LittleFallenPrincess

Chapter 16: One Week Later The LETO Syndicate – LittleFallenPrincess Oh boy… the last week was… unforgettable. So yes, Sarah and I did get closer. A lot closer. Aside from the one-on-ones throughout the week where she’d go off with Alice, and I’d go off with the Headmistress… we barely spent any time apart. I’m talking physically too… she couldn’t keep her hands off me and nor me off her. And if you ignored the inevitable fate the end of this week was bringing… even if you included all the enforced regression… this week was perfect, getting to spend it with her. I had genuine feelings for this girl. Though I must admit… the looming threat of the upcoming auction haunted me every waking minute, but I tried putting it to the back of my mind as much as possible, to focus on the here and now… and not where we’ll be this time next week. Classes this past week have been okay… a lot less humiliating than the previous weeks. If you ignore the obedience class that is. That one… wasn’t so fun for everyone. Lots of being made to sit at Mr Smith’s feet. Told to beg, told to hump his leg… we were treated more like dogs than babies. Didn’t help that if we refused… he just used a hypnotic trigger command to force us to do whatever he wanted anyway. So after a little bit of resistance… people just stopped resisting and did what he said. Speaking of classes… that first class after the ‘incident’ with Brian… we were not expecting… that. First class… we all got shuffled into the classroom… with four seats completely vacant. I wondered where they were before realising they usually belonged to Brian and his team. Mr Smith welcomed us back, then said we had a little surprise… and right on cue, Brian and his team waddled in. I heard them before I could see them… the noise of little jingly bells mixed with the crinkling of a nappy gave it away as they were paraded down the side of the classroom until they all stood in front of the class in a line, facing us. And wow… what a sight that was. I felt bad for Brian… it wasn’t his fault he got programmed to be a bully. But at the same time… I felt almost… happy… that he was getting what was coming to him for hurting Sarah. There he stood… dressed head to toe in pink and white frills, just like the other three boys. A big, pink and white bonnet was strapped to his head… and it looked ridiculous. A collar with a little tag that I couldn’t read, but later found out to say ‘Princess’, adorned his neck. An oversized (even for adults) dummy filled his mouth. He wore the frilliest, pinkest… most babyish little baby dress with a ridiculously high waist and a very very high hem. In fact the hem barely covered half his nappy, and that was also way thicker than any of the ones we had been put in since the start of this whole regression thing, covered with what looked to be plastic pants. His bare legs were shaved smooth, with little ruffly white anklet socks and mary jane shoes on his feet. Mittens with ruffle cuffs were wrapped around his hands, making it near impossible for him to have any grip on anything. And then to top it all off… The mittens, the shoes, the collar, the dress… They all had little bells on them. He looked like the prissiest little baby girl… and as much as I didn’t care for the humiliation based on stereotypical gender roles… it was clearly having the intended effect as his face turned bright red, as did the other boys’ as everyone started laughing at them. And thankfully, I was assured later that even if some of the women here lost, they would have faced the same punishment. Lots of ‘sissy’ and some not-so-nice terms were thrown around and my concern for them grew as the humiliation increased. So yes… that was the next day. Which was hell for that team. That’s why on the day after that… I offered an olive branch during playtime. Ignoring the laughing and jeers thrown at the boys, I took Sarah’s hand and waddled over to them, sitting down and playing with them. It took them a while to open up and start trusting us… but eventually they started enjoying themselves. And thankfully thanks to my presence… and my brief history of knocking bullies down a peg or two… no one dared make fun of them for the rest of the week. The Headmistress wasn’t too happy about that, but she was pleased with how the first day of their humiliation went, so she allowed me to continue to defuse the situation. It didn’t take me long to realise that on top of the ridiculously humiliating outfits, they had also brainwashed the poor boys again, this time making them much more submissive and helpless than the bullies they were before. They even installed a lisp in their voices, which just made them sound even cuter. Brian forgave me for punching him, I forgave him for his bullying (though I never told him they had installed that in his personality… I didn’t want to scare him more than he already was)... and the week flew by. That was… until the final day. “Wake up, sleepyheads!” Alice called out, waking me up from a blissful slumber. Opening my eyes slowly, I saw Sarah wiping her eyes and yawning as she snuggled up to my arm. “Is… it time for our last day to be ourselves?” Sarah asked, sighing. “Sorry kiddo. Not this time. Big day today.” Alice replied. “Huh?” I asked. “It’s the auction!” “WHAT?” Sarah jumped up, quickly covering her breasts as she realised we had been put to bed last night in just our nappies. I didn’t blame her for covering herself, even if we had gotten used to this. Both Alice and I had seen her naked at multiple points throughout the past three weeks or so, but it was still weird being naked in front of other people right now, even for me. “I thought… we got one more day as ourselves mostly?” Sarah asked. “I mean… you do… kind of. The auction isn’t until this evening. So you’ve got until about lunchtime to do whatever you want in the playroom. After that… you’ll be given a sedative to make you sleep until the event tonight.” “Why though? Why not let us just stay big until tonight?” I asked. “Because you need your energy for what happens after…” “That totally doesn’t sound ominous…” Sarah rolled her eyes. “You’ll be sold to whichever parent or parents bid the most. You two are expected to go for a large amount. After which… you’ll be taken to the Nurse.” Alice continued to explain. “For what?” “For modifications.” “MODIFICATIONS?” Sarah and I blurted out, a bit too loudly. “Depending on who bought you… you may need lots, only a few… or even no modifications. So just in case the person who buys you wants lots, you need your strength for the procedures.” “But we had stuff done to us before…” “And you had the procedures done first thing in the morning, just after you had rested. And even then… some of the things I’ve heard that our clients want… may be a lot more extreme than what you have experienced so far.” “R… really?” Sarah asked, fear in her voice. “Sorry kiddo. The evening is supposed to be a black tie event, hence why it's in the evening. That’s why you need a long rest before the auction. So once you’ve had lunch and your last one-on-one… that’s when you’ll get your sedative, and next thing you know… you’ll be being auctioned off.” “They… they can’t do this!” “They can. They are some of the most wealthy, most influential people in the world… and they want to buy you babies. There’s nothing stopping them.” Sarah turned to me, her eyes tearing up. So I grabbed her and pulled her close as she sobbed into my shoulder. “I’ll give you two a bit together before I get you changed and dressed for the morning. We’ll need to get to the nurse to reverse your current changes back to default.” “Because that means so much when we’re going to be drooling, mindless babies…” Sarah said into my shoulder, her words muffled by both my body and her crying. Alice looked almost… sad… like she felt some small sense of empathy towards our situation, which I wasn’t expecting. It was then that she turned and left the nursery, leaving the two of us alone again. “Are you okay?” I asked Sarah, rubbing her back as she sobbed into my shoulder. “Of course not. We’ll be regressed… sold off… separated…” She replied. It was that last bit that hurt the most. For both of us. You could sense it in her voice. “Maybe… maybe we’ll be allowed playdates?” I said, trying to bring some tiny speck of hope back to our situation. Sarah laughed, wiping away the tears from her face as she pulled away. “Yeah. Maybe. And hey… I’ll get to see my sister again!” She shrugged. “I’m sorry…” I sighed. “It’s okay. This is our fate. It sucks, but that’s the way it is.” “Are you sure you’re okay? Your emotions and thoughts are all over the place.” “I’ll be okay. Can… Can we not talk about what's coming up? I’d rather spend these last moments alone thinking… nice things.” She looked up and kissed me on the lips, making my whole body melt. “I think that’s a good idea.” I said as I pulled her back down, laying us both down in the crib gently as we snuggled up against each other. ‘Just… focus on this…’ I thought to myself, trying my best not to let this hollow feeling in my chest overwhelm me. “Come on then, little snuggle buddies…” Alice said with a very unenthusiastic voice. “It’s time to get you to the Nurse’s office.” We both sighed as Alice walked back into the nursery and reached down, grabbing Sarah and lifting her up into the air with her strong arms, carrying her over to the changing table. “I am not going to miss these stinky little nappies of yours!” She said to Sarah, sniffing the air and gagging. It was amazing what this treatment they did to us could do. Like… I couldn’t even tell Sarah was messy… and honestly? I don’t know if I am or not. I probably am… I usually am. But something about my brain… it doesn’t sense it. It’s weird. “Though I am going to miss these changes. You two have been wonderful little charges. It’s a shame to see you both go.” Alice continued, placing Sarah down gently on the changing table. She quickly went about changing Sarah’s icky nappy, and I couldn’t believe how good she was with us both. Like… I completely brushed her off the past three weeks. She was our jailer… but she… she could have been much worse. I think we were lucky to have her, shame I only realised this now. Once Nanny Alice had finished changing Sarah, she bent down and whispered something to her, making Sarah freeze for a second. “WEALLY?” Sarah said out loud. “Wha?” I said, feeling like I was missing out on something. Alice turned to me and smiled. “I was just telling her you’re both cute little beans and I would have loved taking care of you longer if I could. I almost wish I could bid tonight at the auction. Sadly… I’d have to work here for hundreds of years in order to make enough to bid on even one of you…” I looked at Sarah, who was blushing at this point. I couldn’t blame her… I had a feeling I was too, if the warm feeling in my cheeks was anything to go by. “Right… clothes! Let’s find you something cute to wear! Ooooh! How about matching outfits?” Alice suggested. We both shrugged in response to her suggestion. At this point… we didn’t care. As long as we got to spend as much of this morning together as possible. And so we were ready, being pushed into the playpen after an uneventful trip to the Nurse. The usual injection and flashy screen and we were out of there, feeling a lot more like our normal selves. My slightly babyish voice had gone, as had Sarah’s. Mobility was back to normal… bladder and bowel control were still the same sadly. “Right… you two have fun. I’ll see you later!” Nanny Alice said as she pushed our stroller out of the play room, leaving us standing there in the playpen, looking somewhat adult… somewhat baby. Alice had decided dungarees were the way to go this final morning. Infantile enough to remind us of our place, but adult enough for our last day as ‘adults’. And she wasn’t wrong… we looked adorable in matching outfits. Dungarees with little flower motifs sewn into the bib and the legs, cute pink trainers on our feet with frilly white socks, and a pink onesie with a Peter Pan collar… and with us both wearing the exact same thing… We looked cuter than everyone else in the playpen. Most just wore a nappy and a tee… including Brian, who quickly waddled over to us. “Hey you two!” He said, excitedly. “Glad to see you’re back to normal…” Sarah laughed. “Oh yes. Never would I have thought I’d be happy to be back in just a nappy and a T-Shirt. That past week was horrible. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for forgiving us and helping us through all that. If you didn’t… we’d still be getting bullied.” “Hey, it’s no big deal. I’m just glad you’re back to normal now.” I smiled at him, making him smile back. “Want to come colour with us? We’re just taking it easy before… you know…” He offered. “Are you too scared to talk about it too?” Sarah asked him. “Yup. Rather have fun with my final few hours before the… you know what.” “Agreed. So let’s go colour!” “You two look so cute as a couple!” Brian smiled at me as we all coloured in our own pictures at the table. It had been a couple of hours at this point I think, and I was getting a bit hungry. So it must be close to lunchtime… right? I turned to Sarah, who turned to me and we both blushed and looked away. “I… hope it works out. That’s all I’ll say.” He continued. “Thanks.” I said on behalf of the both of us. “Maybe it will. Maybe it won’t. Not going to think about that right now.” “Yeah… sorry.” He replied, feeling bad for bringing up that painful topic. “Here kiddos…” A voice called out from the side of the room. A Nanny stood there with a tray in her hands in front of her, full of… baby bottles. “Make sure you all drink one. You’ll need to be hydrated for later.” She said, watching as a group of us got up and waddled over to grab one. “Is… is that…?” Sarah nodded in the general direction of the Nanny. “The sedative? Most likely.” I answered. It was obvious. Too obvious. This was their easy way to knock us out… But what could we do right now? There was no escape. There were currently three Nannies in this room, all with freakishly increased strength. There’s no way we are getting out of here. Even if we rushed them… this institute is a maze… a well-guarded maze at that. We barely see guards these days… but that’s not to say they aren’t there… waiting… watching… The cameras weren’t too well-hidden not to notice… so if escape was an option… it wasn’t right now. Not this minute. I needed to wait. So I sighed and climbed over the bench we were sitting on, climbing to my feet and holding my hand out to Sarah. “Come on then. May as well get this over with…” I said. “I… I lov… okay.” Sarah said, grabbing my hand and pulling on it to lift herself up off the bench. Smiling at her… as she smiled back… we waddled over to the bottles… knowing just what was going to happen next. ========================================================= Ruh roh. Looks like we're leading up to the end of the story... but will our plucky heroines escape their cruel fate? Last chapter on my Patreon today, with the epilogue being posted on Wednesday. So only a couple more weeks left here and then I start posting my latest monster story! Which I recently finished! So now I'm at the planning stage of Little in Love 2, which is very exciting. It's weird having to read my own story again though I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the next four chapters are available on my Patreon which can be found here if you go for the second tier. New chapters of LETO Syndicate every Wednesday/Sunday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. But I'd appreciate it if people didn't post it elsewhere, even if you're just suggesting it to other people. If you want to show others, please send them a link to the first page of this post! Thanks!

Chapter 15: Timeout The LETO Syndicate – LittleFallenPrincess I nursed happily, trying to ignore the pain radiating from my backside. Holy Hell… that spanking was horrible! Even though it was over the top of my messy nappy, it still hurt like hell! “There we are. See, you can be such a good girl for me. Now I need you to be a good girl out there too, okay?” The Headmistress whispered softly to me. I didn’t say anything, I just nodded as the sweet milk flowed into my mouth and down my throat. I would have accepted anything she said at this point, I was too far gone in the bliss of this experience. “I’m sorry I had to spank you… no, wait… no I’m not. You have the cutest, most spankable little bottom in the world…” I blushed and continued nursing. “So when you’re done with your lunch, I’m going to change that stinky nappy of yours, then I’m going to take you back to your nursery. You’ll stay in your crib for the rest of the day, apart from when your Nanny feeds you later. Got that?” I nodded again. “Good girl. Hopefully little Sarah will have forgiven you and you’ll get to have some fun with her tonight…” My cheeks burned brighter than before as she said exactly what I was thinking. After a very intimate nursing, followed by a very icky and thorough nappy change, I was dressed again in a nappy just as thick as before, and was then sat up on the changing table. “Now, I’m going to carry you there. So arms up!” The Headmistress said. “Buh… I thought we could walk?” I asked. “Yes sweetie, but I want to carry you and you’re being punished anyway. So no more talk from you, got that?” “Yes Mumm… Miss.” “D’awww… did you nearly call me…?” She said as she lifted me up and held me against her chest with my legs wrapped around her waist. “SHUH UP!” I blurted out in defence, cutting her off before she could say it. “Don’t worry sweetie, I won’t tell anyone. But you better be careful not to repeat that in front of your little friends… they may get jealous!” She teased, laughing slightly, making me hide my face into her shoulder. The Headmistress carried me back to my nursery, where I’d be stuck for a few hours whilst everyone else has fun and they have their classes. Can’t say I wasn’t looking forward to it… plus I was a little worried for Sarah. There was no mention of what happened to her after I was carried away. But after punching Brian in the face and getting off with just a spanking and a timeout… I didn’t want to push my luck. “You okay, sweetpea?” The Headmistress whispered, without slowing down. I looked up, wondering why she was asking. “Huh?” “Are you okay?” She repeated, sounding genuinely concerned. “I…” “Come on… out with it.” “I… was worried about Sarah.” “Don’t worry about her. I sent a memo to make sure there are always at least two Nannies keeping watch at all times. All of them leaving at the same time before was a mistake, one that I will not let happen again.” “What… What about the other guys who got the bully hypnosis? I’m worried they’ll go after Sarah.” “They’re being taken for a few changes too. We can’t have them too aggressive.” She smiled down at me, making my tummy do flips. “Plus I think we need a few tweaks on that plan before we try it next, so we’re speeding up the timetable and putting them through the humiliation.” “So…” “So they’re getting what was going to be coming to them eventually. Just… a few days early.” She grinned. I felt… not guilty about this. Maybe even… happy about it? “Is… is Sarah okay then?” I asked. “She’s doing fine, last time I checked. And I asked your Nanny to keep a close eye on her. She should be finishing her one-on-one with her right about now actually. But she’ll be going straight to her next class.” “What about the bullies?” “They’ll miss out on the rest of today. You’ll see them in class tomorrow.” Part of me couldn’t wait to see what revenge was in store for them. Even if I knew it wasn’t their fault really, they were just being hypnotised into being bullies… I wanted them to feel the humiliation that Sarah felt. We reached my nursery and quickly entered, the door closing automatically behind us. “I love your nursery. Though you haven’t changed it since the first week… why?” The Headmistress asked. “I like it like this… And apparently so does Sarah.” “Of course you do…” She laughed. “Whaaa?” I whined. “Just cute, is all. Now… are you going to be a good girl? Nanny Alice has the baby monitor, so she can hear you at all times. She’ll ignore any requests for changes or attention… but if there is an emergency, she’ll be here in a flash. And I’ll be monitoring you occasionally, just to make sure you’re okay.” “You… you will?” My eyes widened in fear. “You think we didn’t install cameras in every nursery? Oh sweetheart…” She smiled down at me. I blushed as I started looking around, trying to spot the hidden camera. But with their advanced tech… I wasn’t sure I’d ever find it. It could be hidden anywhere! The Headmistress lowered me into the crib and pulled the side up, before walking over to the changing table. Suddenly I heard a noise that sounded like a coffee machine or something, when the Headmistress turned around with… a baby bottle full of milk in her hand. “Now… this is to keep you hydrated and fed for the next few hours until Sarah and Nanny come back, got that?” I nodded awkwardly, blushing intensely. “Fank you…” I said as she handed me the warm bottle. Bending over the crib, she kissed the top of my forehead and smiled at me, making me feel all gooey inside. “Be a good girl. If you do something like this again… you won’t get off so easily.” “Sowwy…” I replied, taking a sip of the delicious-tasting milk as I suckled at the teat on the bottle. “Remember, if there’s an emergency… just yell. Otherwise be good, maybe have a nap or whatever. Bye bye, babygirl!” The Headmistress waved as she walked towards the door, quickly leaving and closing it behind her, leaving me in complete silence. Like… eerie silence. I sat there for a while, wondering what the hell to do. I was stuck in here for a good few hours yet, and I had nothing to do whilst in this prison cell. There was no way I could climb over, because whilst my legs were strong enough to stand and walk during this toddler stage, I don’t think I had the strength or dexterity to scale these bars on this crib, not without hurting myself anyway. Plus I was in enough trouble already and didn’t want to make it worse for myself. And even if I did manage to get over and out the crib… where was I going to go? I couldn’t open the door to the nursery, and other than a few baby toys on the floor in the corner… which did tempt me a bit… I didn’t have much more to do on the outside of the crib than I did on the inside. So I just sat there, waiting, wondering what was going on outside the nursery, and more importantly… in the classroom. I hoped Sarah was okay, that the others weren’t being mean to her or anything. I settled back against the wall of the crib, relaxing as I then moved on to think about what was happening to Brian and the other boys. Like… I knew they were probably getting ‘reprogrammed’... and I know I should be disgusted at the thought of them doing that to them. But I saw the look on Sarah’s face… the fear. I don’t care what the Headmistress said… that wasn’t nice. I get making Brian and the other winners out to be bullies… it’s a bigger fall from Heaven after all. But at the expense of hurting Sarah? It wasn’t worth it. But now, instead of disgust… I felt… happy? I know it wasn’t Brian’s fault… but I was glad that it was happening to him. He deserved it. I imagined what he and the other boys would be like… would they be in thicker nappies than us? More babyish? I guess you can’t make them too babyish, otherwise they won’t feel the humiliation they’re supposed to be subjected to. So they need to keep most of their minds intact. But maybe they’d be in really babyish outfits. Because whilst we are wearing thick nappies due to losing the competition… We were still otherwise dressed like toddlers. But if they were the only ones wearing baby clothes… Oh I started to appreciate the cleverness of the Headmistress’ plan. And the sadist within me couldn’t wait to find out what she had in store for the boys. Thankfully, thinking up all the potential outcomes of the ‘reprogramming’ managed to pass the time quicker than I thought. I was fully expecting to have to nap to get through this timeout, but this was apparently engaging enough. Just as I was imagining Brian waddling about in nothing but a ridiculously thick nappy, a bonnet and a bib… the door to the nursery slid up suddenly. “Huh?” I jumped up, my thoughts being interrupted by the sudden intrusion. Turning to see the cause of the interruption, I saw Nanny Alice standing there, looking at me from the doorway. And next to her, holding her hand… was Sarah. Reaching over and pressing a button next to the door, Alice must have remotely controlled the side of the crib as it suddenly lowered. “Go on then…” She said, smiling at Sarah. I looked confused… What the hell was going on? Sarah looked up for confirmation from Alice, who just nodded back and smiled, before the smaller, more infantile girl let go of her hand and ran (okay… more like a very fast waddle with the nappy she had on) over to the crib, diving in and pouncing on me. “AHHH!” I shouted. Wrapping her arms around me, Sarah hugged me tightly and kissed my cheek. “I MISSED YOU!” “I’ll leave you two for a bit. I’ll be back in an hour or so for your dinner, then it's bedtime, got it?” Alice said, turning to the door but keeping her eyes locked on us. Sarah broke free from the hug for just a second to look up and nod. “Yes Nanny! Fank you!” She said, excitedly. As soon as Alice left, leaving Sarah and I alone, Sarah quickly backed up. “Are you okay?” She asked, concerned. “Am I okay? Are you okay?” I asked, more concerned about her than I was about myself. “I’m fine. I just… I saw you get carried off, then Brian and the boys got taken away for ‘reeducation’. I was worried they did the same to you!” “Nah, I’m fine. I got a spanking and I’ve been in timeout here in the crib all afternoon.” I shrugged. “So you didn’t get more brainwashing?” “I’ll let you in on a little secret… something the Headmistress told me…” I whispered. Sarah got closer. “The whole thing was planned.” “What?” “Yeah… as a ‘fall from grace’ kind of thing. They start as bullies but get knocked down a peg or two for extra humiliation.” “Well that’s just fucked up.” “I fucked things up by whacking Brian in the face. So they’re reconsidering that tactic and they’re doing the peg-knocking a few days early.” “And she just outrightly told you this?” “Yeah. She was very open about it all with me.” “I wonder why…” Sarah trailed off. “Well you know she has some big plan for us both. I assume we’re in a more privileged position than the others.” “Us both?” “Oh shit yeah… umm…” “What?” Sarah looked annoyed now. “So… you know your sister…” Sarah just… sighed. “They plan to sell me to the guy who bought her? Did I get that right?” She asked, without even a hint of surprise in her voice. “How… how did you know?” “Because it was obvious. First my sister, my identical twin sister… of course they want to sell me off as a matching pair with her. I figured it out during the second week.” “You did?” “Not just a pretty face, you know…” She smiled at me. “But yeah… I think because we’re ‘special’... they’re trusting us a bit. Or maybe I just have one of those faces that people admit stuff to…” I laughed. “Maybe. Either way, I’m glad you’re okay!” She said, pushing herself forward and pressing her lips on mine. I backed away quickly. “I… uh… so… we’re okay?” “Look, I know I’ve been a bitch since we lost the competition. I didn’t want to end up back in these nappies. But honestly… even if I didn’t know about the bullies-into-babies plan they had… I missed you. I hated being angry with you. I just…” “It’s okay. I screwed up.” I interrupted. “No… I mean, yes, you did… but that’s not it. I think the hypnosis is messing with my brain a bit. I don’t want to be angry with you… I just… couldn’t help it.” “Maybe they did that… to split us up a bit… humiliate us more?” “Maybe. I’m sorry though.” “I’m sorry too. For the whole ‘getting us back into nappies’ thing.” “Okay, we’re both sorry. Can you shut up and let me kiss you? This may be the last week of my adult life and adult mind being even remotely a thing. I really like you and I’d like to make the most of this next week.” “O… okay… yeah.” I smiled awkwardly at her as she lurched forward, pressing her lips against mine. And as the world around me, the nursery and the situation we were in, all melted away, leaving only this moment with this cute girl… I felt my nappy get warmer… and thicker. And I didn’t care. ========================================================= I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the next four chapters are available on my Patreon which can be found here if you go for the second tier. New chapters of LETO Syndicate every Wednesday/Sunday! 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Mwhahahahahaha! 😈 I don't know what you're talking about... I'm not evil... much... Thank you! And I agree, I always liked the idea of people speaking another language around me so I can't understand them, but to lose all ability to read or do maths and stuff... scary! Oooooh I'm looking forward to seeing if you're correct or not! Especially because this story is very different from my others. :3

