” I asked, nervously. “Yup. Woke up in the basement without any understanding of what was going on,” Laura replied. “How did you react?” I asked. “I nearly killed Rachel. Or at least tried to.” “You did?” I asked, looking up at Ceres, who was nodding and smiling, waiting for her reply. “She did. Though in her defence… She was scared. But it only took a few weeks for her to finally warm up to me and the program.” “It was… unexpected. I genuinely didn’t think it would work. I thought I was going to be sold off to some rich assholes for some fucked up kinky thing. But no… they genuinely wanted to help us here.” “So when we heard Rachel got another couple of babies… of course we had her tell us everything she could!” Kerry joining back into the conversation. “Then when you came out, we just had to meet you. That’s when I suggested we talk to you. Then Rach had the idea that they could ask all the graduates to come in and talk to the current intakes.” “You… came up with the idea?” I asked my Nanny, looking up at her with even more admiration. “I guess I did,” Ceres replied. “So… wait… how long did it take you to get used to… you know…” I asked my new big sisters. “Shitting ourselves?” Kerry giggled. But one look from Ceres and Kerry backed down instantly, looking guilty. “Sorry… Nanny…” The way she called her Nanny… I knew if I had said it that sarcastically, I’d end up over her lap with my nappy pulled down. Benefits of graduating, I guess… “It took us a few months until we felt less disgusted by it. Rosie… you’re looking impatient. Is there something you want to ask?” “I am? Sorry.” I genuinely hadn’t realised I was doing that. But there was one question that was burning a hole in my mind and I needed to ask… “Ask away…” “What’s life like after graduation?” “That… is a tough question. But if I had to sum it up in one word… better. Graduating from here isn’t a magical fix. You’re left figuring out who you are without your old life and your old connections and your old habits. You have all the support in the world, you even have a lot of money to help you accomplish dreams and goals… but it’s inevitably all up to you.” “So I could…” “Get any job you want. Within reason, of course. We were the very first year at Elysium. Some of us went and got normal jobs, some were assisted with setting up their own businesses, some were allowed to pursue creative jobs…” “What do you two do?” I asked them. “I was one of the ones who went out and got a boring job,” Kerry said, surprising me. But that wasn’t as much of a surprise as Laura’s answer. “I livestream,” Laura said. “Wait… what? Really? That’s so cool!” “I’m not really well known right now, I’m still a small-time content creator. But Elysium’s resources have helped me do it full time until I make a bigger name for myself, instead of having to do it part time and get a part-time job to cover bills. And even then, if that fails, Elysium has my back if I want to pursue another career.” “That’s not fair! I came into Elysium just as you left so I can’t even watch your streams!” I whined. “Don’t worry kiddo, this is something I’ve wanted to do for a while, so I’m not going anywhere. You’ll be able to watch me when you graduate… or…” “She can’t have a TV or know anything about the outside world… it’s part of her treatment here…” Ceres said, killing the mood instantly. “Oh come on… surely she’s an exception?” Ceres sighed heavily. “...I can ask, but I can’t promise anything. Maybe I can consider Judy and Sarah to let you watch your sister’s livestreams… but this will be a very rare treat if you do.” I clapped my hands excitedly. “She’s adorable, Rach. You have to let me come in and babysit sometime,” Laura replied. “Before she graduates that is. Girl probably won’t want to go near nappies for a lifetime after three years in here. I know we don’t!” “Yeah, me too! I want to babysit!” Kelly added. “Well why don’t you do it now? Do you want to hold her?” Ceres suggested. “Though remember, you don’t have the strength I do, so she’ll be heavy… and maybe soon you could feed her a bottle?” I blushed as I was handed over to Laura, placed on her lap… like an actual baby. “Part of me wants them to keep you like this forever! You’re so adorable!” she said, cooing at me and smiling. “Eeep!” I squealed, hiding my face in my big sister’s shoulder.   We spent the whole afternoon chatting about Ceres/Rachel, about Elysium, about Judy and Sarah, about everything really. They asked me what I saw myself doing after graduating… and honestly at this point I still have no idea. I’m only just figuring out who I am and who ‘Rose’ is (yes, I’m going to go by Rose when I get out of here. Apparently Elysium will be able to change my name and everything and set me up with a new identity). Once time was up though, after I had been thoroughly babied and teased and fussed over by my big sisters and Ceres, they sadly had to leave and I was taken back to the playroom, where I got to join my friends. “So… how was your afternoon?” “I missed you!” Ella said, pouncing on me and hugging me to death. “I missed you too, babe!” I replied, as she finally let go of me and kissed my cheek, before shuffling off to the side of me. “You missed the chance to talk to graduates from here!” Ava replied. “They were like… successful actual adults!” “Oh I didn’t. I got to meet Ceres’ previous girls. They’re my big sisters now, apparently…” “OH MY GOD THAT’S SO CUTE!” Maria cried out. “Were they as nice as the ones we spoke to?” “They were so lovely. We’re all hoping to stay in contact when I finally graduate from here.” “That’s so cool. I wish I had big sisters…” Maria started pouting. Honestly… it was nice to see how babyish the girls were acting without realising most of the time. And Rowan too. Even I noticed occasionally that I’d say something babyish or act bratty or needy like the baby I was dressed up as. It meant the program was working. Though the third years were a little more mature, as they were slowly being re-raised, so their mannerisms were more childish than babyish. “Have you not asked your Nanny about her previous charges? Maybe they could be big sisters for you?” I asked. “They had boys last time. I think they switch it up each rotation or something.” “Speaking of the boys… how are…” I looked over to see the boys all playing with blocks… colouring… “Just what did the male graduates say to get them to play along?” I asked, still shocked by the drastic behavioural change on the other side of the room. “I think it was the promise of a good future and getting to see the results of this program,” Jess said. “Hey… if financial incentive works… I guess that’s all that matters…” “It's a bit disappointing…” “Also I’m pretty sure they told them that if they flunked and didn’t graduate, they’d be permanently regressed and sold off to rich people…” Jess then whispered to me. “...And you let them believe that?” I whispered back to her. “Hey, it was a tactic we used for the first couple of years. Yes, we lied to them. We didn’t like how aggressive and manipulative it was, so we stopped it. But…” “But it seems to be one of the things that gets the boys to behave?” “Exactly. The girls have never been the issue… so… and I hate to admit it… we may need to be a bit more like LETO…” “LETO?” “The old place. Where Sarah and I were taken. We hoped to be different… but maybe fear is what these boys need…”         ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my new story posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! If you want to read the next 4 chapters, thanks to two weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories, why don't you check out my SubscribeStar!  Thank you to all my subscribers for their support over the past few years! 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I wear pajama pants all the time Im not a huge fan of jeans too restrictive for me,  I also wear layers as well,  Diaper, slim fit boxerbriefs, basketball shorts or any breathable material shorts, then pj pants.