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"Do not pity these wayward children, girls. Your pity will not help them, it'll only make their situation worse. Instead, spur them to excel. Remind them how terrible they ought to feel for their transgressions. Tease them. Never let them forget this punishment so long as it lasts. Only that way can they learn and be better people." Dam I want to hack this places records so bad. Let everyone know what the hell is going on at this fucked up place. I wonder if they air gap their servers? That just makes it harder wouldn't stop me. Load pregen exploits to knock out doors and security systems or bring someone who's a better coder than me. Shears, cutting tools, picks, auto pick and wrench/screw driver set to handle hardware. Taser and suppressed FN 5.7 to handle the guards. Hell if the feds wolln't do anything I'll dox these mother fuckers. Let everyone know who they are and just what kind of sick shit they've been up to. Oh you know what would be really karmic? Nab one of the senior researchers and make them give a video confession. If they don't they get hooked up to one of their own machines.

This definitely makes more sense but once someone reaches the end of their sentence the forced gender reassignment and radical personality changes are going to glaringly obvious I'm surprised nobody has sued on their behalf. Also what do they do with people like me who the moment they know clock work orange shit is going down would actively try to resist and fight it? They could use sleep deprivation and physical torture to break down the subject's resistance but again with someone like me the result would most likely be complete dissociative break/catatonic state or just making the subject violent and combative. **** Update **** "There is nothing that defines you as women more than your breasts, girls. Only the most special of visitors will see below your waistline, and only if you so choose. But your breasts make you a woman. Wow that is incredibly offensive and gender essentialist (To random teacher lady on pg. 22) Fuck you and your TERF bullshit ** Also the government contract they're getting must be massive to justify the expense. I smell military industrial complex and working together with the for profit prison industry? Shit how deep does this go? This is bad this is very very bad. (Runs to prep go bag)

I'm really curious to know how this process works. You can't edit information out of the brain without surgery or at least not completely of course when you learn new information new connections form and old ones may be trimmed. If I remember correctly there is a lot reorganization in adolescence. Maybe subject age is important? I might want to go back over my neuropsych text. I suppose hypnotism could put a mental block on certain memories but reading for example requires integrating information from multiple neuropathways. Frontal Lobe for integration and interpretation, ocipital lobe for sensory input, hippocampus to remember the symbols and context, probably Broca's area to connect the letters and sounds. And of course each person is going to have subtle variation in their neuroconectome. So how they manage to selectively block complex circuits involving multiple pathways and get consistent results I can't even begin to imagine. Just getting the basic science down would be staggering and I don't even know how the hell you would FDA/NIH approval for it. Maybe a deep black CIA/Pentagon project possibly building on MK ultra? Actually doing some reading on this and it does seem like the kind of thing MK ultra was trying to achieve..... (Goes to check building water supply for drug canisters and tears room apart looking for bugs) @Pudding

So I'm thinking about trying to make my own training pants. Does anyone have fabric and pattern recommendations?

One thing I'm curious about is are the gates state or privately controlled? If privately I'd want to see if I could buy one to try and start getting Little's out of the place and get supplies to local opposition/resistance groups. I think starting with nonviolent methods first protests, strikes, and cyber attacking government infrastructure would be best. When they inevitably retaliate with force then break out the milspec hardware. Raids should be focused and targeted on government forces civilian causalities only hurt us on the PR front. So we should avoid using explosives in populated areas, they're too indiscriminate. Save the ANFO for breaching remote bases in rural areas to capture hardware. If we're lucky we could possible even knock over a small staging depot for an armored unit capture some serious firepower. We'd have to use them sparingly, stick to hit and run, no direct offensives to avoid having them taken out by government air units.

Yeah this part where I wonder if I need new medication.

That's because they've been on ABDL boards. Also their basically mentally exhausted from three centuries of knowing the true nature of the 'verse and have zero fucks left to give. Basically stoic resignation