Chapter 14: Lunchtime The LETO Syndicate – LittleFallenPrincess Once we got back to the classroom, we all sat down in the same seats we were in for the first lesson, and Sarah clearly didn’t like that. Sitting down with a pouty face and a bit of a huff, she turned slightly away from me so she couldn’t look at me. I felt so… rejected. And it hurt. And then just like before… Mr Smith wrote some squiggles on the board and none of us could read them. Apparently he was writing 1+1… which annoyed me, because even after he read it out loud and asked us for the answer… for some reason I still couldn’t figure it out. I wasn’t expecting this. I wasn’t expecting to lose this level of basic education. And it scared the fuck out of me. And after a very long, boring class that just confused and scared us… the bell rang, signalling that it was now lunchtime. “Right class. You’ll all be going to play first, then you’ll be picked up half way in for your one on one appointments and your lunches. So get in a line…” Mr Smith called out, ordering us into one neat, single file line. And as we did so, the door to the classroom opened, revealing a different Nanny than earlier. “Hello sweeties!” She said in a sickeningly sweet voice. Her beautiful blonde hair tied up into the same style as Alice, and her beautiful blue eyes… Ugh why are they all so gorgeous?! “Oh look at you all, getting in line already for me. Come along then, little ones…” And with that, she walked out again, and we filed out of the room, following closely behind her. Along the way we saw a few guards walk about, which honestly was rare. So far we hadn’t seen that many. And each time we passed one, the Nanny greeted them without stopping. Then when we reached the door to the playroom, she stopped. “Right, little ones? Listen. You’ve got roughly half your lunchtime playing here. Then we’ll come pick you up for your one on one. Got that?” We all nodded. “Good!” She beamed in delight as she opened the door and slowly shuffled us into the playroom. As soon as we crossed over into the playpen, everyone ran off in different directions. And that’s when I noticed… they were all acting way more like actual toddlers now. Like… even as babies they were a bit reserved. But now… it was obvious the training was working, as everyone just wandered off and started playing with toys like this was… normal. Brian and his friends walked over to the little plastic building blocks, the colouring table quickly filled up, even the wooden blocks and more babyish toys were taken. The only spaces that weren’t occupied were the dolls and the really babyish toys in the corner, the ones that were for very tiny babies. You know the kind, the ones that make animal noises and are usually made of soft materials. Deciding that maybe I’d spend my time playing with the dolls, as it was better than the alternative, I waddled over to the corner where all the dollies were, but just as I was about to reach it… I was shoved out of the way by Susie and Claire, my ‘teammates’ from last week. “Ours. Go away!” They yelled, sounding just like actual toddlers. Really greedy toddlers. I figured it wasn’t worth the hassle just to play with some stupid dolls, so I turned away and waddled off. But before I got too far, I noticed Sarah walking over to the corner I had just been shunned away from. “No! You’re her room mate! You’re the reason we’re in deese stoopid nappies!” Susie yelled. Turning around to see who she was talking to, I saw my former teammates arguing with Sarah, who was just standing there, looking… upset. “We don’t want you here!” Claire groaned. “Go play with deh stoopid baby toys!” That’s when Sarah cried a little, before quickly suppressing it so as to not show them how much they hurt her. It was then that she stomped off, towards the baby toys in the corner, plopping her little padded butt down and kicking around the ridiculously oversized toys. I wanted to go over and hug her… Comfort her… Kiss her… But I knew she probably hates me even more now, she’s being shunned and mocked by everyone. So I left her to it as I waddled over to the colouring table. There weren’t any seats available so I took a piece of paper from the supplies and a few crayons and lay on the floor on my own, drawing little doodles to try and get my mind off of everything. No one offered to budge up or make room for me, it was like I was toxic and they didn’t want me anywhere near them. So I focused on my drawing as lunchtime slowly drew out. After what seemed like forever, I looked up to see the Nannies walking in. It must be getting close to that ‘one on one’ time again. Which made me wonder… was the Headmistress going to take me again like last time? I couldn’t see her anywhere… As I watched the grown ups circle the playpen, I noticed one Nanny wave to the others, signalling them all to follow her. So they all shuffled out in an organised line, back out of the playroom. It was then that I heard shuffling over the other side of the playpen. Looking up, I saw Brian and his ‘friends’ get up quickly, looking around as if they were looking out for someone… or maybe… looking out so that they wouldn’t be seen. I had a bad feeling in my gut, and it wasn’t anything to do with me needing to go, I had already done so whilst I was drawing. At least I think I did, it feels more bulky back there now. It was still weird that I couldn’t feel myself going or anything. No, what I was sensing was Brian and his goons creeping over to where Sarah was. ‘Sarah… Oh… fudge!’ I dropped my pencil and climbed to my hands and knees awkwardly, the thick nappy between my legs making it a lot harder than usual. And just as I got to my feet, I heard a scream. “Come on you stoopid widdle baby!” Brian yelled at the poor girl, standing over her as she lay on her back, trying to back away from him and his friends. “Come on! Poop your nappies! Cry like the widdle baby you are!” He taunted her. It was then that the tears started flowing down Sarah’s face. Clearly she had been pushed over yet again, and now Brian was bullying her. I couldn’t take this anymore. I don’t know what has gotten into Brian, but this is unacceptable. So I waddled over as quickly as I could, stepping in between Brian and Sarah. “Oh look, another dumb baby!” He sneered at me. “Back off. Now.” I growled, putting my arms to my side to show I would not allow him to hurt Sarah any more. “Or wha? You’ll cry and tell the teacher?” He laughed, mocking me. “Leave her alone. Now…” I growled louder. “That isn’t going to work, tinklepants. I’m not scared of a baby like you. Why don’t you suck my coc…” Before he could finish that sentence, my fist connected with his jaw. The playroom was filled with the screaming and shouting of all the other babies watching in horror as Brian plummeted to the floor. Now I’m not strong by any means, I don’t work out, I don’t exercise, I… am not even tall or muscular for a girl. Brian is a lot taller than me and a lot stronger, and despite his attire… a fully grown man. But the rage and the adrenaline coursing through me gave me enough strength to knock this prick down on his unpadded arse. And as he started crying like the baby he really was, I looked up to see Alice and the other Nannies, looking at us from the side of the playpen… looking very disappointed. Before I could even turn to see if Sarah was okay, Alice rushed over and grabbed me, restraining my arms with her amazing strength, before lifting me up and carrying me out of the playpen… and then out of the playroom all together. I squirmed the whole way, but as we reached the Headmistress’ office… I knew I was in trouble, so I stopped resisting in the hope I would be let off the hook if I cooperated. “Alice?” The Headmistress looked up from behind her office desk, pen in her hand. Lowing her glasses, she looked up at me and Alice in confusion. “You need to take care of this.” Nanny Alice replied, hastily, as she quickly shuffled into the office. “Take care of what?” Alice sat me down in the chair in the middle of the office, the one on this side of the Headmistress’ desk. Pulling out what looked like restraints, she quickly strapped my arms and legs to the chair, making it so I was unable to escape. “Check the playroom footage. She punched Brian. May have even broken his nose.” “What the FUCK?” The Headmistress screamed, looking at me like she was going to murder me for what I had done. “He was bullying Sarah, Judy stepped in and whacked him.” “This close to the auction? Seriously?” THe Headmistress put her fingers up to the bridge of her nose. “Sorry Ma’am.” Alice replied. “Fine. Leave her with me. It was very nearly her one on one anyway. I’ll contact you later to let you know what I end up doing with her.” “Yes Ma’am.” And as Alice turned around to walk back out, she looked at me with a hint of… compassion? Like I could read it in her eyes… She was worried for me. “Judy… What the hell?” The Headmistress slammed her hands on the table, after having a quick scan through the playroom footage on the electronic tablet stood up on her desk, making my whole body jump. Well… jump as much as these straps could let me. “You PUNCHED Brian?” “He… he was making fun of Sarah… pushing her around…” “I KNOW!” She screamed at me. Now she was scary before… with her angry like this I was genuinely fearful. “You… you knew?” “What do you think the competition was supposed to do?” I tried to understand what she was talking about, but it just made no sense to me. “I… sorry… I dun know?” I replied, nervously. “You stupid little baby… look, one team wins, one team loses. The losing team gets treated more like babies with their thick nappies. The winning teams get hypnotised to be bullies.” “OH… oh shi…” “Yes! Exactly. They are supposed to be bullies, so they push the buttons of all the losers, making them feel smaller and more helpless. And then as the week goes on, the roles are reversed as the winners… and everyone else… get put in their place. It was all perfectly planned…” She explained. “I…” It made sense. Why Brian’s personality had suddenly changed, why he had become such an asshole since we got the ‘treatment’. She had purposefully engineered this so we get humiliated more, then they get their comeuppance and get the same treatment as we do… it was… brilliant. Morally it was still fucked up, but I couldn’t help but admire how clever it was to let Brian’s team feel superior… so that the fall from on high is that much harder. To be reduced to nappies after just getting out of them… yeah sure, it’s disappointing for us, but think how cocky we’d be if we won, got out of nappies and didn’t even have to be in training pants… only to be demoted back to them because of an accident or losing something. And then the losing team still gets humiliated as they get the bullies bullying them for a while, until the inevitable demotion for everyone. “And it was going perfectly… until you went and punched Brian in the face! I swear… if that guy’s jaw is broken…” “I…” “Thankfully, our tech means we can fix it before the auction, but if this was any closer to it, there’s no way I could sell him off without a discount for him being damaged on sale!” She yelled. “I…” “You stupid little girl. What were you thinking?” “I WANTED TO PROTEC SARAH!” I screamed. “This is about her? Seriously? Jeez Judy… get a grip. There’s no romantic love story here for you both. You can’t have your perfect happy ending where you and her end up together. This is a business. I’m here to sell products. She’ll go to whoever pays the most. And your Mummy doesn’t want two babies.” “My… but…” “No. But…” Suddenly her whole ‘mean Headmistress’ persona washed away as if it was never there, and in the corner of her mouth… a smile was forming. “Good girl for protecting her. She’s a special asset and Brian may have been a bit too aggressive. I’ll make sure the Nurse takes him and the rest of his team this afternoon and tones down the aggression.” “Why… Why is she so speshial?” I asked. “Because the same person who bought her sister during our initial trials wants to buy her too. It’s why we picked her for the first run of this institute. A pair of little twin baby girls would be worth a lot to this person, and I expect him to bid highly, just like last time. So in respect, you’re both super special little girls in your class. But keep that to yourself… you don’t want to make them jealous!” She winked at me. That wink made my tummy feel… fluttery again. “I… I sowwy.” “It’s okay, sweetpea. I can’t stay angry at you. But that doesn’t mean you haven’t earned yourself a punishment.” “Punishment?” I asked with my eyes wide open in fear. “I think a spanking before you nurse, then back to your nursery. You’ll spend the rest of the day in your crib. Gives us time to reprogram Brian and his friends, and for you to calm down. It’s cute that you have a little crush on Sarah, but it isn’t going to work out for you two, so drop it, okay?” “...Okay…” I sighed, knowing what fate befalls us both. “But hey, I think your plan worked!” The Headmistress called over to me. “Huh?” Turning the computer tablet around so I could see it, she pressed play on the footage she was watching. I watched as I was carried off by Alice, out of the playroom. And on the screen was Brian being surrounded by multiple Nannies, with Sarah just sitting there… grasping at the air in front of her, in the direction where I had just been carried off. “She… she’s forgiven me?” At least that’s what it seemed like. It looked like she was genuinely wanting me at that moment. “Looks like it. So maybe when she gets back from class this afternoon, you two can make up and make the most of the rest of the time you two have left together.” The Headmistress smiled at me. “I… Yes Miss. Umm…” “What is it, cupcake?” “What lesson am I missing then?” “Oh it’s only art this afternoon, so you can miss that. You’re already a super good artist. I saw the cute little picture you were drawing before you clocked Brian in the jaw.” I blushed as the Headmistress stood up and straightened her skirt and suit jacket, before she walked around to where I was sitting. “Now… why don’t we get that spanking out of the way so you can have some nummy milk…?” She whispered in my ear, making my heart race and my whole body just… melt. ========================================================= I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the next four chapters are available on my Patreon which can be found here if you go for the second tier. New chapters of LETO Syndicate every Wednesday/Sunday! 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Chapter 13: Preschool The LETO Syndicate – LittleFallenPrincess As the door to the classroom opened up, Alice gently pushed me in and closed the door behind me. “Ah, Judy. You’re the last one, so just take a seat next to your partner. Then I can tell you all what this week is all about.” Mr Smith said to me from the front of the classroom. As I looked out, everyone was sitting at old wooden school desks, on little plastic chairs, in rows just like at school. The desks were next to each other, in pairs, and it looked like everyone was with their roommate. And as I found where I was supposed to be sitting, two rows from the back, I locked eyes with Sarah. But she just responded by rolling hers and looking away quickly. ‘Guess I’ll… guess I’ll just go sit down then…’ I thought to myself, as I waddled over and plopped my padded backside down next to Sarah. Looking around, everyone was wearing clothing appropriate for toddlers, though I knew only four of us were wearing nappies right now. But hey, at least most are still wearing pull ups of some kind… which made it less embarrassing. “H… hi…” I whispered to Sarah, who just ignored me and stared at the front of the class as Mr Smith walked around his desk to the blackboard. “Right little ones… this week is a lot more structured. The first week was all about getting you regressed as far as possible. There were no expectations, no actual lessons, nothing. It was a gentle introduction to getting you all used to your new lives. Because you never know… your new Mummies or Daddies may want a newborn. That could be your life.” He stopped for a second and pulled out something from his pocket. Taking something out of whatever he had pulled out, he quickly deposited it in his mouth before putting the original object back in his pocket. And from the chewing… he must have gotten some gum or something. “Right, where was I… yes! First week was an intro. Second week was all about you accepting and embracing your babyishness. This third week, the toddler week, is all about refining you into the perfect little one for your new parent or guardian.” I saw Sarah clench her fists at the mention of our ‘parents’ and I just wanted to hug her. But right now… she’d probably end up punching me in the face if I attempted it. “So this third week is much more akin to a preschool. As you can see, you are all at desks, and we’ll have a much more organised timetable. Nine until eleven is your first class. Then a fifteen minute playtime. Then you’ve got a second lesson until lunchtime at half twelve. Lunchtime is when your Nannies will come in, take you away for your one-on-one sessions, and feed you whilst you’re there. Don’t worry, you’ll still have about thirty minutes of play after this, so you can still play with your friends. After lunch, you’ve got a third lesson until three, after which your Nannies will come and take you to the playroom for a couple of hours, before being taken to your nurseries for dinner and bedtime. Is that all clear?” The class was silent. “I said… IS THAT CLEAR?” He said, raising his voice. “Yes… Mr Smith…” The whole class said in sync, all of us with a slightly babyish lisp. “Any questions?” He asked the class. “What… Wha are deh classes?” One guy said near the front of the class. “Good question! Well we have six days before you get your day off, and then it’s the auction. So we’ve got eighteen lessons to teach you everything you need to know.” Turning around to the blackboard, he quickly wrote something in chalk. The sound of chalk scraping across the blackboard took me right back to highschool as shivers ran through my body. I always hated that sound. A minute later, after furious scribbling, he moved out of the way and turned to look at us. I looked to see what he had written… and had the same reaction everyone else did. Panic. “WHA THE FUDGE?” One guy shouted. “AHHHH!” Screamed another girl. Lots of near-swears and screaming rang around the classroom as everyone started panicking. “CALM!” He shouted. Now… shouting the word ‘calm’ is normally bound to have the complete opposite effect… but the whole class suddenly went quiet and everyone sat still. ‘Oh fuck… that hypnosis is strong…’ I thought to myself as I struggled to move my body even an inch. “Now, I know it must be a big surprise to find you can’t read this. That’s why one of today’s lessons is basic English.” Mr Smith explained, in a much calmer manner this time. Everyone must be under the same hypnosis, as right now… I couldn’t read any of his writing. And it wasn’t like it was similar to a Doctor’s scrawling, it was that we literally couldn’t read. Like that ability had been removed from our memories. Like we were… toddlers. I looked to the side to see Sarah frantically looking around at everyone, her eyes darting between classmates. She was panicking, I could tell by the speed of her eyes and her hands shaking on the table. Taking the risk, I put my hand on the table too and slid it over to hers, before gently putting it over them. Within a few moments her shaking stopped and she started breathing properly, before looking down at my hands and quickly withdrawing her own, looking away from me completely as she did so. ‘Well… worth a shot.’ “Right kiddos… I’m going to write something on the board. I want someone to tell me what it is, okay? Don’t forget to put your hands up to answer.” He wrote a large glyph on the blackboard, and a few hands shot up. “Yes David?” Mr Smith turned to a boy on the side of the class with his hand up. “Umm… F?” He said, but he didn’t pronounce it as ‘eff’, he pronounced it how we used to as kids, more like ‘fuh’. “Not quite. This is the letter ‘a’.” Mr Smith corrected the boy. “That doesn’t look like an ‘Ah’…” I heard from behind me. To be completely honest… It looked like a weird bunch of squiggles to me. I didn’t quite understand it. And when I tried thinking what the letter ‘A’ looked like… it was like my mind was blank. I couldn’t imagine it at all. “We’ll try another one…” Mr Smith continued, writing another symbol on the board. “B-uh?” Someone called out. “Hands up to answer. Strike one. Jonas, release.” I looked over to see the person who had answered quickly look down at their crotch. ‘Was… was that a hypnotic trigger to make him wet himself?’ I thought to myself as the guy’s face turned visibly red and he quickly closed his legs. ‘I guess three strikes and they’re back in nappies… as I bet those pull ups can’t hold more than two or three wettings…’ “Someone else?” Mr Smith asked. Someone put their hands up and Mr Smith nodded at them. “Buh?” They answered. “Not quite. This is the letter K. I see we’ll have to really start at the basics…” Mr Smith said… with a smile. Two hours passed and it felt like we had learned nothing. Mr Smith kept trying to teach us what each symbol looked like… but there was just no way to understand them. It was like everytime I tried to memorise what each letter was… the information just disappeared minutes later. “Now… you’ve got playtime before your next lesson, then you’ve got lunch. So go have fun for a bit. You’ve got maths next!” And just as he finished his sentence, the door to the classroom opened and in walked Alice. However she was the only Nanny who came in, which was weird. “Right little ones. I’ll be your guide back to the play room. Now, Judy… come here.” Alice ordered. I slid off my seat awkwardly, thanks to this enormous fucking nappy, and waddled over to Alice like she ordered. Hearing a few sniggers in the background, I tried ignoring them as I held out my hand to grab Alice’s. “Now… Sa… now someone come grab Judy’s other hand. Then someone grabs your other hand. And I want you all to form a line, holding hands, okay?” Alice ordered the rest of the class, who all got up one by one and formed a line, all holding on to each other’s hands. I noticed she was about to tell Sarah to hold my hand, but one glance backwards told me Sarah didn’t want to hold mine right now, so Alice saved her. “Hold on tight…” Reaching the playroom, I knew we didn’t have long to play, so there wasn’t any point getting super into anything. Maybe I could play with some of the blocks, or maybe I could start colouring something that I could finish later. I’d figure that out in a minute, for now, I was being led by Nanny Alice into the giant playpen, along with the train of adult babies following behind me. Once we were all in, the gate closed and we kinda just… dispersed. Sarah waddled off to play with some dolls in the corner by herself, the other two from our team last week, who were also clearly padded, seemingly didn’t want anything to do with her, probably as she’s my roommate, and Sarah didn’t want anything to do with me… as I was the cause of our padded state. Deciding not to stay too far away from Sarah, in the hope she’d forgive me and come play… I opted to play with the blocks, which were a few metres away from the dolls she was playing with. Maybe… just maybe she’ll crawl over and we can stop being so… eh. But as I plopped my padded backside down and began putting one wooden block on top of the other, Sarah must have noticed me and quickly turned so her back was facing me. ‘Fine. Be that way. I didn’t even do anything that bad. You’re the asshole for treating me like this.’ I thought to myself as I got engrossed in playing, ignoring the whole world around me. Playtime was… awkward. Like I actually enjoyed just playing with blocks, but the awkward tension in the air between Sarah and I… it kinda ruined it all. And just as playtime was over, Nanny Alice walked over to the side of the playpen and cleared her throat, obviously trying to get our attention. And it worked. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked over at her. “Right, as before, everyone forms a line, holding hands. Time for your next lesson!” She called out, holding her hand out for someone to grab. I was too far away to be able to be first, so that David guy from behind me walked over and grabbed Alice’s hand. Then someone joined on after him, and another, and so on. I stayed still, waiting for Sarah to move… but she didn’t. That was until Brian walked over. “Hey baby butt. You coming or wha?” He said in a really off-tone to Sarah. “Shuh up Bwian.” She replied, clearly not having any of his bullshit. “Come on, pee pants. Time to wine up like the good widdle baby you are… or do you need a change?” He mocked her, making my blood boil. Sarah didn’t reply, she just climbed to her knees, but as she was just about to stand up, Brian kicked her back down onto her arse. “What the fudge, Bwian?” She replied, her voice quivering. She was upset, but she was trying her best to hide that fact. What I didn’t understand… was Brian’s sudden change in behaviour. Like he… he was a different person. He laughed at her before walking off and joining the line. I quickly climbed to my feet and waddled over to Sarah, offering my hand to help her up. But all I got was… “Go away.” I felt… hurt. But I knew she must be hurting more, especially after Brian’s behaviour towards her. So I dropped it and let her get up herself, where she quickly joined the end of the line. And not wanting to upset her more, I waited for the second to last person to join after Sarah, before joining on the line myself. “Come on then, kiddos… let’s go to your next class!” Alice called out as she got the train of adult babies moving towards our next lesson… Maths. ========================================================= I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the next four chapters are available on my Patreon which can be found here if you go for the second tier. New chapters of LETO Syndicate every Wednesday/Sunday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. But I'd appreciate it if people didn't post it elsewhere, even if you're just suggesting it to other people. If you want to show others, please send them a link to the first page of this post! Thanks!

Chapter 12: Toddler Week The LETO Syndicate – LittleFallenPrincess I slowly awoke after the most wonderful sleep with the most wonderful dreams. That was until Dream-Sarah turned around and told me she hated me. The sudden betrayal shook me awake as I jolted forward in the crib, looking around, panicking. ‘Just a dream… just a dream…’ I thought to myself. But as I turned to my side to check Sarah was okay… she was gone. Like… she wasn’t there. No one was. Looking around… not even Alice was here. I started worrying that maybe there had been an emergency evacuation and they just… forgot about me. Or maybe they had moved Sarah out because she hates me now. Thankfully, after only two minutes of worrying and a little bit of mild panicking, the door opened and in walked Alice, holding Sarah’s hand. Sarah waddled in beside Alice, the thick nappy she was wearing made her bow-legged as she entered the room. She wore a pink footed sleeper that I swear she didn’t go to sleep in, and her hair was up in pigtails. “Wha… what happened?” I asked, concerned. “I took Sarah for a little stroll, sweetie. Just a quick checkup with the Nurse, Sarah wasn’t feeling too good.” Alice answered. “Oh… I’m sorry.” Sarah looked away at me, turning her head so she was just staring into Alice’s shoulder. “It’s okay, poppet. She’s okay, just an upset tummy is all. We got her treatment for the week whilst we were there, so I’m going to change her outfit and drop her off in the classroom nice and early. Then I’ll be back to take you to the Nurse’s for your procedure, okay?” Alice said with such a calm, authoritative voice. “Oh… alright then…” I said, disappointed and confused. Why didn’t she wake me up and take me with her? What’s up with Sarah’s tummy? Is she going to be okay? So do I have to sit in this soggy nappy in the crib, waiting until she’s done with Sarah? As my mind swirled with questions, I tried to focus on Sarah as she was being dressed in something that looked much more appropriate for a toddler, though she still had her thick nappy on underneath… thanks to me… I sighed. Looking for behavioural signs, I was interested in what the ‘toddler’ stage entailed. Would she still talk babyish like last week? Would she have more mobility and flexibility? Clearly we lost so she hasn’t regained any potty training, but I was intrigued to see how she behaves as a ‘toddler’. Alice allowing her to waddle beside her means that we have more freedom of movement, though the thick nappy made it difficult for her to walk normally. Still, it’d be nice to actually move around a bit more this week, two weeks of barely moving except for crawling means I kinda miss getting up and about. “Such a good girl!” Alice exclaimed as she finished dressing Sarah up in yellow shortalls and a white onesie that had little yellow butterflies on it. Finishing up with some yellow hi-tops and some frilly socks, she quickly put Sarah’s hair into a ponytail and kissed her on the forehead. “You look absolutely adorable. I swear if I had as much money as some of our clients, I’d snatch you right up at the auction myself!” She said, squeezing the girl’s arm. Sarah blushed and turned her head to me, before quickly realising her mistake and looking away from me in a huff. “Now… I’ll go drop you off in the classroom, okay sweetie? Mr Smith said he’d keep an eye on you as he’s running early today. That way I can get little Judy sorted at the Nurse’s room.” Sarah nodded and smiled up at our Nanny. I wondered if that was maybe part of the hypnosis she was subjected to earlier this morning whilst I slept. She was acting much more like we had been the past week, albeit less giggly and bouncy. “Come on then, sweetie. Judy… be a good baby whilst I’m gone, okay?” Alice said to me, staring at me as she clearly waited for an answer. As soon as I nodded, Alice took Sarah’s hand and led her out of the nursery. Despite her looking more like a toddler, the telltale crinkle of her infantile underwear and the waddle in her walk made it clear we would be facing a much less fun week than the other ‘toddlers’ thanks to my fuckup. I waited and waited, for what seemed like an eternity, before the door to the nursery opened and in walked Alice, alone. “Right, sweetpea. Are you ready?” She asked, standing over my crib as I looked up at her. “You were gone forever!” I blurted out. “I was only gone for five minutes, hun.” Alice laughed. “That… that’s forever!” I squeaked at how infantile I sounded. I wasn’t even under any of the treatment at this point! Clutching my mouth in shock, I looked up at Alice in a panic. “Oh sweetie, you sound adorable. That means you’re making good progress! Good girl!” Alice praised me. I should have felt worried. Worried that my brain was being programmed to act more babyish, even when I’m supposed to be a big girl! But all I felt was… a fluttery tummy feeling as she called me a good girl. Lifting me up into the air and placing me on her hip, Alice kissed my cheek and patted my soggy bottom before turning around and carrying me out. “No… stroller?” I asked. “No sweetie. No need. It’s just you, Sarah is in the classroom already and you’ll be able to waddle the way there after your treatment. No stroller this morning. Maybe later though, don’t worry.” She replied, walking out of the nursery, holding me close to her body. I could feel the warmth and the love coming off her and it just felt… good? “O… okay…” I replied nervously as she walked off down the empty halls towards the nurses station. “Oh here she is!” The Nurse said, clapping her hands excitedly at the sight of me. ‘I’m not that important… am I?’ I asked myself in my head as Alice walked me over to the Nurse, who quickly took me in her arms as my Nanny passed me over like I was an actual baby. Bouncing me up and down in her arms, the Nurse smiled at me. “Gosh, you really are just a little cutie, just like your nursery-mate. I wish I could just adopt you myself, but I know that’s not possible.” She said as she kissed my forehead, making my tummy feel funny again, before laying me down on the examination table. “So… toddlers this week?” Alice asked the Nurse. “Yup! Aren’t you excited? Although… as I found out with Sarah, you got last place in Mr Smith’s class, didn’t you?” The Nurse turned to ask me. “...Yeah…” I replied in disappointment. “So toddler brains but baby nappies. Interesting choice. I’m sure the other kids won’t make fun of you… that much. Maybe.” The Nurse said, winking at me. I sighed as she pulled out a syringe and followed the same steps she did the past two times. Quick jab in the leg followed by that weird curved screen over my eyes, though this time the light was green. “And done!” She announced. “Already?” Alice asked. “That seemed quicker than last time.” “It was the same for Sarah.” The Nurse replied. “Oh. So they’ve not improved control-wise, but they’re much more like toddlers in behaviour, right?” “Yup, same as little Sarah. Sorry Alice, you’ve still got a lot of nappies to change this week. But don’t worry, I’m sure Mr Smith has some plans for the other little ones.” “So I won’t be the only one on changing duties?” “If what I’ve heard is true… not by a long shot.” She grinned at Alice, who just started laughing in response. I felt kinda bad that the others would probably be tricked into nappies at some point. Maybe being in them from the start will mean we aren’t as humiliated? Maybe Sarah will appreciate that and think I saved us from all that… hopefully. But at the same time, the sympathy I had for the others… was not by any large amount. I only cared about Sarah and I. The others… if they make it through this in one piece… that’s up to them. I clenched my fists and kicked my legs a bit as I lay on the examination table. Already I could tell my movements were a little… off. Nowhere near as bad as the first or second week, but it still meant we weren’t at 100% mobility. I could probably walk with the strength left in my legs just like Sarah did earlier, but I doubt I could do it for very long, and it wouldn’t be very coordinated. Even less so with these thick nappies between our legs. “Now… you better go get her dressed and off to class!” The Nurse smiled up at us. “Wha… wha is class dis week?” I asked, surprised at the babyish lisp that had returned. “D’awww! You sound so adorable!” Alice squealed. “But yes, class this week is more like preschool. There will be a lot of fun and games, but you’ll also have Maths, English, Art, and Obedience Training.” “Obee… obeedance twaining?” I asked, nervously. The Nurse stepped up and helped me into a sitting position with my legs hanging over the edge of the table as she answered my question. “Yes sweetie. Need to make sure you are obedient and well-trained for your new Mummies and Daddies.” “Buh…” “I know, sweetie, but you need to.” She replied. I sighed and knew there was no way out of this. Alice walked over and held her hands out. I instinctively grabbed on as she lifted me off the table, placing me on my feet on the floor. After two weeks of not standing… This was weird. “Don’t worry, I’ve got your hand the whole way. You’ll be okay.” She said, gripping tightly onto my hands before turning me around to face the door. “Just one step at a time at first.” She sounded so… genuine. Like she genuinely cared. Like I really was a little toddler learning how to walk for the first time. She was so maternal… it was a shame she didn’t have the money to get her own little one… she would have made a kind Mummy, unlike probably most of the clients who will buy our ‘class’. I took one very shaky step, putting one foot in front of the other. Having Alice holding my hands made this a lot easier, I swear if she wasn’t… it would have taken me a while to get used to walking again. Next came the other foot. “Good job! See, you’re already doing really well!” Alice cheered me on as I took another step, feeling so damn proud of this thing that only a few weeks ago I’d have taken for granted. “Now wave bye bye to the Nurse, sweetie.” I turned and waved quickly, before grabbing Alice’s hand again for stability. Around half way back to the nursery I got the hang of walking again and like Sarah before, only held onto Alice using one hand. Which made getting there a lot quicker after the near-crawl up to that point. Reaching the nursery, Alice stripped me down to just my nappy, lifted me up onto the changing table and changed my very messy nappy. I still couldn’t believe I couldn’t smell or feel the accident I must have had at some point during the night or this morning. Whatever they were doing to us… was effective, I’ll give them that. And after a quick nappy change into one that was just as thick as before, Alice pulled out a onesie and pair of shortalls that looked very similar to those that she put Sarah in, though mine were pink and had princesses and crowns on them. “Perfect little Princess!” She announced upon completion of her task of getting me dressed for the day. “Time to get you to class, you don’t want to be late on your first day!” I nodded and smiled at her as she stuck a dummy in my mouth that matched my pink shortalls and helped me onto the floor. With nervous steps, I put one foot in front of the other and held tightly onto Alice’s hand as she led me out of the nursery and to my second ‘first day’ of preschool in my life. ========================================================= I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! 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Chapter 11: Winners The LETO Syndicate – LittleFallenPrincess “Now class…” Mr Smith said, not moving an inch as he sat back against his desk. “We have a winner, and we have a loser.” Sarah squeezed my hand excitedly, knowing we probably won, which means we get a reward… whatever that may be. “I feel sorry for whoever lost, I bet it's a horrible punishment!” She whispered to me. “And for the first half of the week, it was clear who was going to win.” Mr Smith continued, looking directly at me and Sarah. “But then…” He pulled out a remote control and pressed a button, causing something behind him to stir. Slowly, a white screen descended in front of the blackboard, until it reached the bottom and stopped. Pressing another button, the screen lit up to show us all… painting. “Yellow team was really far behind up to this point, you see. But then Baby Brian decided to stop being a little fussypants and actually join in. That turnaround really earned you some points, putting you close to the top place at the time, which was the red team.” Sarah squeezed in anticipation. But as soon as I saw the camera pan around to me, where I was sat painting on my own… I knew what was about to happen next would break Sarah’s heart. I just hoped she wouldn’t hate me after what I could tell was going to happen next with the scores. “And here we see little Judy…” In the video on the screen, I got up, accidentally knocking the pot over, the one I freaked out over. “Oh dear…” Mr Smith smiled at me, not even looking at the screen. Everyone else watched in shock as past-me panicked and started trying to rub the paint out of the unprotected carpet, only managing to make it worse. “Tsk tsk tsk… silly baby did something naughty. But hey, you’re only a baby, it happens. A warning and everything would be forgiven…” Then past-me hid her hands behind her back as a Nanny came over and you could hear me lying my ass off to the Nanny, blaming the others for the accident. I turned to Sarah, who looked at me with a mixture of shock and disappointment. “Oh dear… blaming others and not owning up to your accident… that’s not good behaviour, is it class?” Mr Smith called out. The whole class just watched the video and ignored our teacher. “I said… IS IT CLASS?” Mr Smith raised his voice for the first time, and everyone quickly nodded their head and gave him a ‘No, Mr Smith’ in response. “That’s better. Shame… you were winning too. But that naughty act has taken away all the points your team had, putting you in last place. Meaning the winners are Brian and the rest of the Yellow team! Well done little ones!” Brian and his team mates all clapped happily and cheered, whilst the rest of my team all looked at me, clearly pissed. Sarah took her hand back quickly, breaking our connection. “I… I’m sorry…” I said to her. “You better hope this punishment isn’t that bad. Otherwise…” She growled at me in response. “I understand.” I replied, hanging my head in shame. Mr Smith then cleared his voice and stopped the movie behind him. “Now class… settle down. Would you like to know what the winners and losers get? Well… first place, the Yellow team, get… UNDERWEAR!” He announced. Everyone, including the yellow team, looked around in confusion, whilst Mr Smith just continued smiling. “Well as of tomorrow, you’ll be toddlers. So you’ll earn more privileges, more control, less babyish tasks. It’ll be a lot more similar to today or this time last week, but you’ll still have classes and conditioning. And toddlers can be at various stages of potty training!” “Fuck.” I said under my breath, knowing exactly where this was heading. “So the yellow team gets their control back with their injections tomorrow!” “Wait… they can do that?” Brian asked out loud. “Somewhat… don’t get your hopes up kiddo, you’ll still be prone to accidents, the formula is still in testing, and you’ll have to ask to use a potty, but you can wear regular underwear under your toddler-like clothing. Warning though… any accidents will put you straight back into pull ups.” “Pullups?” A girl in the back asked. “I’m spoiling tomorrow a little, but I think it’s only fair to tell you. All toddlers will start out with a little bit of control back. You’ll all be in the middle of potty training, development-wise, so you’ll all be wearing pull ups in case there are any accidents. Too many accidents and you end up straight back in nappies. You may ask to use a potty, but you may still not be able to tell when to go.” “What about the losers?” A boy in the front asked, as everyone looked at me and Sarah. “Like I said, toddlers can be at any stage of the potty training process. The red team… well they won’t have had any luck with potty training. So they’ll be starting the week in nappies, and they won’t be able to graduate out of them.” ‘There it is…’ I thought to myself. I looked at Sarah, hoping that she wouldn’t hate me too much, it was just another week of nappies… but she snubbed her nose at me and looked away in a huff. I turned to the other two in our team and they very much did the same, making me feel really guilty. “S… sorry…” I whispered to Sarah, as Mr Smith talked more about our fate. Something about ‘nappies so that the others will see us as babies still and laugh at us’. I didn’t care at this point, I just didn’t want Sarah to hate me. I made a mistake, but it wasn’t that bad, was it? “But, just like last week, you’ve got the rest of the day free to be… mostly adults. You’re still stuck in those cute onesies and dresses of yours, but otherwise you can play, you can nap, read… whatever.” He said, before pressing a button next to his ear. “Nannies? You can come collect your babies.” And before we could react, as if they were all just standing outside the classroom, waiting for him to call them, the door opened. And one by one, a Nanny would come in, collect their charges into a stroller and walk off with them. Everyone was gone, and only Sarah and I remained. It was at that point that Alice walked in. “Oh dear. Looks like the next week is going to be full of nappy changes still. What a shame…” Alice grinned as she picked Sarah up and strapped her into the stroller, who turned her body away from me, as much as she could, in a huff. Picking me up, Alice then placed me down next to Sarah and buckled me in, before walking behind and walking towards the classroom door. “See you tomorrow, Mr Smith.” Nanny Alice said before leaving. Mr Smith must have nodded to her or something, because he didn’t say anything in return… unless he’s just a rude ass. Walking into the playroom once again, we were unstrapped and placed into the playpen. Reaching out to try to talk to Sarah, I was too late as she snubbed me and crawled over to our other teammates. And looking at their faces… I clearly wasn’t welcome to join them. So I crawled over to the other side of the playpen, where no one was currently, and started colouring in some princess pictures by myself, feeling heartbroken. Like… I know I messed up. But to blame me for us losing? I mean it’s not even that bad as far as punishments go. They could have done something much meaner. It's just another week of nappies! I felt almost… betrayed… “Hey kiddo…” I heard a familiar voice as someone sat next to me on the little plastic chairs. “Huh?” I asked, turning around to see Brian sitting there. “Where’s Sarah?” he asked. “She… she’s upset with me for making us lose.” I replied. “I bet. But hey, it wasn’t that bad. It’s not like you intentionally wanted to lose. You knocked some paint over and didn’t own up to it, that’s all. Don’t worry, she’ll forgive you soon enough.” “I hope so.” I said, sadness filling my voice. “So whatcha colouring?” “Princess.” “I can see that. You’re doing a good job!” He said enthusiastically. “What made you change your tune? You were vehemently against the baby stuff when we arrived. The hypnosis couldn’t have changed you that much that quickly…” I commented. “Oh believe me, my tune hasn’t changed.” He whispered all of a sudden. “But I figured out the secret of this place. I’ve figured out their little trick.” He winked at me. “Huh?” I asked, confused. “I believe they’ve put…” “Are you stupid? They can probably hear you!” I stopped him quickly. He looked confused himself, before a large Nanny walked over and looked over the playpen wall. “Everything okay cuties?” The unknown Nanny asked us both. “Everything is great. Hunky-dory.” I replied, nervously. “What she said, Nanny Emma.” Brian replied. I realised this must be his Nanny if he knows her name. “Oh good. Let me just check your nappies, little ones…” The Nanny said, before climbing over the playpen and reaching down, quickly shoving a finger into the leg hole of my nappy and feeling around. “Bit wet, but you can hold more. Now… Little Brian’s turn.” She said as she did the same to him. “Uh oh… you’re soaked, little one! Come on then, let’s go get that nappy changed.” Brian was about to protest, but was quickly silenced by a dummy being placed into his mouth as he was lifted up into the air by the unbelievably strong Nanny and carried out of the playpen, and then out of the room. I sat there for a few moments before deciding to carry on my colouring whilst I waited for Brian to return. I waited a long time for Brian to return… but nothing. Maybe he decided he wanted a nap? Maybe he was bratty and earned himself a spanking or naptime? I didn’t know, and I tried pushing it to the back of my mind as I continued colouring all afternoon, trying to also avoid looking at Sarah having fun with the others. I could hear them giggling in the distance and having fun, and I just felt lonely and betrayed. “Right, time to go, sweetpea.” “Huh?” I said, turning around, coming out of my own little world to see Nanny Alice kneeling next to me. “It’s time to go get dinner and get ready for bed, sweetpea. You’ve been busy drawing all afternoon.” “Oh okay…” I said, putting my pencil down and allowing the strong Nanny of mine to lift me up and carry me over to the stroller on the other side of the playpen. I couldn’t believe it was so late already! Although it doesn't help that we now have stupidly early bedtimes and we sleep most of the day. “What’s up, sweetpea?” Alice asked. “Nuffin.” I replied, trying to avoid eye contact. “Is this about Sarah?” “Uh huh… how’d you know?” “I’ve been in and out all day. I’ve seen the way you both look at each other when the other isn’t.” “She… she’s been looking at me?” I asked her. “Oh yes. I can tell she misses you. Just give her time, she’ll forgive you.” “It’s gonna be awkward tonight in the crib…” “Do you want your own crib tonight?” “That would make it more awkward I bet. Wait… we could have had another crib this whole time?” “Of course. You think this place isn’t able to afford extra cribs? Have you seen their tech?” “I guess. I just… didn’t know that was an option.” “You never asked.” Alice smiled at me as she placed me into the stroller and strapped me in. “Now, be a good girl whilst I go get Sarah.” It wasn’t long before we returned to our nursery. I was placed in the crib, then Alice proceeded to pick Sarah up and immediately took her over to the chair to nurse. I watched awkwardly as Sarah avoided looking at me, focusing entirely on nursing. I hated this chasm between us, I just wanted her to like me again. Looking around at the nursery, I realised we had never changed the colour or design from the first week. I remembered Alice saying we could… but honestly, I kinda liked it how it was. And unless Sarah says something, I’d prefer to keep it how it is. It wasn’t long before Sarah had finished having ‘dinner’ and was being placed in the crib beside me. She quickly turned away from me, facing the wall and lay down. Before I could say anything, I was promptly lifted up as it was now my time to feed. And as I lay there on Alice’s lap, I asked one thing that had been bugging me all day. “No one-on-one today?” “No sweetie. Not today. It’s your day off. You’ll see the Headmistress tomorrow, don’t worry.” Alice replied. I shrugged my shoulders and let our Nanny position me as I began nursing on her breast. And at some point during ‘dinner’… I fell asleep. ========================================================= I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the next four chapters are available on my Patreon which can be found here if you go for the second tier. New chapters of LETO Syndicate every Wednesday/Sunday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. But I'd appreciate it if people didn't post it elsewhere, even if you're just suggesting it to other people. 