Since Kelly generally prefers to be toilet trained for meal times Laura puts an old school pair of training panties on her, purple with gold stars, before redressing them. The soft thick fabric is something Kelly always loves the feel of. Dinner is chicken parmesan, salad, bread and a low alcohol sangria mix. The food as always is delicious and Kelly is sitting in Laura’s lap as she cuts off pieces and feeds it to them. At end of the meal Kelly is feeling comfortably full when “Ready for the surprise?” “Yeah what is it?” “Well…” “Kelly I wanted to ask you something.” Kelly slightly nervous “Okay?” “You weren’t the only one to get some modifications and I’d like to try them out.” “Like my implants?” “No this was a genetic surgery. It modified my autonomic nervous and endocrine systems so that I can breastfeed on demand.” “Oh, you want to breastfeed me?” “You don’t seem too shocked.” “I mean in my home universe I was on ABDL sites for years and Sally at work, she’s a native Little, has talked about how her Amazon breastfeeds her so….” “I take it your aware of the possible side effects then?” “Yeah I actually did some research because hearing about Sally’s experiences got me curious. It’s seriously freaking amazing the stuff that’s in amazon breastmilk. As a scientist it’s mind blowing reading the medical literature on it. Besides the complex lipids, proteins, and sugars that make up the bulk of it there is some seriously wild stuff. Naturally produced opioids that are basically endorphin analogs. Compounds that act as muscle relaxants. Oxytocin, GABA agonists, and endocannabinoid analogs. Plus enzymes that break down norepinephrine which act at very precise rates and that can actually slice open the blood brain barrier then stitch it back closed.” “Kelly’s done her homework” Laura is beaming with maternal pride. “Now for the gold star can you tell me what this means in terms of it’s effects on the body?” Between having a geek out moment and the praise Kelly is almost bouncing in their seat. “Euphoria, disorientation, muscle weakness/coordination issues, drowsiness and occasionally temporary incontinence. In rare cases there can be short term memory loss.” “Excellent and you would still be okay with it?” “I mean the dependency rate is like two percent and most of those had a genetic predisposition to addiction or impulse control problems. Based on the literature it’s a hell of a lot safer than alcohol or driving for that matter. I’ve honestly been curious to try this and I figure worst case scenario I pass out and shit myself and at that point it’s not even my problem.” Kelly says with a smirk. “Well then would Kelly like some dessert?” Laura says as she pulls off her t-shirt exposing her breasts. Kelly climbs into her lap and looks at Laura with a shy expression. Laura guides them to her breast instructing her on how to get good suction going. Kelly’s efforts are rewarded with a spurt of warm creamy liquid that rapidly becomes a slightly thinner stream. It’s like nothing she’s ever tasted. It’s very sweet, but with faint umami undertones, rich dairy creaminess, and occasional herby and nutty notes that make her think of yerba matte and a pistachio milkshake respectively. As they finish off the left breast Kelly feels good. No she feels freaking amazing!. Everything is warm, her skin feels tingly and soft. She looks at Laura with a massive grin which as it’s returned makes her feel almost like she’s had a small cum. It’s like she can see the love radiating in Laura’s aura or something. She does feel a little bloated though. This problem is solved when Laura burps her causing her to full on spit up. Kelly is feeling way to good to give a fuck. She wants that other breast and that’s exactly what she’s going to get.

Okay I have to know what happens next. Also how did this guy get let into the school?

Yep, I want to hack an elevator so that their stuck in it and wind up pissing themselves (puts on guy Fawkes max and breaks out the canned Starbucks) Watch Dogs is giving me a lot of fun ideas for how to take the amazons down a peg.

My inner anarchist is howling bloody murder, like I've got a very strong urge to tag some buildings and DDOS some government sites. Although again in this situation I'd probably get even more aggressive, like full on deadsec.

Laura returns around seven just wanting to finish dinner and relax, thank God she had the sense to prep everything over the weekend. Looking into the living room she smiles at Kelly absorbed in her gaming session. Her nose picks up a familiar scent “Looks like Kelly’s had her afternoon poop.” Walking up to Kelly she ruffles her hair and the two share a quick peck on the lips before Laura lifts up the back of Kelly’s shortalls and diaper. Kelly doesn’t even react. Laura sniffs for confirmation and picks up the familiar scent of her Little’s mess. “Loamy, musky, and earthy Kelly definitely made a big one for me to clean up. Although I also picked up some off Sauerkraut like notes. She might be getting a little ketoacidic but I don’t think it’s anything to be worried about. I’ll make a note for Dr. Marshall though.” “So I take you won’t mind having a messy butt for another couple minutes little girl?” Laura says as she squeezes the aforementioned butt. “Nope.” Laura pops the chicken into the oven before picking up her messy Kelly and taking her up stairs to get changed. It’s become perfectly natural to the two of them and while the smell is strong for Laura it’s not unpleasant at least when Kelly’s not sick. It smells like Kelly and that’s why it doesn’t bother her. Every time she smells that she thinks of Kelly looking at her expectantly trust, nervous vulnerability, and love clearly written on her face as Laura cleans their warm soft intimate areas. It sounds completely out there, but she never feels as close to another human being as when she’s wiping this young woman’s ass.

I'm really rooting for Kelsey

Ch. 2 Kelly shakes her head coming back to reality, she is sitting in Laura’s lap in a fresh diaper, in one of the beanbag chairs. Laura is looking at her with an expression of amused contentment “So where did you go Kelly girl?” “Aspen” Laura looks at her knowingly and plants a kiss on top of her head. “Come on let’s finish getting you into your comfy clothes.” Laura goes into the closet and pulls out several different outfits, Kelly points to indicate the one she wants. “Always a classic.” Laura pulls a grey t-shirt over Kelly’s head that says, “Mommy’s Little Gamer” and helps her into pair of dark denim shortalls. Carrying Kelly down stairs Laura set’s them down on the couch. While Kelly fires up the game system Laura pops into the kitchen and pop’s out a few minutes later with snacks. “Ready Mom?” “Sorry Kelly I just got called in to put out a fire at the office something got screwed up with the course software and I have to go keep the TAs and IT people from killing each other. I’ll be back in a couple hours don’t worry I’ll have a special after dinner surprise to make up for it.” “Okay…” As Laura pulls out of the drive way Kelly can’t help feeling disappointed at missing their Friday afternoon gaming session, but sometimes shit happens and speaking of shit….. Kelly loudly breaks wind as a warm soft turd slips out of her into her shorts. Kelly couldn’t stop even if she wanted to. Smiling as she fills her diaper before cracking open her can of Coca-Cola Remix, Kelly sighs contentedly as she squirms feeling the warm soft mush spreading and coating her privates. Kelly now in full chill mode tucks into the small mini pizzas, basically the crunchy whole foods version of bagel bites, before starting her game session.