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Chapter 10: One on One The LETO Syndicate – LittleFallenPrincess ‘Poor Sarah…’ I thought to myself, as the Headmistress carried me down the hallways and into her office. She didn’t even put me in a stroller like our Nanny does, she just carried me the whole way in her arms, my legs still wrapped around her hips. It still shocked me how strong she was. I pushed the jealousy I felt towards Brian getting to do… that… with Sarah to the back of my mind, as the Headmistress closed the door behind her and walked over to a lone seat in the middle of the room. I waited for her to place me in it… but she walked right past it, over to her modern white desk and office chair, sitting down and placing me on her lap facing her. I had a quick look around whilst she adjusted herself and got comfortable in her seat. This office was… very bare. It was white and modern, very minimalistic, very… clinical. I guess it’s to keep up with the rest of the appearance of this being an ‘institute’. Her white desk and large office chair sat at one end of the room, with a couple of personal effects in the corner of the desk next to her mobile phone. In the other corner of the desk stood a touch-screen monitor that was currently on standby. Behind us was an enormous portrait of the complex from the outside. In the corner was a bookshelf full of books and textbooks. A large red rug spanned most of the centre of the room, adding the only bit of colour to this monochromatic office. And aside from the chair in the centre of the room facing us… that was it. I was expecting… more. “Aww sweetie…” She said to me, putting her hand to my cheek and cupping it slightly. Instinctively I pressed against her hand and felt a warm, comforting sensation fill my heart. “I’m sorry I missed out on our other one-on-ones this week, darling. I had a lot of business to attend to. Has Nanny been good to you?” “I… uh huh…” I replied nervously. Her posture, her face… even her smell made me feel weird around her. “Good. Can’t have my prize baby getting treated badly. I’m glad I assigned her to you, she seems to have a good head on her.” “She… she’s nice.” I replied. I don’t know why I was sticking up for our Nanny, but I guess she was kinda nice… “Oh good. And what’s your little roommate like?” The Headmistress asked, sounding genuinely interested. “Sarah? She’s… nice too.” “You have to tell me a bit more than that, sweetpea...” “I like her. She’s friendly and nice.” “And is she as good as you are?” “She… I think so, yeah.” “So, obviously you won’t remember the previous week and our previous one-on-ones, so let’s catch me up on how your lessons are going. Is Mr Smith doing a good job?” “Doing a good job at turning us into babies? Yeah.” “Are you enjoying your lessons?” She asked. “I… umm…” “Be honest.” “Uh huh…” I replied, feeling like I had to tell the truth. Or at least the truth she wanted to hear. “You don’t sound so sure.” “I… don’t like that he puts hypnosis in our heads that can make us… you know…” “Oh, the thing I just saved you from?” “...Yeah.” I mumbled. “I think it’s cute. I would have liked to have seen you hump your roommates nappy…” She grinned down at me. I blushed and looked away from her face, but ended up catching myself staring at her rather large breasts that her open blouse was making very obvious. “I…” “Don’t worry, I’ll feed you in a bit. Just need to finish these questions and then I can feed you. Then I’ll get you back to class. I wish I could keep you here for longer, but you need to be in your classes.” I snapped back to my senses and looked up at her. “Why… Why hypnosis?” I asked. “Why not just force us to be babies? The injections make us helpless as it is… Or why not just hypnotise us the whole way?” “Because I don’t want mind-controlled babies, sweetheart. And I don’t want little brats who will make our client’s lives difficult. I want babies that slowly accept their place and actually enjoy it.” “I… guess that makes sense.” I replied. “So are the other babies following your excellent example?” “I… some of them are playing, yeah.” “Such a good girl! And you did that all by yourself too, I didn’t have a single part in you doing that!” She said, making the butterflies in my tummy happy again. “Is that it? No more questions?” I asked, nervously. “Does Nanny Alice ask you anything else? She’s had you the past few days whilst I’ve been busy, I want to make sure she’s doing her job.” “Umm… I don’t think so.” “How about you? Do you have any questions for me?” “Umm… do you know what this ‘special punishment’ is?” I asked, hoping she’d answer. Her face turned serious all of a sudden. “And who is punishing you?” She asked, sternly… as if she was ready to murder someone. “Oh… no one… yet.” “Oh good. Wait, yet?” “Mr Smith… he put us in teams. I’m on the Red Team with Sarah and another couple of girls. Over the week we earn points at the end of each day, basically for acting like the best babies. We… are winning.” “Good girl!” She smiled. “If we win, we get special privileges next week. The losing team gets a special punishment.” “Is that so…?” She trailed off. “If I know Mr Smith… and I really do… that is going to be a punishment you definitely don’t want.” She said, winking at me. “I mean if he forcefully made Sarah and Brian… you know… yeah, I think you’re right.” I replied. I felt like I could talk with her like this forever. The way she talks, her smile… I was smitten. “Oh, before I forget, you need to do a couple of tests for me, sweetpea. Just basic English and Maths to make sure you’re progressing well. Why don’t you turn and do them on my desk whilst I brush your hair?” The Headmistress suggested. “I… guess…” “Good girl.” She said, slowly turning me around on her lap, placing a familiar test and a pencil in front of me. “And then we’ll get you some lunch and back in your class.” I blushed at the thought of nursing from her. Not going to lie… it definitely made the test harder to complete when I couldn’t concentrate. “Good job, babygirl!” She said, turning me back around once I had finished. The hairbrushing whilst I was completing the test… was nice. I always loved having my hair brushed. But now it was time. Time for… lunch. Positioning me gently in her arms, my legs hanging over the edge of the chair arm, she held my head close to her breast as she undid the few remaining buttons on her blouse and began to nurse me. I was used to the milk by now, but it still… OKAY FINE, IT FELT GOOD! I’ll admit it! I loved it! Happily nursing on her breasts, I lost myself again and drifted off into my own little happy headspace as time passed and my nappy grew thicker… and warmer… and wetter. “D’aww, I’ll definitely have to change you before getting you to class… actually, no! I think it’ll be cuter if you go back with your soaked nappy.” The Headmistress laughed. I blushed at her decision, but I continued nursing and pushed everything that the past week and a half had thrown at us to the back of my mind. After ‘lunch’, I was swiftly returned to class, with a quick kiss on the cheek by the Headmistress, followed up with a quick pat on my padded bum as I waddled into the classroom and fell over, my fall softened by the plush carpet. Once the Headmistress left, I looked around at a class full of embarrassed adults, all in soggy nappies… looking exhausted. “Oh hello little Judy. You just missed out.” Mr Smith said, looking directly at me. ‘Damn…’ I thought to myself. I hadn’t had any action since before we arrived, so part of me wanted to be included. “Though I guess little Sarah could go again…” He grinned. Sarah, exhausted already, looked up at Mr Smith, then at me, with her eyes wide open in shock. Shaking her head, she was just about to plead as Mr Smith opened his mouth. “Sarah, Judy… happy time…” Day 5 Okay so yesterday really changed things between me and Sarah. After Mr Smith… made us rub our nappies together… I’m not gonna lie, it was awkward. We kept our distance a bit for the rest of the day, until that evening, when we were alone in our crib together… and she grabbed my hand and squeezed it. We edged our bodies closer together, feeling the warmth of one another as our faces lay next to each other, our noses touching. It was then… that she took the initiative and kissed me. Like… actually kissed me. In this bleak situation, being kidnapped and regressed and humiliated… having something slightly normal felt even better than it used to. She quickly retracted and blushed, but before she could backtrack on this and start doubting everything, I quickly pressed my lips against hers and kissed her back. And for the remainder of the night, we snuggled happily together, trying desperately to push everything that was going on around us to the back of our minds so we could enjoy it. I woke up to yet another wet nappy, and a sleeping Sarah with her head lay on my shoulder, sucking her dummy and drooling slightly. “D’aww, she’s adorable!” Alice said, bending down over the crib. “I’ll leave you two for a bit longer, there's no rush today, it’s still early.” I thanked Alice and rested my head on Sarah’s, stroking her hair, enjoying this time we had together. So yes… Day 5. Painting! They brought out a bunch of paper and laid it all out on the floor, and gave us access to lots of paint. Problem was… we weren’t given brushes. At first everyone was looking around, trying to find the brushes. But it wasn’t until I slapped my hand in the yellow paint and then on the paper on the floor that people realised what we were expected to do. Sarah quickly followed suit and dipped her hand in the red paint, before slapping it down on the paper next to where my handprint was. Slowly but surely, more people joined in and started enjoying themselves. Even Brian, the grumpy gus, joined in and looked like he was actually enjoying himself. At one point I tapped the tip of Sarah’s nose, putting a red dot of paint on it. She smiled and retaliated by rubbing her nose against the side of my face… and before you knew it… a paint fight erupted. The nannies didn’t stop us, neither did Mr Smith. They just watched and smiled, though Brian flicked some paint towards Mr Smith, which earned him a spanking. We made sure to keep our paint fight contained to ourselves, as we now knew what would happen if we tried getting any on the grown ups. It was a lot of fun… until I freaked out a bit when I knocked over a paint pot onto part of the carpet that wasn’t covered up. I tried rubbing it out but it got worse and worse, seeping into the fibres and spreading around more. When a Nanny, whose name I had no knowledge of, came over to see what had happened, I… may have blamed it on someone else. I didn’t name names or anything, I just said it must have been someone else. Thankfully that seemed to work, I got out of a spanking and no one else got punished for it. And then once we were all tuckered out, we were taken out of the room by our Nannies. Sarah and I were taken by Alice to a small room we had never entered before. Turns out… It was a bathroom. With a bath big enough for two grown adults. So you can see where this is going… sitting there, naked, alongside Sarah, who was also naked… It was awkward. At least it was with Alice still kneeling there by the side of the bath. If only she’d bugger off for a bit… maybe I’d get some action. But no, Alice washed us carefully, making sure to get all the paint out of our hair and off our faces. Draining the tub, she wrapped us up in a big towel and lifted us up one at a time, placing us on the changing table inside the bathroom, before proceeding to put us in a really thick nappy. The rest of the day? We spent it playing in the playpen, followed by another one-on-one with the Headmistress, which went exactly how it did yesterday, before being put in the crib with Sarah, the two of us snuggling even closer than previously. Day 6 One more day of this and then we get reverted back to our normal speech and we get more control of our bodies. And maaaybe this need to suckle everything put in my mouth will go. It was getting annoying now. But yes. Day six was another day of playing in the classroom. Followed by yet another one-on-one. Whilst I was off with the Headmistress, Alice went off somewhere with Sarah. I wondered if Sarah was having the same questions and the same treatment as I was. Day 7 Freedom! Finally! After the past 6 days, we all knew that we had to appreciate this ‘adult’ time we were given. Even if we were still treated like babies and wore babyish clothes and thick nappies… we were at least given some freedom and all the hypnosis and whatever they pumped into us was erased. Well, everything but the incontinence. That apparently wasn’t going away. So after we had the shots and the flash of hypnosis by the nurse, Sarah and I were pushed towards the play room. I wondered what they were going to humiliate us with this time, as we had been fully conscious all week, unlike the newborn week. I guess there was that day Mr Smith made us hump each other in wet nappies. That would be pretty bad. But no, instead we passed the playroom and carried on further into the complex, towards the classroom. Sarah and I looked at each other in confusion as Alice continued walking, not explaining what was going on or anything, as she reached the classroom door and pushed it open. “Ah, our final two. Right, Alice, if you would be so kind, just place them on the floor for the announcement.” Mr Smith said, standing in front of his desk, leaning back against it with his bum resting on the edge, his arms crossed and his sleeves rolled up showing his very hairy arms. “Yes Mr Smith.” Alice replied, unbuckling us from the stroller and lifting us out, Sarah first then me, and placing us on the floor with the others. We sat patiently as Alice walked out with the stroller, leaving us all alone with Mr Smith. I held out my hand to Sarah, who clutched it and began squeezing it. “So… I bet you’re all wondering which team won…” He grinned. ========================================================= I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! 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Chapter 9: Day One The LETO Syndicate – LittleFallenPrincess As we were wheeled down the hallways once again, heading somewhere I didn’t recall ever going, despite apparently having spent a lot of the past week there, I found my thoughts constantly drifting to my dummy. It felt so good, like… better than ever! I was actually pretty happy right now, I was in a dry nappy, I had my dummy, and Sarah was doing okay. She too looked like she was enjoying her dummy just as much as I was, which felt… good. We turned a corner to see a door I didn’t remember, but that felt familiar. “Here we are. First day of class for the little babies!” Alice said, pressing a button on the wall. The door before us opened automatically and as we were pushed inside, I suddenly felt a familiar feeling, as if we had been here. “Dis… dis is from the video!” Sarah said. Thinking back… I did remember it! Sarah was right, it was in the video during play yesterday. We must have been in here last week whilst we were regressed. So whilst it felt familiar, I still didn’t know much about it other than it looked like a typical preschool classroom, with lots of small plastic desks and colourful plastic chairs, ones that wouldn’t look out of place in a nursery or daycare, all facing the front of the room, where a blackboard was prominently displayed. “Ah, Alice. You’re the last one to arrive I think, so just place the little ones in their seats at the front of the class and you can go finish your other tasks.” A voice from the front of the classroom called out. “Mr Smith, good to see you again. I’ll just be a moment then.” Alice replied, pushing us to the front and carefully unstrapping the two of us from the stroller and lifting us up, sitting us on chairs next to each other. “You two be good girls, otherwise you’ll end up with a smacked bottom…” Alice warned before standing up and pushing the stroller away, out of the room, closing the door behind her. Sitting on the uncomfortable plastic seat, I squirmed as ‘Mr Smith’ wandered forwards and backwards at the front of the classroom, not saying a word. At least my butt had all this padding underneath it, otherwise this seat would be really uncomfortable. “Good morning class! I’m Mr Smith.” He said as he stopped and turned to face us all. We all sat patiently, not risking disobeying at this point, waiting for someone to make the first move. “I said Good morning class!” He repeated. “...Good Morning, Mr Smith…” We all called out in sync, albeit in a babyish tone. Most of us still had dummies in our mouths after all. “That’s better. Now. As you don’t remember last week when I first introduced myself, I’ll explain it again now that you are mostly yourself.” I looked up at this ‘teacher’. He wore perfectly shined shoes with even more perfect laces. Making my way up, I noticed his pants were perfectly ironed. These matched his perfectly positioned waistcoat. And his perfectly ironed white shirt. And his perfect tie. Even his stubble was perfectly symmetrical and his medium length brown hair looked flawless, tucked behind his ears. Like either this guy was incredibly vain and took way too much pride with his appearance, or this guy was a Greek god. “So… you know that you are here to be trained to be perfect babies. Whether you end up as a newborn, a baby or a toddler, you will get some taste of all three before being auctioned off to our specific clientele, and then they will decide which age you are to be for them. At which point you may have some final modifications made, before going home with them. It is my job to train and teach you little tykes to be the best babies you can be. Sure, the Nurse and the other eggheads who designed a lot of the hypnosis tech you’ve been subjected to would argue that they could program anyone to be the perfect baby. I mean… I must admit you were perfect little newborns last week. But I, and the Headmistress, believe that there’s a human touch needed to really regress you. Hypnosis opens a lot of doors, and makes my job a lot easier, but I believe I am what's needed to perfectly mould you into the infants your future Mummies and Daddies want. Whilst the eggheads created the technology, I created the programs themselves.” The way this guy talked… he sounded so… confident. Smug. But also like he was fully in control. “Now, let me explain what this week will entail for you in my class. Babyish behaviour is all about letting your inhibitions out, letting yourself go. So to do that, we shall be having lots of creative tasks. Finger painting, colouring, playing pretend… if you did it as a child, we will do it this week. The more you let out your inner baby, the more privileges you will earn. The more you try to prevent it, the more punishments you earn. It’s as simple as that. But to make things interesting… we’re going to have teams.” We all looked around at each other in confusion. “Seven teams of four. I will assign you all a colour, and think of it like your nursery partner, if one of you misbehaves or fails… you all get punished. But whichever team does the best over the week, will earn a special privilege at the end of it. The team who does the worst… will earn a special punishment.” I was scared to ask what it was, thankfully another of us who didn’t have a dummy in their mouth spoke up for the rest of us. “Umm… what are they?” A girl in the back asked. “Thank you for asking, sweetie. Sadly, that’s a surprise until the end of the week. Trust me, it’s worth being good this week.” He grinned at all of us, before turning and walking behind his desk. “Now… let’s start with colouring. I want to see how good you all are!” Day 2 Okay… so I know I skipped a bit there, but I don’t know what it was, maybe it was the hypnosis or something, but yesterday passed so quickly, it all feels like a bit of a blur. I remember… colouring lots? We had a baby bottle… we got fed in highchairs… I… It was hard to remember exactly. Like… it wasn’t like it was last week where I don’t remember anything, it was… more that I was so engrossed in the act I didn’t realise how quickly the day passed by. I know I ended up having a one on one with Alice instead of the Headmistress. Something about her having to deal with something important. I was told I’d see the Headmistress in a few days. The one on one was mostly asking how much I’m enjoying everything, testing my basic skills like maths and spelling, that kind of thing. I think it’s just a way to make sure I’m making progress. I assume that’s what we had the previous week, but we were too out of it to know or remember anything, of course. But yes, Day 2… we played outside… but… not? It looked like a big outdoor playground… but the sky… the grass… the light… Everything was artificial, we were still very much indoors. Sarah and I had been paired with a girl called Susie and her nursery-mate Claire, and we were the Red team. And currently… we were in first place. I’m not sure how the scoring system worked, but we all just played along regardless. We weren’t trying to win, we just didn’t want to end up last, as we really didn’t want to know what last place would earn us. We played tig (or tag, or whatever you want to call it these days), we went down the slides, swung on the swings, and… just generally acted like babies. Problem is… we were still very much babies at this point, not toddlers. This would have been a lot easier, and more fun, if we were toddlers. Instead, we had Nannies come in and help us down the slides, we had to crawl around to play tig, and every couple of hours one of us would be taken off for a bit whilst they had their nappy changed. It was really weird not being able to tell when I have pissed myself or not… but if I said it didn’t feel good… I’d be lying. Again, most of this felt like a blur, we kinda just… lost ourselves in the moment, so the whole day just… disappeared. I remember nursing again in the evening, and getting another one on one with Alice. She said I was making excellent progress… which made my tummy flutter for some reason. I will admit, I loved snuggling with Sarah in our crib in the evening. When everything was silent, and we were alone… if you ignored the enormous nappies between our legs, it felt… normal. As if we weren’t kidnapped prisoners in some freaky underground complex who were going to be sold to rich clients. Sarah seemed… I don’t know. It felt like maybe she had feelings for me. The way she got close in the evenings, the way she snuggles up to me, the way… she smiles at me. She’d always blush whenever she looked into my eyes… It was adorable, and also heartbreaking. Because unless we found a way out… we’d just be turned into big babies and sold off… never to see each other again. Day 3 Nursing was getting easier to accept for Sarah and I now. Which made it less awkward when we were told breakfast today was… milk, again. So after Sarah and I nursed Alice's breasts, we were dressed in the usual babyish onesies that we had been wearing the past couple of days and placed in the stroller for another day of play in the playroom. This was very much like the previous two days, with more emphasis on playing in the playroom, though more of the group from the middle joined us in playing this time. I’d say about half of our whole class were playing along, acting babyish and… having fun. Like… this wasn’t that bad if you ignored the whole ‘kidnapped and sold’ part. We got to play and have fun, we didn’t have to worry about anything… even the bathroom. Around lunchtime we were taken away one at time to be changed, as we all had messy nappies apparently, though none of us could tell. I mean we couldn’t even smell it! It must be something to do with the treatment they’re giving us. Once everyone was changed into clean, really thick, babyish nappies, we were sat in highchairs two at a time so the others could watch, and fed pureed baby food. It wasn’t bad… the texture was a bit… bleh… but the taste was okay at least. And yeah, today was just the same as yesterday… it just seemed to pass really quickly. Had the same one on one with Alice in that same room that we had to go out of the playroom for, which was boring and I gave pretty much the same answers, before returning to the playpen. I asked Sarah what hers was like and she pretty much had the same thing I did apparently. Day 4 This week seemed to fly by. We were well ahead in points, and honestly… I don’t know what could make us lose at this point. I felt bad for the group of three girls and one guy who was dressed in girly stuff, as they were dead last, and so they’d most likely receive whatever this punishment or forfeit or whatever it was. Nursing, messy nappies being changed, fed mush in highchairs… it was all the same. Today’s lesson though… that was something different. We all sat in a circle on the floor, in the classroom, facing inwards towards each other. All the desks and chairs had been moved away and stacked up in the corner, and Mr Smith walked around the circle, sinisterly. “Today class… is all about humiliation.” He said, loud enough so everyone could hear him. “WHA?” was the overall reaction from most of the class, who already sat there in thick nappies (some of which were wet and/or messy) and babyish outfits. “How can we get more humiliated than this?” Brian asked the question that must be on most of our minds. “Oh Brian… let me show you. Sit in the centre, please.” Mr Smith asked, though it sounded more like an order than a request. Brian slowly climbed to his hands and knees and crawled into the centre of the room, before sitting down with a bit of a plop onto his thickly padded backside. “Wha now?” He said with a slight babyish lisp. “As babies, especially adult babies, you will be subjected to all sorts by your new Mummies and Daddies. A lot of it will be humiliating. I’m not going to sugar coat it, some of you would shut down without help from hypnosis. So… I’ll be using that, along with some techniques I’ve developed, to help you accept even the most humiliating acts. I mean after all… you’re only babies. Babies don’t get embarrassed. So… let’s start with Brian, shall we?” Brian looked around, nervously. Stopping and looking me in the eyes, it was like he was begging me to help him, but there was nothing I could do for him. “Brian… Baby Brian… happy time.” Mr Smith said with a clear voice. Brian’s expression quickly changed. His face turned… dumber? Lifting himself up slightly, just an inch off the floor… he proceeded to grunt and clench his whole body. And a few seconds later, a disgusting sound filled the room as he filled his nappy. “Doesn’t that feel better, baby Brian?” Brian sat down with the same plop as before, though this time the mess in his nappy must have made that even more disgusting. “Do you like that? Playing in your messy nappy?” Mr Smith continued the teasing. Brian started clapping in response and drooling, bouncing up and down on the spot. “Why don’t you show us how happy that makes you feel?” Mr Smith said, before throwing a large stuffed bear into the circle next to Brian. “Now class… the important thing here is… Brian is fully conscious right now. He’s fully aware of his actions… he’s just not in control. Thanks to the hypnotic training you’ve all been through, I can make you do whatever I want, whilst making you watch helplessly from the back of your mind.” “That… that’s horrible!” Sarah said, a bit too loudly. “Sarah… Baby Sarah… happy time.” Sarah’s face dropped suddenly, becoming more like Brian’s. And just like Brian… she lifted her butt up and proceeded to mess herself audibly for the whole room to hear. “No more interruptions. Got that class?” Mr Smith announced. Everyone instantly looked terrified and shut their mouths in fear. “Now… Baby Brian? Ignore that stuffed bear. You and Baby Sarah can show each other how much you enjoy being messy little babies.” Both regressed adults nodded as Sarah crawled over to Brian and sat down, before Brian pushed her back and clambered onto her. And to everyone’s disgust, they started grinding their messy nappies against each other, moaning as they pleasured themselves in front of everyone. “I know Baby Brian hasn’t been playing along with the class much, so that’s why I picked him out first. Sarah was just a naughty little girl who interrupted. Now… I think you all need to follow their example. Class…” Everyone’s eyes widened in fear as Mr Smith’s grin grew. “Happy…” Before he could finish his command, a knock on the door rang through the classroom. We all turned to see who had saved us at the last second. Well… everyone but Sarah and Brian, who were still rubbing their nappies together and moaning. The door to the classroom opened to reveal the Headmistress, standing there, looking as gorgeous as ever. “Headmistress… I’m honoured to have you observe this class, whatever can I help you with?” Mr Smith asked her. “Oh wow… Those two are having a lot of fun!” The Headmistress said, pointing at my friend and Brian rubbing nappies. “Looks like I arrived at the worst time.” “I was just about to set the whole class off to have fun like that.” “Well as enjoyable as that would be, I need to take little Judy here for her one on one session with me.” “Now?” Mr Smith sounded disappointed. But the Headmistress put on her most stern face in response. “You know why.” She growled. “Yes, Headmistress.” Smith replied, defeated. Walking over to me, her high heels muffled by the carpeted floor, she bent down and lifted me up with no effort and stood up straight, holding me in her arms. My legs naturally wrapped themselves around her waist. “Judy… cover your ears.” She ordered. And so I did exactly that. Shoving my fingers in my ears, I wasn’t going to waste this opportunity to get out of this weird stuff. Now I couldn’t hear a thing, but the Headmistress’ lips moved as said something and suddenly all the class stared off into space before following our two horny classmate’s example, filling their nappies and drooling onto the carpet. The Headmistress pulled my hands away from my ears before smiling at me. “Let’s go talk whilst they have their fun, shall we, precious?” ========================================================= Oops! I forgot to update the title on Sunday, so if you missed that, sorry! I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the next four chapters are available on my Patreon which can be found here if you go for the second tier. New chapters of LETO Syndicate every Wednesday/Sunday! 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I guess we'll just have to wait and see 😊😈 Mysterious threats? Me? Nooooooo! 😈 But seriously, I'm happy you like them 😊 We don't know what happened last week... she could have fed her in that newborn week. And thanks! 😊 Ooooooh I love your thinking! And believe me... whilst writing this I did have plans to link it to a certain dimension of tall people... But here's my confirmation: this story has nothing to do with the diaper dimension, sorry. Normally I'd let theories run wild and be really vague, but I'm trying different universes and don't just wanna limit myself to DD stories. This is purely a normal, average world, albeit one with a super secret organisation that has advanced tech to be able to pull all this off. No link to my multiverse series, no DD link. Just a separate story by itself. Yeah sorry, no multiversal shenanigans 😋 (though like I've said before, it's different from others in this genre).

Chapter 8: Baby Week The LETO Syndicate – LittleFallenPrincess Time passed pretty quickly for us as we played with the toys, but it seemingly felt like an eternity for those sitting in the middle of the room just watching their regressed selves on the screen. I knew because as the other Nannies picked up their charges and placed them in their strollers, I could hear the others complain. This happened with every pair, except the ones who followed our example and played with the toys, who talked a little bit about actually having fun, which… clearly scared Sarah, as her ears twitched when she heard them talk about their playtime. Maybe she enjoyed it too? I mean… I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it… “Right you two…” Alice said, hovering over the edge of the playpen, talking to the only two remaining people in this enormous playpen. “Guess we better go… get dinner…” Sarah said, blushing. “I guess so…” I replied. I took the initiative and crawled over to Alice, who picked me up and placed me gently in the stroller waiting for us. Sarah followed close behind and was placed next to me once I was secured. “You two were very good today. You, and those other two babies, will get treats for playing along.” Alice praised us. “Treats?” Sarah perked up at the sound of a reward. “Do we not have to…” “You still need your dinner. But you’ll also get some yummy dessert as a reward for being such good babies.” “Oh… yay.” Sarah said with the least excited voice she could muster. “But I think we need to get you both changed as soon as we get back.” “Changed?” Sarah asked, confused. “You’re both soaked, I should have changed you a while ago but you looked like you were having so much fun!” Sarah and I looked down in shock, seeing our nappies visibly soaked. The print on the front had faded, and it was clearly darker now and much thicker. “How did we not notice?” I asked. “You’ve been like this the past week. You lost all control when you got that injection last week. You no longer control or notice when you need to go wee wee and poopies!” Alice said in a chipper tone. Upon returning to our nursery, Alice placed us on the floor in the centre of the room, before putting the stroller back into the hole in the wall. We sat there patiently, waiting for the freakishly strong woman to come back and change… our nappies. I pressed at my squishy nappy. Then I pressed at it again. And again. And I quickly found I didn’t hate the feeling. It was a bit cold now, which wasn’t as enjoyable… but the thickness and the squishiness… still was. Looking up, I saw Sarah doing very much the same thing, though with a much less interested face. If the look on her face was anything to go by, she was not enjoying being wet. “Right… Sarah first.” Alice announced, lifting the poor girl into the air effortlessly. Once we were both changed into clean, dry nappies, we were placed in the crib. When Alice was ready, she lifted me out of the crib first and carried me over to the chair in the corner, a large, very comfortable-looking chair that was big enough for both of us. At least… big enough if I lay on her lap… I knew what was coming now, and I had mixed feelings about the whole thing. As any normal adult, I should be fighting and feeling disgusted at the thought of nursing from another woman’s breasts. But I was starving at this point, my stomach was rumbling, and I was sure we would be given no other options for food. And as Alice sat down, laying me on her lap with my head leaning back into her arm, I looked over at Sarah. I had to show her it wasn’t that bad. I need her to stay strong, and for that, she has to give in to a few things that we may not like. If she breaks apart this early… There's no hope for her. Which would not end well for me if my only ally has a breakdown. So I turned my head back to Alice, who undid the buttons on her blouse, revealing her large breasts to the two of us infantilised adults. “Are you going to be a good girl for me? No biting…” She warned. I nodded. “Y… Yes.” I replied, looking at her face, which looked… judgey. As if… OH! “Yes Nanny…” I quickly corrected myself. “Good girl. See Sarah, your sister is a good little baby. Remember that when it’s your turn.” Alice said to Sarah, who was still sitting in the crib, no doubt watching what was about to happen to me. Alice pulled me closer to her breast, closer and closer… until my lips wrapped around her nipple. I started suckling instinctively, like this was a normal, everyday occurrence for me, and milk flowed into my mouth. It tasted… sweet. It wasn’t a horrible taste… but it wasn’t one I was familiar with. So it took a little while to get used to it, but after that it didn’t bother me. I just suckled and suckled, letting my tummy get more and more full, ignoring the humiliation this should be causing me. “Such a good girl.” Alice repeated, making my insides feel funny again. Once I was done, I felt a bit groggy… it was so relaxing and soothing that I very nearly fell asleep in her arms as I suckled at her breast. “Come on, baby girl. Let’s get your sister fed now.” Alice said, getting to her feet somehow with me still cradled in her arms. I felt too comfortable and relaxed to move or struggle or anything as she carried me over to the crib and laid me down next to my ‘sister’. “What… what did you give her?” Sarah asked suspiciously, as she looked at me then back at Alice. “Natural milk. No additives. Promise.” Alice told her. “Seriously Sarah… it’s ok. I know it’s weird… but you can’t go hungry. And hey, it’s relaxing.” I whispered, trying to reassure her. “I… I…” Sarah suddenly went quiet. She just slumped her shoulders in defeat and allowed the strong Nanny to lift her up, carry her over to the chair and place her in the same position I was in only moments ago. “Such a good little girl. Now just relax. I pinky promise there are no additives, I’ve not taken anything. It’s just relaxing. It may have a little to do with the past week’s regression, but there are no drugs or tricks here. Now drink up.” Revealing her other breast to the wary girl in her arms, Sarah took a second before taking a deep breath and nervously edging her face closer to our Nanny’s breast. Just like me, it took a few moments before she finally settled and relaxed, her body becoming less tense as she nursed from the woman. I watched intently from the crib, whilst laying on my back with my head on the soft pillow, happy in the thought that Sarah wasn’t exactly hating it. I don’t like her being upset, and whilst I know she doesn’t want any of this treatment, (I mean… who would?) she is at least herself right now, and she’s still got some fight left in her. She just needs to save that for now. Okay so Week One was pretty much non-existent for us. We were hypnotised so heavily that we have no memory of what happened. Newborn status is… boring. Though apparently if we are to be newborns after all this, we’d still retain our adult mind somewhat. Which is definitely not something I’d ever want. Week two… week two was the one that made me most nervous. Especially with Sarah here with me, she was very fragile and I had to be really careful. I couldn’t put stress or panic on her, but at the same time I needed to keep her from giving in and just letting them regress her with no fight. I had to stay strong. I can do this. So… that last night of the ‘Newborn Week’, after Sarah was breastfed by our Nanny, Alice, we were laid in the crib and left alone with the nightlight on in the corner of the room. I think we both intended to talk about the day’s events, maybe even about the week that we didn’t remember anything of… but our tummies were so full at this point, and our bodies got really tired really quickly. I did wonder, before I fell asleep, was that conditioning from the previous week’s training as newborns? Newborns sleep a lot… so maybe we still need lots of sleep even after the Newborn week is up? Sadly I didn’t get to discuss this theory with Sarah, as she quickly fell asleep as I was talking about Brian and the others. Giving up, I lay back and let the tiredness win over as I drifted off to sleep myself. The following morning was very much the same as last week’s ‘processing’. Alice got us ready a bit later than usual, rushed us to the Nurse’s room, and laid Sarah down on the examination table, strapping her down securely. This time, we were dressed in onesies instead of footed sleepers or ridiculously babyish dresses, and Sarah also had a pair of shortalls over hers. Whilst both of our onesies were fruit themed for some reason… mine had little pictures of apples over it, whilst Sarah’s had little pictures of strawberries with matching pink shortalls over it. They were weird designs I guess… but they looked cute. Sarah looked over at me, panic in her eyes as the Nurse pulled out the familiar syringe and jabbed the poor girl in the thigh. She squeaked a bit, before quickly relaxing. “Now, little one… you should still retain your adult mind after this full treatment. You also won’t be as limited in movement as you were when you were newborns, but you will have some reduced coordination. I mean… you’re babies after all! So you’ll be able to crawl, if you try hard enough maybe you could even waddle… with a bit of help. You’ll also find your speech will be altered. And your senses in general. You’ll have your adult mind, but you’ll… oh why ruin the fun, let me finish up and you can see what it does!” The Nurse said, taking that weird screen and holding it over Sarah’s face. A quick blue flash… and I worried Sarah was gone again. Because seconds later, once the screen was removed and placed aside, Sarah giggled. “Sarah? Are you still… you?” I asked. Together, the Nurse and Alice unstrapped Sarah from the examination table, allowing the poor girl to sit up and turn around on the table, letting her legs dangle off the edge of it. “Judy?” Sarah said, sounding very much like her normal self. Though something was off. It was only minor, but I could tell something was different. “Are you still in there? Are you in control?” I asked from the stroller by the side of the room. “I fink so…” Sarah quickly put her hands to her mouth in shock. “Eeek!” “What the…?” I asked, in shock myself. “D’aww! She sounds adorable!” The Nurse fawned over the poor girl. “Wha… wha you do to me?” Sarah asked the Nurse. “Your speech patterns have been altered. You’ll speak more babyish. You’ll also get as excited as a baby, but also as upset as one too. So expect squealing but also lots of crying.” The Nurse explained. “You’re still you, but… a better, more babyish you!” “You’ll also enjoy playing more, and you’ll find you probably have an oral fixation.” Alice added. “WHA?” Sarah exclaimed. Quickly reaching into a pocket in her dress, Alice pulled out a dummy and placed it into the girl’s mouth. Watching closely… I saw that Sarah was trying to spit it out… but some invisible force was preventing her from doing so. “Can… can she not remove…” “Not unless I take it out. If she puts it in herself, which she’ll want to regularly, she can take it out, but if a grownup puts a dummy in her mouth… she can’t take it out herself. And don’t think you can ask Judy for help, Sarah, she’ll be unable to take it out for you at all, whether or not you put it in yourself. We don’t even need those restrictive dummies anymore!” Alice said, smiling at me, making my insides feel weird. Sarah started sniffling. I could tell she was not far off a full-blown babyish cry, and thankfully Alice noticed it too as she picked the poor, padded girl up into her arms, Sarah’s legs wrapping around our Nanny’s waist and her head nestling in Alice’s shoulder. Alice started bouncing and shushing the crying adult baby, reassuring her that it’s going to be okay. And gradually, within moments… Sarah started to calm down. “Now sweetie… do you want to go get strapped all comfy in your stroller? That way your sister can get the same fun treatment and you can go play!” “PLAY!” Sarah yelled in excitement, quickly retracting herself and covering her mouth in shock. “Thought so, let’s go get you in then sweetie…” It was now my turn. Alice had strapped Sarah in the stroller and given her a little toy rattle to keep her occupied and quiet… which seemed to work, surprisingly. Sarah was mesmerised by that stupid little baby toy as I was strapped down, my heart racing as I saw the syringe again. “Be still… it’ll just take a second, okay sweetpea?” I nodded and braced myself. A quick jab, and before I could react, a screen was held over my eyes. A blue flash… and everything felt… not exactly better, but not exactly worse. But it definitely didn’t feel the same as just a few moments ago. It all felt… different. Like… I was still me. I could tell, my thoughts were the same… I think… as I stared up at the ceiling lights. Last time, it was as if I was asleep. This time, I’m wide awake, but at the same time… not? It was weird. “Are you okay, poppet?” I heard a familiar voice, one I hadn’t heard in like… a week. “Headmistress! Glad you could join us. We just gave the treatment to Judy. She’s reacting well.” The Nurse explained. ‘Headmistress?’ I was unstrapped and helped to a sitting position as my head started clearing and my vision returned to normal. Looking over to the end of the table, I saw the Headmistress… looking as gorgeous as the last time I saw her, just… standing there… smiling at me. “So she’s okay? Everything going great?” The Headmistress asked our Nanny and the Nurse. “Absolutely!” Alice responded. “You know how much she is worth. To me. To this institute. If anything happens to her…” The Headmistress warned. “Yes Headmistress, we both understand.” Alice grovelled. “Good. Now, remember, I want one-on-ones twice this week instead of every day like last week. You’ll bring Judy to me in the afternoon, and you’ll take Sarah and perform hers yourself, understood?” “Yes Ma’am.” Alice responded, bowing slightly to the more-dominant woman. “Good. See you later then, sweetiepie!” The Headmistress said, winking at me, before leaving, her high heels clacking against the tiled floor as she left. “Wh… Why she so interested in Judy?” Sarah asked in a slightly babyish lisp once it was clear the Headmistress had left and was out of earshot. “Because Judy here is a special little intake. The Headmistress has big plans for this little one, sweetie.” Alice answered, smiling and ruffling my hair. “She… special?” “Oh yes. Some people who invested a lot into this institute get… requests… and special treatment. If they want a particular person or want something special done to their adoptee, the Headmistress wants to accommodate their requests as best as possible. And as this is the first official run of this complex, there are a few littles who have been specially requested or set aside for particular clients.” The Nurse replied, winking at me. Sarah looked really nervous, but she looked more worried for me than anything, as Nanny Alice popped a dummy into my mouth and lifted me up into the air, carrying me over to the stroller. I wasn’t sure what to feel or think right now, I was struggling to process anything. It was like all my emotions, both good and bad, had been turned up 500%. So to drown it out, I focused entirely on the dummy on my mouth, feeling the pleasure of suckling as I was strapped into the stroller and we were pushed out of the Nurse’s room, with the Nurse smiling and waving goodbye to the two of us. ========================================================= I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! 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I don't *like* to. I'm just good at it :3 Plus a bunch of you lot love it. ...and maaaaybe I'm like a tiny bit evil. There's a reason why my OC is a demon :3 Honestly writing from a newborn perspective is boooooooooring! Like all they do is poop, sleep, eat. They barely do anything. Much more humiliating and fun if we skip that and watch the highlights *wiggles happily* It what I do best. Warm and fuzzy feelings for everyone!!!!! I think a bunch of you will looove the baby phase. 😊

Chapter 7: Catching Up The LETO Syndicate – LittleFallenPrincess “You recorded… everything?” I asked, on behalf of myself and for Sarah, who was still silenced by her dummy. “Oh yes. And your recordings will be played for the remainder of the day as you socialise in the playroom.” It was then that it hit us both, at the same time apparently. “Playroom?” We asked in sync, although due to the dummy, Sarah’s words were more mumbles than actual words. “Oh yes! You’ll spend the rest of the day in the playroom with the other babies. You can socialise and talk and get to know your fellow babies. And you’ll all get to see what you got up to in the past week of your regression!” The Nurse said, excitedly. “So…” “Oh it’s going to be so much fun! You better get them to the playroom so they don’t miss out, we’ve still got a few more pairs to revert.” The Nurse told Alice, who nodded and picked up Sarah from the table effortlessly, carrying her over to the stroller and placing her down, strapping her in. Sarah turned to me with fear in her eyes as her face turned red. ‘Just… just what did we do this past week?’ I thought to myself as Alice waved goodbye to the Nurse and pushed us out of the room. Wandering the bare, clinical halls for a few minutes, whilst strapped securely in the stroller and at the mercy of our ‘Nanny’, we headed to an area of the complex that we had never visited before. Or at least we had no memory of. Alice had said ‘playroom’, so I assume we went there when we were fully regressed at some point, so maybe flashes of memory will come back when I see the place? Or maybe it’s just completely blank still. We quickly reached a large double door, when suddenly another Nanny walked through, holding an infantilised victim in her arms. The Nanny looked just like Alice… very prim, proper, and dressed in exactly the same uniform. The adult baby in her arms was crying into her shoulder, wearing nothing but a nappy, with her large boobs clearly on full display. “Oh dear… what happened?” Alice asked the other Nanny. “Oh Alice, thank god you’re here. We need another Nanny in there to keep watch. This little one was being a brat, so she got some knee-time, and now I’m going to go put her in her crib for an early bedtime.” The other Nanny replied. “Uh oh. Spoiling what little adult time you have… silly baby.” Alice replied, tutting and shaking her head in disappointment. “You go sort her out, I’ll keep an eye out in there. I was going to anyway, I need to keep an eye on these two little tykes.” “Oh yeah… you got her didn’t you?” Sarah and I looked at each other in confusion. She pointed at me, I pointed at her. And before we could delve deeper into what the Nanny was talking about, the Nanny said something else and rushed off down the corridor with the crying adult in her arms. “Come on then, in we go!” Alice said. As the doors opened… a large, multicolour playspace slowly revealed itself to us. This room… this one room was as big as the theatre hall where we had our introduction to the complex. But it was a lot more flat, with a huge waist-high plastic gate in multiple colours circling the whole room, leaving only a couple of feet around the outside between the playpen and the walls. A couple of doors in the back had baby changing facility signs, so that was clearly where they’d take us when… you know… that… happens. The walls looked like they were ripped from an actual daycare. Lots of childish prints and designs covered the four walls of this square room. Outside the enormous playpen was the same clinical flooring as the corridors, but the inside… that was covered in that cute foam mat stuff that interlock together and sometimes have cute patterns on them. And then as I looked into the playpen… I saw so many toys it would make any actual baby jealous. Large stuffed toys as big as a normal sized person, enormous soft blocks, jigsaws, dolls and their dollhouses, action figures… whatever you could want as a child was probably here, in a much more suitable size for an adult. There was even one of those plastic playhouses in the corner, and again, large enough to fit multiple adults. We pulled up alongside the edge of the playpen and Alice quickly unclipped us from the stroller, lifting us up into the air one at a time, placing us gently in the playpen, before pushing the stroller off to the side of the room, leaving us alone in the large, childish prison. Sarah looked at me, then looked into the centre of the room with a confused look on her face. That’s when my attention was drawn to a little pool of people sitting directly in the middle of the playpen, all huddled together, some holding each other's arms. All were wearing various colours and styles of baby clothing, and all of them looked just as padded as Sarah and I. “What…” I was about to ask what was going on, but something from behind distracted me. Alice appeared behind us, bending over the playpen fence and grabbing the dummy in Sarah’s mouth. Releasing it, she pulled it away and placed it in her pocket. “Right, be good you two. I’ll be over in the corner if you need me. Go have fun with your new friends!” She said, smiling down at us. And with that… Alice disappeared. Sarah took this opportunity to wave to me, signalling for me to follow her. However, the large nappies around our waists made it hard to stand, so we dropped to our knees and crawled over to the group in the middle of the room. “Umm… hi?” Sarah introduced herself to the group, nervously. There was a collective wave of ‘Hello’s and ‘Hi’s, but none of them turned to actually greet us. “What are you all…” Before I could turn to see what they were all looking at, I saw Sarah’s face drop. She looked mortified. So I quickly turned to see what she was looking at… and my heart sunk. A large screen on the wall outside of the playpen was playing a movie. But not just any movie, not just some dumb kiddy show or film… no, this is what they were talking about before. It was a movie showing… us. Not just Sarah and I, but also the other infantilised adults who sat next to us. Currently on screen was the blonde girl who was sitting next to Sarah. She was rolling about in one of those large baby bouncers, you know the ones… the ones that leant back and you’d lay a baby in. Similar to those baby car seats we arrived in. Sort of like a baby… hammock? I guess? But anyway, she was drooling, sucking on her hand… and grunting. I looked back at the blonde girl who looked just as mortified as Sarah did, and was currently hiding her face in another girl’s shoulder. “So this is…” I began to ask. “This is what we did when they brainwashed us.” A large-ish guy in a blue romper answered. “Have… have we been on it yet?” Sarah asked him. “You were in the background a couple of times. No focused moments though. Give it time. Oh… it’s nice to meet you by the way, I’m Brian.” He said, with a friendly face. “I’m Judy, this is Sarah. Nice to meet you too. So… do…?” I was quickly cut off by Brian, before I could ask him anything. “I’ll save you some time. No one knows anything here. We all got taken in various parts of the country, by various methods. We don’t remember anything about getting here, only that we woke up on the bus and now we’re being treated like babies.” “Oh…” “Sorry, didn’t want to sound harsh… just that… we’ve had this conversation with every pair that has come in. All whilst watching this fucked up video of us acting like fucking newborn babies. I think we’re still due a couple more pairs, but yeah…” “Don’t worry about it. I’d get annoyed answering it repeatedly. Thanks though.” I replied. “Don’t mention it.” “So… any…” Sarah was about to ask something before Brian cut her off. “Plans about escape? Yup, been through that too, and I can safely say… no. We’re all just normal people. We wouldn’t even know how to escape this prison. This well-guarded prison.” “Fair enough.” Sarah looked away, defeated. “So… umm… sorry, I don’t know what to talk about.” I said, shrugging my shoulders awkwardly. “Don’t worry about it. We’re all the same. Even my ‘nursery-mate’ and I don’t talk much. I mean… what is there to say when we’re all being forcefully regressed against our will?” Brian said, shrugging his. I felt a sudden tug on my arm. “I guess so. Umm… What about you before you got taken? Who were you?” I asked. “I worked in a bank. I’ve got a husband who is probably worried sick that I’ve just suddenly disappeared.” Brian said, as a tear formed in the corner of his eye. “I’m sorry…” I felt another tug. So this time, I looked to the source of the tug and saw it was Sarah, who was sitting next to me, but her eyes were transfixed on something to the side… whilst her face was completely mortified. Following her line of sight… I looked towards the large screen on the wall and my heart sank. It was me. On the screen. Snuggled up to Sarah, my face resting against hers in our crib, with a very full, wet nappy wrapped around my waist, my thumb in my mouth and my leg wrapped over her. It looked so… intimate. I looked back to Sarah sitting next to me and noticed her face was bright red, and she was squeezing my arm tighter than before. Turning back to the screen, I saw ‘regressed-me’ shuffle about a bit before removing my thumb from my mouth… and quickly planting a kiss on Sarah’s cheek. It then quickly cut to a classroom shot where we all lay in bouncers facing the front. The room looked like any preschool classroom, lots of colourful and educational posters, bright colourful chairs, soft flooring, even an old school blackboard. “You two… looked close.” Brian commented with a smile on his face. “I… umm…” Sarah looked at the floor “Yeah, I mean… we were regressed…” I added. “You sure about that?” Brian nodded towards Sarah’s hand… that was still wrapped around my arm. In response to this, she quickly let go and looked away. “So… what do we do now? Just watch ourselves on the screen?” I asked Brian, trying to dodge the question. “I mean, there are toys, though we’re all too proud to give in and play with them. I think we’re all hoping that if we retain even just a scrap of our adult selves, we can get through this relatively intact. Personally… I don’t see this ending well for any of us. These people who took us are well-funded, well-organised and sadistic. The only way we’ll get through this is if someone manages to escape and get help. If the cops aren’t on their payroll that is.” Brian talked with a lot of confidence and reason, especially for someone who just works in a bank. “You seem to know what you’re talking about, and like you’ve taken charge.” I commented. “I guess I have. Not through my choice though, we weren’t here much longer than you, maybe an hour at most, maybe two. Time is… hard to track here with no windows or natural light. But yes, when we first arrived after the week as newborns, people were panicking, especially when the screen turned on and showed us what had happened to us in the past week. I just… naturally took over.” “I’m glad they have you taking control, they look a lot calmer than I bet they feel.” “I don’t know how much I’m helping, but as long as we can keep it together… we may have a chance.” “I hope so.” Sarah chimed in. I smiled at her and she smiled back at me, albeit weakly. Like she was… nervous about looking at me? “Fuck this. I’m not going to sit here, watching myself regressed on the screen and descending into despair. If they want us to act like kids…” I said, climbing to my hands and knees and crawling off to an empty part of the playpen. “What are you…” Sarah quickly climbed to her hands and knees, following close behind. Crawling over to the blocks in the corner, I plopped my padded butt down and picked up a few bricks, stacking them up on top of each other. “Are you serious? You’re actually going to play?” Sarah looked at me, confused. “It’s better than watching that sadistic home movie. May as well keep ourselves occupied.” I responded. “I… guess…” Before she could finish that sentence, we heard something from the screen that drew our attention. “Awww, look! Little Sarah has gone poopies in her nappy just like her little girlfriend! I think she enjoys it just as much as Judy!” The voice of Alice rang through the play room as we looked to the screen to see me and Sarah lay on our backs in clearly messy nappies, holding on to each other’s hands. “Yeah I think blocks are a good idea…” Sarah said, sitting down with her face away from the screen and picking up blocks. We rotated around the toys for the remainder of the afternoon. And aside from maybe one or two others who joined in, most were still stuck in the middle of the playpen, refusing to give in. Sarah seemed to let go of her anxiety and fear a little as she played in the ballpit, played with the blocks, did some colouring in… it all provided a good distraction for her, thankfully. She even smiled a few times, which… made my insides feel funny. It wasn’t long after we went to go play with toys that another couple were brought in and Brian gave them the same introduction as we received, then about 20 minutes another couple joined… and then that was it. It looked to be the same amount of people as were on the bus, so no one was missing at least, except that one who earned a timeout. They all stayed huddled together though, except for me, Sarah and two other girls who spent most of the time in the ballpit. We carried on for the rest of the afternoon, before Alice walked over to the edge of the playpen, cleared her throat and looked over us. “Little ones?” She said loudly, so we could all hear her. Sarah put down her pencils, the littles in the middle huddled together, and the two in the ballpit sat up and looked at our Nanny. “You’ve got another 30 minutes, then your Nannies will come to collect you. You’ve got a busy day tomorrow with your next stage, and you still need feeding.” “Feeding… but… wait… what have we been eating this past week? I don’t remember eating anything while we’ve been here.” Sarah asked. And as if by pure coincidence… or because they orchestrated it this way… a video of Brian came up on the screen. He was completely regressed, like we all were… but he was lying on his back, in his Nanny’s arms. His face was covered, nestled against his Nanny’s rather large breasts, and he was motionless, aside from a little movement of his head. “What… What’s Brian doing?” One of the ones in the centre of the room asked. “Oh god… he’s nursing! Look! Her top is down! Is that what they’ve been feeding us all week? FUCKING BREAST MILK?” Another yelled out, causing a bit of a panic. They all started spreading out in fear, as they quickly realised just what they had been feeding from all week, and what they probably intended to feed us with tonight. I turned to Sarah, who looked like she had completely shut down. Her face was frozen, completely in shock. “Sarah… you okay?” I asked. “I… that… is that… how we fed this past week?” She asked, mortified. “I… think so.” “And we are expected to…” “Probably tonight. And the next week… babies still nurse…” “Oh god…” “Look, it’s just milk, right?” I said, trying to rationalise this… and prevent Sarah from going into a full-blown panic. “But it… it’s Alice’s…” “I know, it’s disgusting and weird… but maybe it doesn’t taste so bad? I mean, babies like it! So there must be something good about it…” “You’re accepting this awfully easily…” She commented. “Believe me, I’m not. I just don’t want you to panic or worry.” “But… why?” She asked me. “Because we’re sticking together, right?” I said, reaching out and grabbing her hand, squeezing it. “I… yeah… I guess… thanks…” She blushed, finding it hard to make eye contact with me as she gave me her cutest smile. ========================================================= I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the next four chapters are available on my Patreon which can be found here if you go for the second tier. New chapters of LETO Syndicate every Wednesday/Sunday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. But I'd appreciate it if people didn't post it elsewhere, even if you're just suggesting it to other people. If you want to show others, please send them a link to the first page of this post! Thanks!