I mean yeah they'd probably want do an involuntary hold but if it's anything like it is here in the states before they can do that you have to show not just that their unstable but that they actually seriously intend to hurt themselves or someone else and you can't do that for more than 72 hours before you have to have a court hearing. I mean if self destructive behavior was all it took I probably would have been in and out of inpatient several times over the past couple years. Although honestly she could really use the help.

Yep

Personally I would have called rather than folded. Twenty four hours max before they figure out what's really going on. Then again I'm much more familiar with the workings of psychiatric medicine both from an academic and patient perspective.

When Kelly wakes everything is blurry at first. Then she can see the outlines of people standing over her. It’s Laura and one of the nurses. “How are you feeling Kelly?” “Okay kinda dizzy and out of it.” “That’s perfectly normal, your brain is getting used to having input from your actual body again. I’m just going to give you a quick once over and then you two can go get cleaned up.” The nurse quickly checks Kelly’s vitals and motor responses. Satisfied that everything is working normally. She leaves the two alone closing the door. “Well are you ready?” Laura is wearing an excited but nervous smile that matches Kelly’s. Her hospital gown can’t quite hide the large diaper sagging between her legs. “No but let’s do this…” Laura scoops Kelly and up and takes them into the bathroom. Placing Kelly on the sink so that they are standing there is a pause before Laura takes off Kelly’s hospital gown and rips the tapes off their diaper. Gasping in astonishment Kelly looks in the mirror then looks down and sees a gorgeous feminine sex between her legs. Taking her hands she begins slowly feel and manipulate the plump pink lips before sliding a finger experimentally inside and gasping in shock at the sensation. “Oh! Oh shit! I’ve never felt anything like that before! Laura thank you! It’s like ever sense I met you I feel right for the first time in like ever and now…” Kelly hugs Laura tightly her voice quavering with emotions “Laura… I want.. I want you to be the first person to touch my new body… Please?” Laura smiles before taking off her hospital gown and tearing off her soggy diaper throwing it into the trash with a wet plop. Scooping Kell up she takes them into the shower and gently caresses Kelly as she washes feeling new curves and the slightly different feel of their skin. Washing their hair before doing their chest and back. Kelly practically purring in appreciation as Laura massages her new c-cups. Then the moment truth Laura’s hand cups Kell’s new womanhood and she explodes trembling under the warm water as Laura holds her.

It's a really well written story but I find it hard to get invested when I find it difficult to sympathize with any of the characters. Also as a person on the spectrum I'm kinda uncomfortable with the term just being tossed out as panicked attempt to justify a girl who seems neurotypical's bad behavior. I mean I take two different meds for my shit and I've never almost caused an emergency landing.

It's all good I have a hard enough time reading people in person.

Sorry You just got my brain working and it spat out an idea. (looks sheepish)

Huh I'm going to go with anxiety dream then, most likely reflecting a combination of shame/guilt over some of her more selfish behaviors mixed with a bit of imposter syndrome. It's not uncommon for high achieving individuals to be highly perfectionistic and to doubt their own abilities. Fascinating. Now Margo I'm just going to finish fixing the last of the electrodes, and this strap will detect your breathing. Lowers large cylindrical helmet. Now this is going be our first test of the multinput neuroscan on dream analysis, we are very hopeful about the potential insights into the nature of sleep and consciousness. Hopefully it will also help us with this anxiety dream you keep having. It combines HMRI, with electrography, and infrared measure of blood flow to give complete rea ltime imagery of brain activity. We will actually be able to visualize your dream on the screen and record it. To prepare you for this I'm going to put you in a hypnotic state. Now I want you to focus on this metronome, with each tick you will count back from thirty. Deep breaths, picture the place where you feel most safe. Are you there? Good, now picture a door opening and step through. I want you to focus on what you felt at the start of the dream, then what it smelled like, filling in sound and images as you go....... Feel free to use that last part if you want

So is this using the same magic system as your other one?

I'm eager to see how they get out of this. I could honestly live with the mobility impairments and loss of continence, it would be a bastard of an adjustment period but I could handle it, the other effects however...... The cognitive ones seem like a mix of TBI and dementia, so yeah my internal wiring's already enough of a flaming hot mess with the autism and mixed anxiety/depression (which may or may not actually be borderline). I'd take any way out I could

Yeah that's what I was afraid of, if that and counter spelling failed, I'd probably work on trying again for about six months to year before I'd probably take well... that last option. Wouldn't be that hard I'd prefer the pharmaceutical route but all you really need is to find something glass and break it. The reason I set that deadline is because, well everybody breaks eventually, and in my case I'd probably check out and go full catatonic. Like zero reaction or response to anything. I'd rather go out on my own terms before that happens.