Chapter 6: Newborns The LETO Syndicate – LittleFallenPrincess I roughly remembered the route. The one from the place we got the checkup to our ‘nursery’ that we took yesterday, so it felt familiar as we were pushed down the route in reverse. This place was a maze, but I was really good at mazes as a kid, I just have a natural talent for knowing where I am. So despite the twists and turns, I could tell we neared the final corner. And as we turned around that final corner, with the final corridor leading up to the room we were heading to, we saw… nothing. Yesterday, all the other kidnapped people were lined up against the wall, awaiting their checkups. Today… nothing. No one. “Oh no… we’re later than I thought. Better hurry…” Alice said, pushing the stroller faster. Opening the door with the front of the stroller, the bright lights of the Nurse’s room blinded me. “There you are… this isn’t good, being late on the first proper day!” Said a familiar voice, but I couldn’t put a name to a face… as I couldn’t see anything right now. “Sorry Headmistress. Their changes took a bit longer than expected.” Alice replied. ‘Ah. That’s who.’ “It’s okay, you’re not that late. The others have had their procedures. Nurse, please process Sarah, then process Judy. Alice, can you then please take them to Classroom 1-A? I’ll be along later to check in on the little cuties. Oh and don’t forget their 1-on-1’s. If you bring me Judy, I’ll do hers. Then you can take little Sarah.” “That’s later tonight, around 6, correct?” Alice asked the Headmistress. “Correct.” Replied the Headmistress. “Now, I better be going. I have work to do. See you ladies later. And have fun, cuties.” She waved at us, as we sat helplessly in the stroller. “So… why don’t we get Sarah sorted first?” The Nurse announced as the Headmistress walked over to our stroller, towards the exit, but not before stopping first and bending down, her mouth getting close to my ear. “Have fun, pumpkin. I’ll see you later…” She whispered in my ear, making my whole body shiver. And with that… she disappeared out of the Nurse’s room whilst Alice and the Nurse lifted a squirming Sarah onto the procedure table. “It’s okay, little one. It’s just one little injection and a little flash on a screen and you’ll be off to play with all the other little babies!” The Nurse said in that sickeningly sweet voice of hers. Sarah squirmed about, trying to free herself, but apparently whilst I was being distracted by the Headmistress… Alice had tied Sarah down to the table, using straps that wrapped around her waist, her wrists and her ankles. So as much as Sarah tried to get free… she was going nowhere. And it’s not like she could try and argue her way out of this, the dummy in her mouth prevented her from speaking or even spitting it out. “Sit still, baby…” Alice warned, making Sarah freeze in place whilst the Nurse quickly jabbed her with something in the thigh, pushing down on it slowly until whatever was inside the needle was all gone. “There we go! Such a good girl!” The Nurse announced, taking the needle and discarding it in the waste bin nearby. “Just one little thing to show you…” Pulling out what looked like a curved phone or tablet or something, she held it up in front of Sarah’s eyes, only an inch or two away from them, then pressed a button below her on the table. The screen of the curved device shot out an intense pink light, but from this distance I couldn’t make out what was actually on the screen. I waited for Sarah to say or do something, with bated breath, as she just lay there… motionless. “Just give it a minute…” The Nurse said, reassuring Alice. I looked around the room, nervously, trying to get my mind off what could have potentially happened to Sarah. And just when panic started setting in… I heard a bit of spitting and giggling. My eyes shot up to see Alice removing Sarah’s restraints. The poor girl just… lay there. Laying there, in her stupidly babyish outfit, giggling and drooling as she wriggled about. It looked like she had been drained of all her strength and intelligence and couldn’t even lift her limbs herself, she just sort of… flopped a bit and giggled. “There we go. Complete success.” The Nurse announced. “And this will be reversible at the end of the week?” Alice asked. “Oh yes. Well… mostly. The original personality will return, she’ll get her basic motor functions back, and she’ll be back to normal in the general sense. But the potty training will be reverted completely. She may be able to be potty trained again, but she’ll be needing her nappies well into the next stages.” “Oh good, just as planned.” Alice said, putting her arms under the poor, regressed girl, and lifting her up into her arms. Carrying her over to the stroller where I sat, she placed the floppy girl into the empty seat that awaited her, before standing up straight and looking right at me. ‘Uh oh…’ I thought to myself as Alice grinned at me and bent down, undoing the straps holding me in place and putting her enormous hands around my waist, lifting me up into the air, before pulling me closer to her body. Honestly, I still can’t get over how strong and how tall these staff were! I felt like a child in this woman’s arms! Alice smelled so good, which was a nice distraction as I was carried over to the table where my brain would be turned to mush, albeit temporarily. I wondered what this will feel like, being regressed. Is it like a demonic possession you see in movies where you’re kinda like a passenger, unable to move your body or say anything as the possessing-being takes control of everything? Or will I just wake up in a week and not remember a single thing? Or… will I remember everything? These thoughts swirled around my mind as I was carefully laid down on the examination table. They didn’t even bother with the restraints on me, they just rolled me over slightly, pulled open the flap on the back of the sleeper and jabbed me with a needle. Can’t say I was a fan of that, it stung like a bitch, but at least in a minute I won’t care about it. I’ll be as empty-headed as poor Sarah over there. “Such a good girl, no crying, no struggling. You are such a good little baby!” The Nurse said as she snapped the flap back into place. Something about that praise stirred something within me, it felt almost… good? But I didn’t even get time to focus on that as I felt the effects of whatever was in that syringe take effect almost immediately. First my legs just felt weird. Like that numb sensation when you’ve sat on them for too long. Like… I could move them, but the response was delayed and it was more of a flail than anything precise. Next came the arms with an identical feeling. It felt so weird, but I guess it wasn’t exactly bad… But then I started getting scared when I found it hard to lift my head. It wasn’t like I couldn’t move my body at all… it was just… heavy. Unwieldy. “Now for the fun part…” The Nurse announced, holding up that curved screen I saw her put over Sarah’s eyes. Placing it around my face, covering my eyes, it reminded me a bit of those VR goggles people play games with, but it was a lot more streamlined and didn’t actually attach to the head. “Stare into the screen sweetie…” I looked forward as an intense pink flash was emitted from the screen. Images of soft things, cute things… baby things… flooded my mind, and similar to how I’d normally fall asleep… everything just got slower and slower in my mind until everything went blank. … … … … … … … A sudden white flash flooded my eyes as I was quickly brought back to my surroundings. “Wai… wha?” I said as I quickly sat up, my senses overloading from the sudden wake up, my vision quickly returning and my ears picking up my surroundings. “Take it easy sweetie…” I heard Alice’s voice. “I… what… uh…” I was still trying to piece everything together so I could make sense of what was going on. I remembered… We were taken. Processed. Regressed. Oh shit! They were turning us into adult newborns! As my vision cleared, I looked into the face of the Nurse from before. “Why… why did you reverse it so soon?” I asked, confused. “We didn’t, sweetie.” Alice answered. “But I thought we were going to be stuck as newborns for a week!” I said, rubbing my eyes and looking at our ‘Nanny’, Alice. “And you were! You were such good little babies all week!” “Wait… so we were out of it for a whole week? I don’t remember anything!” I looked down to see I was no longer wearing the sleeper I came in here in. I was now wearing a frilly pink dress that was… also a onesie? “That’s supposed to happen, sweetie. But I can tell you, you spent the whole week as babbling little newborn babies. And all the training you had will have stuck in your subconscious.” “Why… why do all this if some of us are just going to be regressed to newborns and not remember anything?” “Oh those who are deemed to be newborns after the auction aren’t just given this treatment again. That would make them no different to actual babies. And our clients can adopt an actual baby easily. No, they want adult babies, meaning they want some of your original personality intact. This was to ingrain babyish behaviour and obedience within your little minds, and most importantly… how to act like a newborn. When it comes to the final treatment, whoever gets made into a newborn will have a much less effective treatment. Basically… they’ll keep some of their mind.” “That… that’s…” “Don’t worry, only a small number will probably get assigned newborn status. Most of our clients are looking for babies who are able to talk… albeit not at an adult standard. Now you’ll find you have no control over your bladder or bowels, so I’ll be checking you more often. And because it’s the end of the week, you are granted more privileges, akin to what you had when you arrived. You’ll still be treated like babies mostly, but you can talk like adults, you can chat, whatever. Now I think it’s time for Baby Sarah to wake up…” I looked over to where Alice was looking and saw Sarah giggling and drooling as she had half her hand shoved in her mouth. She looked so… empty. Like an actual newborn. She was wearing a dress nearly identical to mine, but hers was yellow. Her nappy was clearly sodden, but she didn’t care. She looked so happy and carefree… and part of me actually resented her right now. At least she didn’t feel embarrassed right now. Suddenly I felt arms underneath me as I was lifted off the table and carried over to the double stroller Sarah sat in. “In you go…” Alice said, sitting me down next to Sarah, strapping me in. My legs and arms felt similar to how they did when I went under, but at a much reduced effect. I could move them a bit more, and the feeling was returning to normal, albeit slowly. It was as Sarah was being unstrapped and lifted up that the feeling of pins and needles flooded my body. “AHHHHH!” I cried out. “It’s okay sweetie. It’s just your body returning to normal. It’ll stop in a few seconds…” The Nurse said as she grabbed a syringe, similar to the first one she used on us… a week ago apparently. Alice placed the poor regressed Sarah on the examination table. As the girl was regressed, there was no need for the straps this time. Especially if she feels like I do right now, she wouldn’t be able to fight back even if she wanted to once she’s brought back. “Right… quick pinch…” The Nurse said, jabbing the poor girl in the thigh. “And the screen, if you will, Alice?” Alice held out the curved screen and out shot a flash of white light directly into Sarah’s eyes. It took a few seconds before Sarah suddenly awoke. “WHAT THE HELL?” She yelled. Before she could yell again, Alice popped a large dummy in her mouth, effectively silencing the confused girl as she looked around to see our new outfits and the familiar Nurse’s station. “You’ve been out of it for a week. You won’t remember anything but the lessons are planted firmly in your subconscious. You’ll feel intense pins and needles in a few minutes, but that will not last long. And you’ve got the rest of the day free in the playroom as… adults… mostly.” Alice answered all the questions Sarah no doubt had, probably based on what I had asked. “So… we have today off, then tomorrow…?” I asked, trying to move things on before Sarah starts panicking more. “You have your week as babies!” The Nurse clapped, as if she was excited about it all. “And what does that entail? Another week of not remembering anything?” “Nope. You’ll be fully aware, but you’ll be exhibiting much more babyish behaviour. Part in thanks to this past week’s treatments.” “So it’s just this week we don’t remember?” “Pretty much. But don’t worry! You can see what you got up to this past week as you play in the playroom today!” Alice smiled at us. “Huh?” Sarah asked from behind her dummy. “We recorded everything. 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Chapter 5: Baby's First Day The LETO Syndicate – LittleFallenPrincess I awoke to a cold and wet feeling between my legs. And as I realised what that meant, as the events of the previous day quickly returned to me, I shot up and looked down in shock. Once the Headmistress had changed me yesterday, expertly might I add, she lay me down in the crib next to Sarah. She talked a bit with Alice, our Nanny, before walking off, smiling and waving at the two of us infantilized adults in the crib, winking at what I could only assume… was me. I was too nervous to talk to Sarah about that wink or the special focus, so I bottled it up and figured I’d wait and see if this continued. So instead, we sat in the crib, in the dark, the only light coming from a little night light plugged into the wall in the corner. Both of us with our backs resting on the crib’s headboard, sat there in nothing but our nappies, our breasts on full show. At first we both tried covering ourselves with our hands, but after a while I gave in and dropped my arms, figuring we’d be seeing each other naked a bunch. And as Sarah followed suit, I couldn’t help but admire her cute little perky breasts. I couldn’t tell if I was envious or lustful right now, so I tried focusing my attention on different parts of the room. “So…” I said, trying to break the awkward silence. I could feel the drugs making me sleepy again, but I was nervous about what tomorrow would bring, so I was hoping I could stay up as long as possible to delay the inevitable. “So…” Sarah replied. “Did you catch the game the other day?” “Huh?” “Sorry. Gallows humour. Just… I don’t know what to talk about when we’re forcibly kidnapped, shuffled off to a secret underground complex in the middle of nowhere and forcibly regressed into adult babies.” “I guess when you put it that way… the weather has been awful lately, hasn’t it?” I laughed, playing along. “It really has! I hope it gets warmer. I bet cold nappies are horrible.” “Oh one hundred percent. But I guess it's warm when you…” “No. Don’t finish that sentence!” She laughed. Her laugh was so cute, so… So infectious. I started laughing along with her. “So… I guess we better talk about it.” I said, sighing. “Talk about what? Oh… this… do we have to?” Sarah replied, sighing. “If you could pick, what age would you prefer?” I asked. “Between newborn, baby and toddler? Those are the ones they said we’d go through, right?” “Yeah.” “Depends… do I keep my mind or not?” “Let’s say… you keep fragments of it. Nice middle ground.” “Or it’s a horrifying thought… but fine, if I still have my brain… mostly… toddler. They get more freedom, right?” “I guess they do.” “What about you?” She asked. “Baby.” “Seriously?” She seemed surprised by this. “Newborn is… boring. What the hell are we going to do all week? Shit ourselves and sleep? I guess that would be an easy life… but no…” I trailed off, nervously. “What? Go on, you can tell me. It’s not like you’ll find a therapist or anyone else to talk to here.” She had a point. “Dunno… Baby sounds nice. Toddlers have to learn, that’s when you’re expected to achieve things. I guess that was the start of all my problems.” “Oh?” She asked, now sounding concerned. “Gifted kid and all that. Always expected to achieve great things. I guess the only time I wasn’t pressured to do anything… was a baby. Even as a toddler I was pressured to potty train as early as possible and learn a foreign language.” “Seriously? Your parents were like that?” Sarah asked, surprised by this. “Yeah. But as a baby… I was just… I dunno… loved? There were no expectations at that point, no pressure to achieve things, I was just supposed to look cute and have fun.” “You have a point.” “You just want to be a toddler because it means you could have a better chance at escape…” I grinned at her, the dim light of the night light in the corner illuminating her beautiful face. “You got me.” Sarah said, laughing again. “What if you never escape though?” Her laugh dropped in an instant and she started staring at the other end of the crib. “I… I can’t give up hoping that I will.” She said, straight faced. “I’m glad. And I hope you do.” “We will. We will escape. Together.” She said, grabbing my hand and squeezing it. My heart felt fluttery again. “Sorry if I don’t get my hopes up. This place seems… like a fortress.” I replied, trying not to get her hopes up. Me… I knew what would happen. There’s no escape from all this. “Then I’ll get my hopes up for the two of us.” She said, smiling at me, her beautiful eyes staring into mine. ‘And that will be your biggest downfall…’ I thought to myself, sighing. I knew this from experience, and I knew it would only end badly for the poor little optimistic girl. Don’t get your hopes up. Ever. For anything in life. After that, we started getting drowsy, so we lay down in the crib at opposite edges and eventually drifted off to sleep. And now here I was, wide awake, with a wet nappy on full display, as the beautiful girl slept peacefully beside me. Suddenly the door opened, and in the doorway, was a tall woman. It was Alice, our Nanny. “Goooood morning babies!” She said, positively beaming with happiness as she basically skipped into the nursery. Standing by our crib, she looked down. “D’aww, is the little one asleep still? Those drugs sure are powerful! And I see you’re a soggy little one this morning. Do you need a change?” She asked in a gentle, but dominant, voice. I looked up at her like a deer in headlights. “I… I…” “The drugs are very powerful indeed.” She said, winking at me. My tummy felt squirmy again as Alice reached down into the crib and grabbed me, lifting me up with no effort, and carried me over to the changing table. “I… what…” “We need that nappy changed before we take you to get your weekly modifications.” She explained. “Modifications?” I asked, nervously. “Of course, sweetie. You need some little changes made to make you newborns. Then you’ll be taken to class to meet your other classmates, and you’ll be taught to be perfect little newborn babies!” I saw Sarah stirring in the crib in the background as I was laid down on the changing table. “Wha… What happened… OH SHIT IT WASN’T A DREAM!” She cried out. “This is your one and only language warning, sweetie.” Alice warned Sarah, making the poor girl quickly put her hands on her mouth after realising she had fucked up. “S… Sorry…” Sarah squeaked. “Sorry, what?” “Sorry… Nanny…” “Better. Are you wet too?” Alice asked her. “N… no…” Sarah had to check her nappy, but I could tell when I woke up, she wasn’t wet like I was. “Seems like the drugs really do affect individuals differently. Little Judy here was a soggy widdle baby this morning! Yes she was!” As she did this, she lightly tickled my tummy whilst removing my sodden nappy, making me giggle and squeal out of instinct. “So… umm…” I mumbled, trying to distract myself from the strange woman changing my nappy. “You want to know about the modifications I mentioned?” “I… umm… yeah…” I said, and by the look on Sarah’s face, she wanted to know too. “Oh go on then… What’s the harm, you’re going to find out very soon anyway. Basically…” Whilst talking, she expertly changed me out of my wet nappy and into a thick, dry one. One a lot thicker than the one I went to bed in, I might add. “We take you to the same place you went for your checkup yesterday. The Nurse will give you a few injections, that’s all, and I’m sorry if you’re scared of needles. But that’s all it’ll be. Just a few injections.” “And… these injections… What… what do they do?” Sarah asked, squirming in place, as I was taped up into a clean nappy. “Don’t think I don’t see you squirming there. If you need to use your nappy, now is the time to do so. You’ll regret not doing it if you wait until later.” Alice told Sarah, who sighed in defeat and relaxed a bit. “I can’t believe I’m doing this… an adult… wetting a nappy that looks like it was designed for a baby…” “You’ll learn to love it very quickly, sweetie. Now… those injections you’re getting will make the lessons you learn in your classes work extra well! They allow your brain to take in messages a lot easier than if we had just put you in front of the screen. And this first course… will make a few… drastic changes.” “Drastic? How drastic?” I asked. “Well you start as newborns… so you need to lose all control of your bladder and bowels. Can’t have little newborn babies having control, can we?” Sarah’s eyes widened in shock. “They can do that?” “Oh yes. And the second major thing… you’ll lose all coordination with your body. You’ll flail, you’ll wriggle, but you won’t have any actual coordination. You also will be reduced to baby babble, you won’t be able to speak. Just like a newborn! This means that most of the next week will be me looking after you, or you napping. It also means you’re restricted to an all liquid diet…” “Speaking of food… I’m starving! We haven’t eaten since… well before we were taken!” I said, being lifted up off the changing table and placed gently beside Sarah, who was considerably more blushy now. And as I looked down to see her sodden nappy… I realised why. “That’s because the drugs in your system kept you hydrated and fed. Now that they’ve worn off… you babies are going to need breakfast. But don’t worry, I’ll feed you as soon as you’re done with your treatment, okay girls?” Alice said, smiling at us both. “Now… time for Sarah’s change, then I’ll get you dressed for your week as newborns!” Once Sarah had been changed, and we had been dressed in matching pastel pink footed sleepers and nothing else other than the massively thick nappy between our legs… Alice walked over to the side of the room. Pressing a small button in the corner, the wall opened up, revealing a wardrobe or a cupboard of some kind? I couldn’t see from this angle what was in it, but part of me was scared to know when Alice suddenly pulled out the stroller we were in yesterday. “How…” Sarah was probably about to ask how that ended up in there… but quickly realised Alice must have put it in once we had fallen asleep due to the drugs. “Now, dummies in to keep you babies quiet…” She said, taking a couple of dummies out from underneath the changing table and popping them in our mouths as we sat patiently in the crib. I mean… What else are we going to do? It’s not like we could fight or resist, Alice was much bigger and stronger than us. Even if we made it past her, the guards were even bigger. Security was everywhere, cameras and guards positioned at all important doors. I noticed them all on the way here. If Sarah wanted to escape… she’d have to pick a better time and place. Right now, it was best to just play along. I could see that Sarah’s urge to fight back was strong. Her clenched fists and her deadly gaze towards Alice as the Nanny finished setting up the stroller for us indicated so. But I couldn’t let her make it worse. It wouldn’t end up going well, for either of us. So I placed my hand around her fist and squeezed. And as she nodded at me, I looked at her, shaking my head. She rolled her eyes and sighed, nodding to me. Breathing a sigh of relief, I turned to see Alice looking down at the two of us. “Right, Judy first.” She said, picking me up and placing me in the stroller. After I was strapped in, unable to move anything but my head and arms, Alice then did the same with Sarah, strapping her in next to me. Once Sarah was strapped in, she held out her hand. So I grasped it and squeezed, trying to reassure her and remind her that we need to play along for now. “On we go then…” Alice said, backing the stroller up towards the door. Walking out the door, the corridor was empty. “Oh dear, we must be late.” Alice said, closing the door behind us and pushing us hastily towards the end of the corridor. ========================================================= I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the next four chapters are available on my Patreon which can be found here if you go for the second tier. New chapters of LETO Syndicate every Wednesday/Sunday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. But I'd appreciate it if people didn't post it elsewhere, even if you're just suggesting it to other people. If you want to show others, please send them a link to the first page of this post! Thanks!

Chapter 4: Moving in The LETO Syndicate – LittleFallenPrincess Sarah’s groans into her dummy got louder and louder as we moved slowly past the long queue of other kidnapped people, all sitting in their strollers watching us. A few more of them had those restrictive dummies in their mouth, so they had clearly tried resisting whilst we were busy in the Nurse’s office. And as Sarah got louder and started fidgeting more, I wasn’t far behind in the process, I could feel my stomach churning and pressure building up in my backside. This was not going to be good. “UNNNNF…” Sarah moaned as we got to around the halfway part of the queue. My face must have been bright red at this point, and to be fair, Sarah’s was too… though hers wasn’t due to embarrassment. Not yet anyway. She was about to release the floodgates, and I could tell she was hoping it could wait until after we had passed everyone in the long hallway. Problem was… the floodgates weren’t on the same schedule. And with one last groan, another sound echoed down the hallway, making everyone go completely silent as it filled the corridor. And sadly for Sarah, that wasn’t the only thing being filled. She lifted her butt up as much as she could as she involuntarily released her bowels into the back of these stupidly cute, thick nappies. And to really make things worse, Nanny Alice stopped and turned the stroller so that everyone could see her. Second hand embarrassment caused me to hide my face as Sarah pushed everything out into her nappy, until it was all gone and everything went silent again. That was until the other kidnapped souls decided that was hilarious, completely forgetting that they’re going to have to go through this eventually. Maybe not now, they didn’t have a strike (that I knew of anyway), but they’d have to mess themselves eventually. So they all started laughing, even the ones with the restrictive dummies in their mouths, and I felt bad for Sarah. I felt even worse knowing that that was going to be me in about 5 minutes, as I wasn’t far behind in my ‘punishment’. Hopefully we’ll be away and back to our ‘nursery’ by then so I can do it in relative privacy. And as everyone laughed, Nanny Alice turned our stroller around again and continued walking out, whilst Sarah hung her head in shame, trying to hide her face. I wanted to comfort her. I wanted to hug her and tell her it was okay. But I couldn’t. So I just sat there in my seat, trying to hold back the pressure until it was a bit safer to let go. “Number thirteen… fourteen… aha!” Alice called out as we passed door after door. The walk here was longer than I had expected, I swear the underground complex was at least twice the size of the building on the surface. After the corridor we took the elevator, and then proceeded down many corridors. This place was a maze. I bet it was designed that way so we can’t escape easily, so that we get lost if we even try to escape, reliant on our ‘Nannies’ to take us everywhere. And the entire walk… I was in pain. And poor Sarah was still in shock after messing herself in front of everyone. Trying to hold back the inevitable mess, it was now at critical levels and I was about to… ‘No… please… ahhhhhhh…’ I lost the initial skirmish, letting some of the pressure out into the back of my nappy but not all of it, just as Alice stepped in front of our parked stroller and withdrew her keycard to our nursery, stopping her in her tracks as she quickly turned to me with a smile on her face. “There we go! I was wondering when you’d be forced to give in. You lasted longer than I thought, sweetie. But that’s not a good thing. Babies need to regularly mess their nappies. It’s more healthy for you. So no holding it, okay? And just because you did, you can get changed second.” As Alice unlocked the door and opened it wide open, I was too busy with my personal emergency to look at what our new ‘nursery’ looked like. My thoughts were swirling… ‘it… ahhh… AHHH!’ With the final bit of resistance failing, I gave in and messed uncontrollably, filling the back of my nappy completely. That was it, the battle was over… I had lost. And I was too busy relieving myself to realise I had thought of these as ‘my’ nappies. But even if I did realise, I wouldn’t have cared. Not now. I just needed this relief. Pushing and pushing, it filled up the back of my nappy and I started to worry about it potentially leaking. But then that would be Alice’s job to clean up, being a Nanny and all, so as disgusting as it would be… I’d let her deal with it. “Are… are you okay?” Sarah asked from behind her dummy, putting her hand on my arm for reassurance. “I… that… was disgusting… but… thank god that’s over.” I replied, breathing heavily. “Well done, poppet!” Alice said, crouching down in front of me as I sat in the stroller in this disgusting mess. “You really are a stinky baby! Even worse than Sarah! Don’t worry, I’m not that mean, I’ll change you once I get the other Princess Poopypants changed. For now, why don’t you have a look around your nursery?” And with that… she quickly clicked the restraints that were holding us into the stroller. Freeing us. And then I realised… during my little incident, she had managed to push us inside the nursery and had locked the door behind us. As I thought I saw Sarah clench her fist, Alice looked me directly in the eyes, not even looking at my nursery-mate, and warned her, “And trying to fight back… would be ill-advised.” Sarah’s fist unclenched and Alice scooted over and put her hands under Sarah’s arms, lifting the girl up like she was weightless. Like… how strong are these Nannies? I know we’re all relatively petite people, but these staff members seemed freakishly strong. “Good choice.” Alice whispered to Sarah as she held her in her arms like you would an actual baby, bouncing her up and down. Though whilst she whispered it, she made it loud enough to make sure I heard it too. “Now, let’s go get you changed, shall we sweetie. Look at your fancy changing table!” She held the poor girl in one arm and used the other to point over to the wall at the far end, where a large changing table, one that looked like a regular baby changing table but that was big enough to fit a grown adult, stood. So whilst she took Sarah for a much needed change, I used this opportunity to look around our nursery… …From the comfort of my seat. Okay fine, I just didn’t want to move the mess in the back of my pants anymore than I already had. It was disgusting enough, I didn’t want to mush it or spread it around, so I sat still and looked around from the safety of the stroller. White walls, white crib, white… everything. No decorations, nothing. This looked more like a hospital wing for a baby, or like the world’s blandest nursery. The rug was white, the stuffed bears in the crib were white. Everything was FUCKING WHITE! “What…” “What is it, sweetpea?” Alice asked as I heard her untape Sarah’s nappy. Her body was blocking the view of what was going on at the table, thankfully, but I could still smell it… and it quickly filled the room. I gagged a bit. “I… why is it… ugh, can you get rid of that smell?” I begged. “It’ll get less offensive the more treatments you have, don’t worry. It’ll also be a lot easier to clean up. But yes, let me just…” Wiping her hands before pressing a button on a nearby control panel on the wall, I heard the noise of fans, and gradually, the smell got less and less, until it was barely noticeable. “So what did you want to ask?” She continued. “I… why is it white?” “Because you two haven’t customised it yet, silly!” “We… can customise… our nursery?” “Of course. Some people think forcing people to be babies is easy. Brainwash them, force them to do everything a baby would, and voila! A perfect baby! Not a chance. You know what you get at the end of that? A drone. Someone who is a shell of the former person. The Headmistress tried that with her testing. It just doesn’t work. No… she realised the way to get a perfect little one… is making them want it.” “Making us… want it?” Sarah asked from the changing table, her face bright red still. “Oh yes. We give you a little bit of freedom, we let you pick your colours and themes for your nursery, maybe the colours for your outfits, just little decisions that make you feel like you have some control over your regression.” “Why… Why are you telling us this?” Sarah asked. “Because after your conditioning tomorrow, you won’t care.” Alice said in a very creepy way. “But you said you can’t just brainwash them.” “Oh sweetie… you’ll find out tomorrow. But here’s a little spoiler because you’re extra cute. At the end of every stage, you ‘graduate’. And for the rest of that day, you return to this point, back to your mostly adult selves. To allow the conditioning and everything to sink in and process.” “You’re saying this now because it’s one of the ‘little bits of freedom’, isn’t it?” I asked. “You say this to us now to butter us up, to make us trust you more…” “Clever baby. I can see why the Headmistress likes you.” Nanny Alice smiled at me. “She does?” Asked Sarah on my behalf. “How does she…?” “She personally oversaw every little one taken in. And she has her eye on you, Judy.” “She has her eye on her? What for?” Asked Sarah. “The Headmistress is very secretive, so I’m not sure. Maybe she has a specific, special client she has lined up for this little one. We won’t know until the auction. Just… don’t get on her bad side. Got that?” I nodded and looked down at my feet. “So… how do we change the nursery?” I asked, wanting to change the subject more than anything. Quickly giving her hands another wipe, Alice reached down into the changing table and brought what looked to be an electronic tablet. “Here… this tablet controls how it’ll be decorated. You’ll get access to this every ‘graduation’, so make sure you’ve picked what you want before your next treatment, you won’t be able to change it for a week.” She said, walking over and handing the tablet to me. I took the tablet in my hands, still sat in the stroller, and looked down at the screen as I settled it on my lap, all whilst Alice went back to work cleaning up Sarah. Desperately hoping she would hurry, or that choosing the nursery colours and theme would distract me long enough from the mess in my nappy, I looked away from the nappy changing in front of me and focused entirely on customising the nursery. ‘Wall colour: Blue, Pink, Yellow, White, Lilac, Green, Red. Wait… they’re all pastel shades of those colours. Of course they are… it's a nursery after all…’ I sighed to myself as I looked down the options. ‘I wonder what happens if I select…’ I pressed ‘Yellow’ for the wall colour, expecting there to be a preview or something on the screen, to let me know what it would look like. Instead, much to my surprise (and by the gasp I heard, Sarah’s surprise)... the walls suddenly changed colour. Pastel yellow… just like I picked. “HOW?” Sarah blurted out. “Noise sweetie…” Alice warned, stopping mid change to do so. “This facility is state of the art. The Headmistress is a very wealthy woman, and she has invested in a lot of businesses. I think the furniture has a special paint or something that reacts to certain signals. I’m not exactly sure, I’m not a science person, I just change your soggy and messy nappies and keep my babies cared for.” “Wow… imagine if we had this in our homes…” “One day, we probably will. Maybe you’ll even have it in your future nursery, when you’re adopted. But I doubt you’ll get to choose, you’ll be too little.” Alice reminded us of our current predicament, jolting us back into the present. “What… what colours do you want?” I asked Sarah, figuring that if she was my ‘roommate’ then she should get a say in it too. “What are the options?” She asked. “All pastel colours, I apologise. Same goes for furniture.” “Ugh. Maybe not anything too babyish?” She said. “How about white walls then?” I suggested. “Or this yellow isn’t too bad…” “It’s a bit babyish…” She replied, trying to keep her focus on me rather than the cold wipes ‘downstairs’. “White it is then.” “Just wait until next week…” Alice said, ominously… “Furniture?” I asked, moving the conversation on. “Ugh… I guess it can’t just be white too. Purple? Less babyish than pink I guess…” Pressing purple and white on the colour options for furniture, the crib, the changing table, everything turned purple. I went through each option for each piece of furniture, trying to pick the best option for each item, and it ended up everything being purple or white. It looked… about half way between being a scary medical nursery and a babyish nursery… which I guess is what we were trying to go for. And watching the furniture change colour in real time still amazed me. “That’s… acceptable…” Sarah commented as I looked up to see Alice taping the new nappy shut. “I think it’s lovely. You two girls have good taste. But see how you feel next week…” Alice grinned at me. It was then that there was a sudden knock on the door. “Oh?” Alice said out loud, apparently it was even a shock for her. “I wonder who that is.” Suddenly the door unlocked and opened up. I knew because I could hear it. Problem was… I was facing the wrong way so I couldn’t see who it was. But by the look of dread on Sarah’s face… I could tell it wasn’t anyone good. “How are the little ones in here?” I heard a familiar voice from behind me. “Headmistress… and why do we have the pleasure of your visit?” Alice asked the person standing behind me. “It’s our first official run, so I wanted to check in with each little one to make sure they’re settling… and behaving.” The Headmistress replied. “These two are little angels. They had a brief bout of naughtiness on the bus, earning them the first strikes of the run, but that was quickly solved by a couple of suppositories and the embarrassment of messy nappies in front of their classmates. As you can see, I’m just about finished changing little Sarah here. I’ll change Judy in a second, she’s just picking the colour for their nursery.” “Oh lovely. I like what you’ve chosen. Babyish, but not too babyish. Aren’t you a clever little pair of babies!” The Headmistress said, making my insides feel like jelly. That voice of hers… it did… things… to me. “How about I change little Judy here, whilst you set little Sarah up in the crib.” “Why are we being put in the crib so early? It was still light outside when we came in.” Sarah asked. “Because babies need lots of sleep, plus the drugs are still in your system from your capture, so you’ll fall asleep pretty quickly. Ready for your big start tomorrow.” Alice explained. “Don’t worry, you can stay up as long as you want tonight. But you will be resigned to your crib.” “Wait… crib, singular?” I asked, nervously, as I realised only now that there was only one crib for two ‘babies’. I heard the clack of heels as the Headmistress walked closer and closer, until she bent down, at the side of the stroller I was still in, and looked me in the eyes. “Of course. One crib for every pair. It allows… bonding time…” She grinned. “Are you sure about changing Judy, Headmistress?” Alice asked. “She’s just messed…” “Oh Alice, don’t you worry, I’ve changed plenty of messy nappies before. You take Sarah and settle her down in the crib.” The Headmistress bent down and wrapped her arms around me, lifting me up into the air, without any sign of effort. Like… she’s just as strong as the Nannies and guards! Cradling me in her arms, bouncing me up and down gently with my legs wrapped around her waist, she carried me over to the changing table as Sarah was carried off by Alice. I felt so comforted in this position… it felt… nice. “Come on then, baby girl. Let’s get that icky nappy changed…” Laying me down, the mess in the back of my nappy getting squished against the soft changing mat, I looked up into her eyes as she looked down, deep into mine. And as my tummy felt… wibbly… she winked at me and grinned, pushing the messy nappy against me and squishing it, making me squirm. ========================================================= I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the next four chapters are available on my Patreon which can be found here if you go for the second tier. New chapters of LETO Syndicate every Wednesday/Sunday! 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Chapter 3: Processing The LETO Syndicate – LittleFallenPrincess “Room 15.” Was called out so the entire hall could hear it. We were brought out of our shock when we remembered that we had been assigned that room just before we came in. “Wait… that’s us.” I said for the both of us, as Sarah’s mouth was currently occupied. We both turned to see a matron-ly woman standing at the front where the Headmistress stood just a few moments ago, with the microphone close to her mouth. “Nanny Alice, can you please take your charges to get processed first. They’ve both earned a strike so they have the honours of being the first ones processed, along with a special treat.” She said. I had a feeling the ‘special treat’ would be something not-so-nice… so I braced myself as our ‘Nanny’ stood up, took the brakes off our stroller, then took the dummy out of Sarah’s mouth. After taking a few heavy breaths, Sarah looked up at me. “Oh my… it really is a stroller.” Sarah said in shock as she realised the same thing I had. I hung my head in shame as we were wheeled down the aisle and out of the hall. With everyone’s eyes staring at us. I peeked up and saw a mix of reactions. Some were laughing and giggling… but I knew they’d quickly regret that, as the other lot had it right, the ones who weren’t laughing. They were looking at us in fear. Because they knew… this was going to happen to them very soon. “Come on girls. Let's get you down to the processing centre. We just need to run a few tests, give you a little punishment and then get you taped into a nice thick nappy. Then I can show you to your new nursery!” Our Nanny said, as we walked out of the assembly hall and into the hallway. “So… we share a nursery?” I asked. “Oh yes. Two babies per nursery. It means less Nannies, and allows you to bond together in your regression. It also helps with punishments. If one of you is naughty…” “The other gets punished too?” Sarah asked, as if she knew what our Nanny was about to say. “Clever girl! Exactly. It encourages good behaviour and quickens the regression. I know you two had a teensy strike on the way, I heard about why you earned it. But I can tell… you are good girls. You’ll be good for me, right?” Nanny Alice said. We both looked down and said nothing. “Right?” Alice confirmed with more authority in her voice. “Yes.” We both mumbled. “Yes what?” “Yes… Nanny.” “That’s better. Good girls. That reminds me, you may refer to me as Nanny, or Nanny Alice. Never by just my name. Same goes for any other staff member here. Guards are ‘Sir’ or ‘Miss’. Other nannies have the same rules as I do. And the Headmistress… well she told you what you should refer to her as, just that. Got it girls?” “Yes… Nanny.” We both replied reluctantly. “D’aww… you’re such good girls! You are going to make your Mummies and Daddies so proud when we’re finished with you!” She said as she continued to push us down corridor after corridor of plain white walls and floor. Reaching the end of yet another boring corridor, I wondered how big this place was inside, as not only did it take longer than I thought to reach this ‘processing centre’, but also the fact I saw multiple elevators. Now… the building wasn’t that tall on the outside, which leads me to believe there must be more below us. What though… I was nervous to find out. As we neared the door at the end of the corridor, Sarah held her hand out and I quickly grabbed it for comfort. As soon as mine touched hers… it wasn’t as if all my fears had magically disappeared, that would be silly. But… it felt better. Less scary at least. Pushing the doors open, our Nanny greeted the woman dressed like a classic nurse who was sitting at the desk in the corner. And looking around, we had gone from white walls and white floors… to more of the same. Though this time, it had a bunch of medical equipment and an examination table so you know it really is a hospital. I wondered if they had added any colour anywhere. Surely the nurseries would be colourful? “Oh, is the assembly done already? I was expecting… more. But no worries! Time to get started I suppose!” The overly-cheery, middle-aged, blonde Nurse said as she stood up and grabbed some disposable gloves from a box on her desk. “Bring the little ones over to the table, will you Alice?” “No problem, Sheila.” Our Nanny replied to her, wheeling us over to the ominous examination table in the centre of the medical room. “Are these the ones with a strike already? Do you think they’ll resist?” “I think they are going to be very good girls… or else they’ll find out what happens to naughty babies. And they won’t like that…” Alice said, looking at us with a stern look on her face. “Don’t worry, their strike isn’t for resisting or being aggressive. Just a bit of backtalk on the bus.” “Oh that will be fine then. Poor babies… this punishment won’t be nice…” The Nurse said as she bent down over Sarah in the stroller and unbuckled her. I could see Sarah was thinking whether or not to fight back, but these two women were a lot bigger and stronger-looking than her, and even then… with so many guards… How was she going to get out? So in the end she nervously allowed the woman to lift her out of the stroller and gently place her on the examination table. I watched from my seat in the stroller, with Nanny Alice standing behind me, as the Nurse walked around the table to the other side so we had a full view of what was happening to Sarah. “You two need to get used to watching everything happening to the other. That includes changes, checks, and going potty.” Alice said from behind me, and immediately Sarah’s face turned bright red. No doubt mine was too, but at least I couldn’t see my own. “Exactly. So first… examination. Let’s get these icky scrubs off you.” The Nurse announced, expertly pulling Sarah’s pants off, then with no resistance, she took Sarah’s top off too, revealing a very naked Sarah, who was trying her best to cover up everything as best she could with her hands. “No getting shy. Lots of people here will get to see you like this. You’ll get less shy over time, don’t worry. I bet you’ll even end up as one of those babies who love to go nakey all the time and run around in just a nappy!” The Nurse giggled. I heard an audible gasp from Sarah as she looked at Alice in shock. Followed by another gasp as the Nurse spread her legs. “Little Sarah needs her hair down here removed. But other than that… she’s perfectly healthy.” She said. ‘Wait… how does she know she’s healthy?’ I looked to the side to see a large monitor that displayed all Sarah’s vitals, her weight, blood pressure, everything. Like… What the hell was this table? How advanced is the tech in here if it can scan someone laying down on a table in mere seconds? “Next… punishment. Sorry little one, but you earned it. It is a first strike, so I’ll go easy on you both. Especially for such a minor mistake.” The Nurse announced loudly so that I heard it too. Rummaging around in the table underneath Sarah, she pulled out something small… “What the hell is…” Sarah said, looking at it, confused. “Do I need to get your dummy for that mouth again? Don’t make me regret taking it out.” Alice warned. Sarah instantly shut her mouth as her eyes widened in fear. “That got her to behave. Did she already earn her quiet time dummy?” The Nurse asked Alice. “Oh yes. Talking during the assembly. I thought I would be nice and take it out as soon as we got out, but I’m quickly regretting that decision…” “How about a normal dummy?” “Normal…?” Before Sarah could finish that sentence, the Nurse pulled something out of her pocket and shoved it in Sarah’s mouth. Sarah was about to spit it out before the Nurse looked at her with a face that said ‘Go on… try. See what happens…’ “Sowwy…” Sarah said with a babyish lisp, no doubt thanks to the dummy in her mouth. At least this one allowed her some semblance of speech, unlike the one before, the one I also saw in other people’s mouths as we walked past them in the assembly hall. Those ones looked like they completely prevented speech. “Much better. Now… let's get that hair removed, then put this in you, then into a thick nappy.” The Nurse announced. “Inh nee?” Sarah said, too afraid to spit the dummy out of her mouth. Pulling out yet another thing from this magic examination table, the Nurse shook what looked to be a can or something, one like you’d see shaving cream in, and sprayed something into her hands, quickly rubbing them together. Upon closer examination, there was now some kind of foam, maybe shaving foam, that coated her hands. And with no warning, she lunged between Sarah’s open legs. Sarah screamed from behind her dummy as the Nurse applied this cream to her lower region. I couldn’t tell if it was cold or if it was actually causing her pain, but after a few seconds, she started calming down. Taking a baby wipe from the table, the Nurse wiped the foam away. “There we go… no more hair ever again for the little baby…” The Nurse exclaimed in delight. ‘Wait… did that just remove…’ Sarah looked down at her nether regions in shock. “Now… this is for your own good, sweetie…” The Nurse said as she applied what looked like lube to that thing she had taken from the table just before the hair stuff. And without warning or explanation… she shoved the small object… up… well… Sarah! “That’s a good girl. Be good for the nurse and maybe I’ll be nicer later when you need a change.” Alice said to the nervous-looking woman on the table. Sarah quickly looked at Alice in shock. “Whh?” She screamed. “What did you think that was? That was to help you go potty later, silly! That’s your punishment.” I looked up to see Alice grinning. “WHH DEH HLL?” “Quiet… otherwise I won’t change you immediately.” She warned Sarah. “That’s a good girl… just relax… now time for your first nappy!” The Nurse announced, once again reaching under the table, pulling out a large, thick white… pillow? No wait… it’s a nappy. An enormous nappy. As soon as Sarah took one look at it she started squirming and crying, but Alice must have been prepared for this as she quickly dashed over and grabbed the girl’s shoulders, holding her down in place on the table whilst the Nurse went to work unfolding the giant nappy. “Stop squirming sweetie… you’ll appreciate my generosity of changing you after your first accident. If you don’t stop squirming, I could leave you in it for the rest of the night.” Alice warned again. Sarah must have thought about the possibility of sitting in her own mess all night… just like I was currently doing… and she quickly decided to calm down. So she didn’t put up a fight as the nurse grabbed her legs and raised them so her butt left the table, nor did she fight when the Nurse slid the nappy underneath her and lowered her… cute… butt onto the soft padding. Nor did she fight when she was taped into it and lifted up. Sarah didn’t make a single noise or try to resist as she was carried over to the stroller and strapped back in. And now… it was my turn. Taking a page from Sarah’s book… I didn’t resist. I didn’t complain. I just accepted what was coming. I’d give no reason to piss Alice off, so she’d have no reason not to change me as soon as I inevitably messed. And just like Sarah, I was stripped, had the foam rubbed in (although they commented on how I had no hair down there already, which made me blush), the small object Sarah had received was also placed into my backside… which wasn’t entirely uncomfortable… and I was then lowered down onto the thick padding waiting for me. “You're a very good girl. And despite the little resistance from Baby Sarah at the beginning… I think it’s safe to say you both are. So as soon as you’ve gone poopies, you tell Nanny and I’ll clean you right up, okay sweeties?” Alice said to me and Sarah. We both just nodded shyly at the woman, hoping that the experience we were about to go through wasn’t… too traumatic. I looked down and realised that whilst I was in my own head and being distracted by Alice, the Nurse had managed to tape me into the nappy without me even noticing. “There we go. Oh! One last thing…” The Nurse said, rummaging around the table again. “Seriously… How much stuff is in this damn thing?” “I… have a question…” I asked, nervously. Alice looked at me sternly. “I have a question… Nanny?” I repeated, correcting myself this time, hoping that was the reason she wasn’t so friendly all of a sudden, and that I wasn’t pissing her off by just asking if I could ask a question. “That’s better. Go on sweetie. What do you want to ask.” Alice’s face went back to its smiley, happy, reassuring form. “How long until… umm…” “Until the thing in your little bum starts working? Oh… right about…” And as if she was fucking psychic, Sarah yelled out in pain, clutching her stomach. I looked over and noticed Alice hadn’t strapped her in fully like we were before, just the harness holding her in, her arms and legs were free to move this time. “Is… is she okay?” I asked. “Oh she’s fine. Just a bit of discomfort and then she’ll feel relieved. Same goes for you. Now… quickly. Back into your stroller.” As Nanny Alice walked over, I turned around to see the Nurse looking at me, smiling. And like a damn ninja, she pulled out and slipped something into my mouth. Something that now occupied most of my mouth. I sucked at it… and it confirmed what I figured. A dummy. Just like Sarah’s. “There we go! Matching pink dummies for my little princesses! Thank you, Sheila.” Alice said, scooping me up off the table into her arms, and carrying me over to the stroller. Placing me down next to Sarah, she buckled me in and just like the other ‘princess’, I was given free use of my arms and legs. Although I assume that my arms will be occupied in no time, clutching my stomach like Sarah was currently doing. “Better get out there. If you time it right…” The Nurse grinned at Nanny Alice. “Yes. Thank you, can’t miss this!” Alice replied. ‘What… what does she mean?’ I thought to myself as Alice pulled at the brakes and started pushing us back out the way we came in. But as soon as she opened the door… it was no longer bare and empty. And my stomach started gurgling as I looked at the queue of occupied strollers and their Nannies all lined up against the wall… all looking at Sarah and I. ========================================================= 😇 I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! 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Chapter 2: Assembly The LETO Syndicate – LittleFallenPrincess Two columns of all the victims I had just seen on the bus, all lined up in a straight line… each still in the weird restraint seats… but with wheels underneath them and a handle coming off the back. It seemed like there was an even mix of guys and girls too. And attached to the handle… were… Goddesses. Like… these women were gorgeous. Angelic faces, curvaceous figures, all dressed in… maid uniforms? But not typical sexy maid uniforms that you get for kinky stuff… No, these were old-school Victorian maid outfits. Like… Nanny-esque shit. Like Governess kinda stuff. “Shit… it’s a sex thing…” I heard from behind me, sounding just like Sarah. And near the back of the line were a few empty frames with Maids holding the handles. No doubt waiting for us… Upon closer inspection it wasn’t two columns. It was one… with each pair on the bus sat next to each other, like a double baby stroller or something, with one Maid behind each pair. Yeah… one frame holding two victims, with a Maid behind each. What the ever-loving fuck was this? As I was carried over to the next available frame, I looked up at the woman who would be pushing me… and she was… just… wow. Brunette hair tied up into a bun, picture perfect makeup with a freshly pressed uniform that seemed to hug her curves in all the right places… she looked amazing. But then I was quickly turned around and lowered, until I heard a click, and then the guard moved away. ‘I guess I’m in place now?’ I thought as I watched the next guard bring Sarah over and placed her seat in place next to mine. ‘Well at least I’m still with her.’ I thought to myself. We sat there in silence, waiting for something to happen, as the guards went back to the bus and continued bringing other victims out in their carriers, carrying them out and behind us, no doubt locking them in the frames behind us. I guessed correctly, six more people were brought out and carried off behind us, no doubt being put in the empty frames. Then the bus door closed suddenly and one lone guard drove off in it, leaving the two guards from the bus, along with a couple more who must have come from the strange building. And of course all us victims and these incredibly gorgeous maids, who all stood in silence and didn’t move a muscle. Not even their eyes twitched. ‘I wonder if we’re going to start moving any…’ And then as if I was a psychic, I noticed the maids in front of us moving forward in step with each other, pushing their victims further towards the building. Being jolted forward, Sarah and I were then pushed by our maid, perfectly in line with the pair in front of us. As we reached the big, ominous, mechanical doors to whatever this place was, I felt the pit in my stomach grow bigger. Sarah must have been able to see this, because she reached her hand over as best she could given the restraints holding us in place, offering it to me. So I grabbed it and squeezed hard as we were pushed through the doors. My eyes adjusted to the new levels of light after being outside for a while. Going from the brilliant sunshine, which was rare for England, to the entirely artificial light of this facility… It was quite jarring. “Wow… it’s so… clinical.” Sarah commented. The maid pushing us quickly shushed her before looking back up, without skipping a step as she pushed us down the long hallway. Surrounding us were completely white walls. Like… that’s it. Tiled white floor, painted white walls, cold lights illuminating the entire way down… it was creepy. Like those scary movies where people get put into creepy hospitals. No artwork. No plants. Nothing. No furniture whatsoever. And what was worse… was that we were now in some kind of queue as I realised we had slowly come to a complete stop. Every 10 seconds we edged forward a couple of metres. And one by one, the queue entered what looked to be a doorway at the end of the bland corridor, each time my heart beating quicker. That was until we reached the doorway and a generic, nondescript guard looked down at us. “Sarah Dickinson. 29. Female.” He said, looking at Sarah before turning to me. “Judith Teles. 28. Female. Oh and you both have a strike already… interesting.” I looked nervously at the floor. “Seat 15. Same room assignment.” He said to the maid behind us. “Thanks.” She replied, with the most angelic voice imaginable. Seriously, my heart melted. And with that, we were off again, being pushed down the next corridor, but instead of being pushed straight ahead, where there was a large reception desk, we turned left towards an even bigger door… which revealed a huge hall. It had a stage, loads of spaces for these weird stroller things to be parked, and a podium at the front of the stage with a microphone. Honestly… it felt like school again, it looked just like a school assembly hall. Quickly moving us into position into one of the empty parking spots, we found we were now facing forwards, directly at the stage. And as soon as we were parked, the maid who had been pushing us sat in the fixed seat next to us. We watched the remaining strollers be pushed into the hall and into position, as we nervously awaited what they had to show us that was so important. There was a bit of mumbling throughout the assembly hall, it appeared the people running this didn’t seem that fussed about us all talking to our partner, which I thought was a bit weird. But then the mumbling all stopped and everyone quickly turned their heads to the only noise that was reverberating through the assembly hall. The clacking of high heels on the stage. I watched as the most beautiful woman I had ever seen walked across the stage, wearing a classy business suit with a smart pencil skirt, holding what looked to be papers in her hand, until she reached the podium, placing those papers down and looking up at us… smiling. “Good afternoon. I see we have a bunch of cuties this semester! Oh what a joy this first semester will be.” The woman exclaimed, gently clapping her hands together in joy. “Semester? Is this like… a university or a school or something?” Whispered Sarah. Our maid quickly shushed her and turned back to the woman on stage. “Right. Time for introductions. I am Mrs Braithwaite. But you will refer to me as ‘Headmistress’.” She said in an authoritative voice. “And this… is your new school.” “School? Bitch I’m thirty two! I did school ages ago!” A man in the front yelled, the voice was coming from one of the strollers. “Not anymore you’re not.” She grinned, making even my tummy feel uneasy. The maid in front, the one sitting next to the guy who just yelled, did something to the guy and suddenly he stopped yelling… just mumbling… but I couldn’t see what, as the back of his seat was preventing me from even seeing what he looked like. “So anyway… As I was saying, welcome to your new home for the next month.” The Headmistress continued. “Month?” Whispered Sarah again, earning yet another shush from the maid next to us. “You have all been carefully selected for a place at this brand new, prestigious academy. You are the first batch, after all the beta tests, that get to take part in this wonderful program.” “Umm…” I heard from a woman in a stroller up front. “What is it, little one?” The Headmistress asked her. “What… program?” The woman asked, nervously. “I’m glad you asked. You see this school was created to create the very best little ones. Before this, we used to do it on a case by case basis. But demand grew faster than we expected, so with my finances, I created this academy. You see, what we do is take in the dregs of society. Homeless people, unemployed, vulnerable people, as well as some special exceptions or special requests… and we train them.” “Train them for what?” “Such an inquisitive little mind. Shame that won’t do you any good here, sweetie…” The Headmistress said in a condescending tone. “We train you to be babies, of course.” “BABIES?” The whole hall erupted. “Quiet… or else.” The Headmistress warned. As soon as she added the ‘or else’, the hall went silent again in an instant. “Like I said… we train you to be babies. Then at the end, we auction you off to the highest bidder, who will then adopt you and keep you as their little one.” “But that’s illegal!” The woman cried out. “And that’s enough out of you…” The Headmistress waved her hand once again and the maid next to the woman with all the questions quickly reached over and suddenly the girl was silent. “As I was saying, you’ll be here for about a month. In that time you’ll be conditioned and trained to be the best little babies you can be. There are a lot of wealthy clients out there looking for adult babies to own. So we train you, then sell you on. This is the first official semester and the first official class of the academy, before now it has been testing our processes on various numbers of unwilling participants. This is the most we’ve taken on at once, but I believe we are ready. Especially with our trained guards and our amazing staff of Nannies to take care of each of you.” I looked over at the ‘Nanny’ who was sitting next to us, who just smiled and waved at me and Sarah. “Those Nannies that brought you in… they will be your Nanny. Each Nanny has two students, and will be in charge of them. If they tell you to do something… you do it. They will dress you, feed you, change you…” “CHANGE?” Some people called out in the front row. “Oh yes. Babies need nappies…” The Headmistress’ sly grin crept up once again. “I’M NOT WEARING A…” The person yelling was quickly silenced like the previous two. “As I was saying… you’ll be here a month. And in that time, you’ll go through a week of newborn training. Then a week of baby training. Then a week of toddler training. At the end of the third week, the auction will commence, and you’ll be sold to the highest bidder. They will then choose your age, whether it’s newborn, baby or toddler, and the final week will be training you more for that specific age group.” She looked around the hall for a second, taking a brief pause, scanning all the students. As soon as she got to me and Sarah… she stared longer than she had with any other, before returning to her speech. “Training consists of using your nappies, baby talk, baby behaviour, playtime, and loss of coordination. I won’t spoil the other weeks, but I will tell you what you’re in for for your first week. Step one… you’ll be put in nappies, stripped and dressed in clothes suitable for a newborn. Then you will be administered a drug that removes all control. And by that I mean bladder, bowel and muscles. You’ll be as helpless as newborns. The great thing about this period is the bond you’ll develop with your Nanny. You’ll be reliant on them to take care of you and do everything for you. Classes will mostly involve hypnotherapy, as you won’t be able to do much actual classwork for that week. Playtime will be very limited too, but don’t worry, over time each stage will allow a bit more freedom. If you’re lucky, your new Mummy or Daddy won’t choose the newborn stage for you, as I guess it could get a bit boring just laying there, shitting yourself and being unable to do anything.” “Hypnotherapy?” Sarah whispered. I was expecting our Nanny to shush her again, but this time she pulled something out of her pinafore and shoved it in Sarah’s mouth. Sarah started mumbling and panicking, but she barely made a sound, and as our ‘Nanny’ moved away, I saw that she had put a large baby’s dummy in Sarah’s mouth, one that she apparently couldn’t remove. “I’m sorry this has been brief, and I’m sure you all have lots of questions. Your wonderful Nannies can fill you all in after you’ve been put in your first nappies and taken to your nurseries. You’ll all be sharing a nursery with the partner sitting next to you, so get used to them and try to make friends. I have a busy schedule, so I must be off. Oh, one last thing… processing and classes start tomorrow, you’ve got the rest of today where you will have the freedom of the toddler stage. Your Nannies will give you the details once you’re in your nurseries. Anyway, have lots of fun, I’ll be sure to pop my head into some classes to see how you’re all getting on, and… well… good luck!” And as the Headmistress casually walked off backstage, I turned to see the look of fear plastered on Sarah’s face, and a feeling deep in the pit of my stomach that I did not like. ========================================================= Of course you all love this story. Bunch of meanies! I mean who would want to be kidnapped and regressed and humiliated, or want someone else to go through all that... seriously... Because definitely not me. 😇 I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the next four chapters are available on my Patreon which can be found here if you go for the second tier. New chapters of LETO Syndicate every Wednesday/Sunday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. But I'd appreciate it if people didn't post it elsewhere, even if you're just suggesting it to other people. If you want to show others, please send them a link to the first page of this post! Thanks!

Aww thank you so much! I'm glad you're enjoying it! Yay! Off to a good start then. I hope you all continue to enjoy it as it goes on. And yeah, when I was originally planning this, I was going to do the usual 40 chapters, but felt like a lot of the stuff would just be repeated or stretched out, and I think it works well as a shorter story. Haha, yeah I always set all my stories in the UK, as most are usually set in the US. Even my DD stories are set in a version of the UK. Well they don't necessarily have to go from Sheffield to Bath and onwards, or vice versa. They could have been taken from opposite ends of the country and brought together at a central location somewhere in the midlands, before being transported together. All we know is that it's in the middle of nowhere. Thank you! I hope you continue to enjoy it! This story isn't like my usual stories, so we'll have to see :3 Awww that's a shame, but I understand. It's definitely not something I'd usually write, but at the same time it's not exactly like other stories of this kind.😊 They probably research their targets and pick out people who they could take easily. So definitely not you Thank you! I hope you continue to enjoy it! This isn't like my usual stories. That's all I'll say. And who said they're all girls? But yeah... that's a good theory! Also a very good acronym! We'll have to wait and see, I guess :3

Just you wait... I'm gonna make a future story even more adorable! This makes me so happy! This was my biggest worry, that either people wouldn't get my humour or it just wasn't funny. I'm glad people enjoyed the humour in it!

The LETO Syndicate A girl wakes up on a bus on it's way to a large, windowless building in the middle of nowhere, strapped to a large car seat, alongside a couple dozen others like her. No doubt you've heard this story before. But I hope I can still surprise you all with my own little twist on the much loved scenario! This one is a lot shorter than my usual stories (mine are usually 40 and an epilogue, though some go way above that), at around half my usual length. It's also very different from my usual stories, but I won't spoil anything. Regression, humiliation, strong Nannies, a strict Headmistress, lesbian romance... it's got it all! Two chapters per week, as usual. Every Wednesday and Sunday. And as usual, if you want two weeks early access to chapters of my current ongoing story, you can sub to my Patreon. You'll also get access to my discord server to discuss chapters there and stuff. And also to tease me apparently. Grr. I hope I've covered everything that needs saying and I hope everyone enjoys this story as much as my other stories! Please feel free to leave comments and feedback, I love reading it all! Also, please link to my stories rather than posting them as files when sharing with others! Chapter 1: Arrival The LETO Syndicate – LittleFallenPrincess Pulling against the straps holding me in place, strapped tightly into this stupidly comfortable seat that felt more like a baby’s car seat than a normal bus seat, I wondered to myself how I got into this position. I struggled against the wrist straps first, hoping they would give way, even if only the tiniest amount, to allow me to attempt to escape. But alas, they were on as tight as possible. So when that failed, I tried my legs. I quickly found they too were secured to the seat and I was unable to move them. The best I could do was wriggle, and the only part of me that wasn’t completely secured was my head and neck. They even put a strap around my waist, holding me back in my seat. Thankfully, as I stopped focusing on myself, and started focusing on my surroundings… I saw I wasn’t the only one. And just like me, they were all wearing identical white scrubs. Turning to my immediate left, sat next to the window, I saw what looked to be an angel. Beautiful long, blonde hair… shining blue eyes… petite and looking she was around her late twenties… this girl was beautiful. Like the kind of girl I always dreamed I’d be with, but knew I had no shot with. Not that I’m a bad looking gal, just… this girl was gorgeous. Those dazzling blue eyes were concentrating on the window, looking out into the barren green fields, out into the middle of nowhere. “There’s nothing out there. Plus the windows are tinted…” I said to her, trying to initiate conversation. “Sorry?” She said, quickly turning around to look at me. “If you think you’re going to flag someone down to rescue you… no one can see in. I saw this van from the outside before I was taken.” “Oh… no… it’s not that. I just… it’s beautiful, isn’t it?” She asked, sounding so… carefree right now. I looked out of the window at the picture-perfect country scene. “I suppose it is. You… you don’t seem worried…” I said, suspicious of why she sounded so carefree right now. “Neither do you…” She replied. “Oh I am, believe me. But my Dad always taught me to keep calm if anything like this ever happened. To not antagonise your kidnapper. What about you, why aren’t you worried?” “I figured this would happen to me.” “Wait… what? You figured you’d be kidnapped by some shady, burly men in guard uniforms and shoved on a bus with tinted windows?” “Not exactly that… but…” She took one long sigh and looked me in the eyes. “My sister went missing last year. She looked just like me. Only a year older than me too. And out of nowhere… vanished. I spent the last year worried that it’d happen to me too. You hear about all these girls going missing in town… I knew it would happen sooner or later.” “Where are you from?” I asked her, wondering what town she had been taken from, which town she was talking about. Her accent sounded Northern, but I was useless with accents so couldn’t pinpoint exactly where she was from. “Sheffield. Why, what about you?” She asked. “I’m from Bath. Sorry, I was just wondering where your accent was from.” “So… so we’re completely different ends of the country. That’s weird.” She said, rolling her eyes towards the window again. “Yeah… they must take girls like us from all over the country and take us to… wherever they’re taking us. Do you recognise any of the landscape?” “Nope. It’s nice though. Very nature…y.” She smiled, making my heart flutter. “Yeah it’s quite nice. I… I wonder where they’re taking us though, out in the middle of nowhere.” “Probably some secret facility.” She whispered, grinning. “And how do you know that?” I asked. “Just a guess. It’s what I’d do.” I laughed, causing me to gain the attention of one of the guards at the front of the bus. “What you’d do?” I whispered. “Yeah, if I kidnapped a bunch of pretty girls, I’d take them to a facility in the middle of nowhere.” ‘Wait… does she think I’m pretty?’ I thought to myself, my heart aflutter. “And what would you do with them? Sell them? Experiment on them? Fuck them until they’re your obedient little whores?” I joked. She paused for a second, thinking, making me worry I had gone too far with the joke. “Probably just play video games with them and eat pizza.” She grinned. “Remind me to get kidnapped by you next time.” I replied, smiling. She smiled back in what looked to be a flirty manner. But hey, what do I know? I haven’t done the whole dating game thing in a while. “So… what were you doing when you were taken?” She asked. “I was at a bar, getting hammered with my mates. Susie had just ordered another round, and I got a phone call. So I went outside, out into the back alley to take the call, and… that’s when I was taken. Bag over head, injection in my neck… world went black. Woke up slightly as they were loading us all on, that’s when I saw the outside of this bus, but quickly went under again. Then, like you, woke up on this journey to nowhere. What about you?” “I had just gotten off from a late night at work. Walking home… I was followed by a couple of rough-looking guys. Tried to dodge them by heading down another street… but they had backup. Grabbed me, shot me with something in the neck, bag over head just like you. Fun times.” “You’re awfully more relaxed than everyone else on here…” I commented. We both looked around at the other passengers. The ones currently in the same predicament, tied to these ‘car seat’ things. Three guards patrolled the aisle, keeping an eye out on each person. Upon closer inspection, some passengers were still asleep. Obviously whatever drug our kidnappers had used worked differently depending on the person. Some were wide awake… but were gagged. They had probably tried to fight back or argue… or even bite. Some were just like me and my new friend, chatting and trying to keep calm, but there were only a few of those. Most were panicking. “I’m not exactly a glass-half-full kinda girl. Not exactly optimistic in the first place, even before being kidnapped.” My new friend shrugged. “Ah… same.” “Sorry, Where are my manners…” She said, “I’m Sarah.” “Judy.” I replied. “Well it’s nice to meet you, Judy.” Sarah smiled. “It’s nice to meet you too, Sarah. Hey… just wondering…” “What?” “Can… Can we try to stick together, whatever happens? I think it’ll improve our chances of getting through this in one piece if we watch each other’s backs.” I suggested. “I mean… sure? I don’t know how easy that will be though… We still don’t know what they have planned. And they could easily split us up.” “QUIET!” One of the guards shouted, the one at the front. “We’re arriving…” “Arriving where?” I whispered to Sarah. “I guess we’re going to find out…” Sarah replied, shrugging her shoulders. The bus turned off the main road, down a private road leading to a large prison-like gate. Stopping at what was probably a checkpoint, the front door of the bus opened and the bus driver started chatting to one of the guards outside. I tried to listen to what they were saying, but I couldn’t make out anything at this distance, it’s a shame we weren’t sitting closer to the front. “What are they saying?” Sarah asked. “No idea. Probably just checking in.” I replied. The doors closed suddenly and I saw the gate in front start opening slowly, rattling the whole way. “Looks like we’re here…” Sarah said. My heart was racing as we slowly drove down the long road, towards what looked like a prison complex. At least that’s what it looked like on the outside. But not one of those usual old prisons we have in the UK, but a much more modern one. One that looked more like a billionaire’s nuclear bunker or something, or a super modern art gallery. Just big blocks of white stone with no windows and only one door on the front. That probably isn’t the only door, but that was the only one in view. “That… is an evil villain’s lair…” Sarah commented. “Yeah, not the friendliest-looking place…” I replied, smirking. “Maybe it’s all kittens and rainbows on the inside?” “Oh and teddy bears and hugs?” She laughed quietly, as to not alert the guard. “And pillows and sweeties!” “That wouldn’t be so bad…” “QUIET!” The guard shouted again. The whole bus then slowly came to a standstill, and not a single noise was made as the engine calmed down. “No talking. Or else. No resisting. Or else. No trying to escape…” That’s when I fucked up. “Or else?” I asked. A gasp of around a dozen people or more filled the bus as the guard who was talking stared directly at me, clearly pissed. “What was that?” The guard growled as he walked slowly down the aisle towards me. “I… I…” “I said ‘or else?’” Sarah said from beside me, as if she was willing to take the blame for it. I turned to my side and looked Sarah in the eyes. She just stared back and smiled. “We stick together.” She whispered to me. “Oh, it was you was it?” The guard asked, looking at her. “Yes. I was just confirming…” “It was me. I was just confirming…” I interrupted, before being interrupted myself by the angry-looking guard. “You both want to own up to it? Big mistake. One strike for both of you.” He growled. “And three strikes and we’re out?” I asked, in a cocky manner that I quickly regretted as the tall, muscly man looked down at me. “One strike equals one punishment.” He grinned, cockily. “Ooooh punishment! What, are you going to spank us?” Sarah joined in, laughing. “Have fun later, girls…” He said as he walked off to the front of the bus again, pulling out what looked to be a computer tablet and pressing a couple of buttons on it. I swear I could see a picture of me and a picture of Sarah on it as he closed it down and slipped it back into his large pocket. “That… wasn’t that bad. Though we really shouldn’t have pissed off that guy… it could backfire on us.” Sarah said, breathing a sigh of relief. “I’m pretty sure it has. But thanks for sticking up for me back there.” I replied, smiling up at her sweetly. “Hey, you said we stick together, right? I’ve got your back, if you have mine.” “Of course. I wonder what punishment we’ll get…” “Well we still don’t know if this is like a sex thing or a prison thing or an illegal experimentation thing. Either way… I’m not looking forward to seeing what we get.” Sarah sighed. “RIGHT! ONE BY ONE. LETS GO BOYS.” The main guard said, as the other two went to the front seats and then just as I thought they’d undo the restraints to get the first passengers off… they just lifted the whole damn seat out and carried it out of the bus! Like… how freaking strong are they? As they carried the first two victims off, out of the bus, my hopes of trying to escape whilst I was unrestrained were dashed. And then a minute later… the guards returned. Taking the next two… they did this a bunch of times, making their way from the front of the bus to the back end where me and Sarah were sitting. They slowly removed each and every victim that they had most likely kidnapped and took them off the bus, without removing them from these weird baby-car seat things. I counted along, seeing how many they had taken, as I couldn’t tell on the way here from where I was sitting, but it looked to be about twenty in front of us… and I had a feeling there were maybe six behind us I think? And before long… It was our turn. “Time for the troublemakers…” the main guard said, taking over from the guard who was doing our side. “I’ll get little miss trouble, you get the bratty little princess.” The other guard didn’t say a word, he just nodded. Uncoupling my seat from the bus, the main guard lifted me up with no effort and carried me towards the front of the bus. And that’s when the pit of dread started forming in my stomach. But nothing would have prepared me for what I saw next. ========================================================= So... thoughts so far? I know it's only the first chapter, but it's not my usual kind of story and so far those on my patreon are loving it, so I hope you all love it too! I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the next four chapters are available on my Patreon which can be found here if you go for the second tier. New chapters of LETO Syndicate every Wednesday/Sunday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. But I'd appreciate it if people didn't post it elsewhere, even if you're just suggesting it to other people. If you want to show others, please send them a link to the first page of this post! Thanks!

Thank you! Glad you liked it. I don't know if I'll write a direct sequel, but I have multiple stories planned for this universe, and a lot of the characters in this story will be returning, so don't worry! 😊 Yeah you were all good at realising who her sister was, I'm surprised honestly! But still happy that no one got the full picture until it was revealed. Yay! Thank you so much! 😊 Haha of course you did! I don't blame you, maids and witches and succubi... what's not to love? I know right! I kinda want to have Luci babysitting Nia at some point in a scene. I have? But thats impossibubbbles! Although you do realise... I'm going to have to top that now? I'm going to have to go unbearably adorable now! Also new story incoming v soon!