Magdalena's Lovers

[Elbs]

This story was inspired by a suggestion from a guy on FetLife.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16054871/chapters/37482467

Magdalena seems like a caring nurse, who’s dedicated her life to a care home for mentally disabled young adults. But the reality is much darker. Magdalena is not human, and her care home is a safe place for her and others of her kind to feed on the minds of her former lovers. Ari, Magdalena’s newest lover, has no idea what is in store for him.

(Question: should I repost chapters here, or is posting the link like this sufficient? What do people prefer?)

[TheChronicler]

Definitely chapters. This is a storyboard, share the story. 

[Elbs]

As Magdalena opened the door to Rudolf’s apartment, a horrible smell wafted out. When she stepped inside, she could see why.

Unwashed plates with rotting leftovers dotted every available countertop, but that wasn’t the worst of it. No, the bulk of the stink came from the dirty diapers, wet spots, and even a couple piles of human feces lying all over the floor.

He came to greet her wearing nothing but a sagging, overloaded diaper. “Sorry ’bout mess.” He said, picking the one cleanest route through the filth to meet her at the door.

She sighed—clearly, she’d left him living alone too long. In her defense, he’d hidden the decline better than usual. Speech typically declined faster than it had for him, and he’d been unusually reticent to talk about his difficulties. She hadn’t realized he was losing continence until his first accident with her at his second-last feeding, and he’d insisted it was an isolated incident. Clearly not, if the state of his apartment was anything to go by.

But she put on a smile, as if she saw nothing wrong. “Ready for our date?” She asked, offering her arm.

Seemingly heedless of his dirty diaper and general state of undress, he linked his arm in hers, and let her lead him out to her car.

There, she made him wait as she spread out a protective plastic sheet on the back passenger seat—she didn’t want his diaper leaking onto her upholstery. He seemed confused as he waited, frowning at her actions. “You too clean.” He finally said.

“Just a precaution. You did say you’ve been wetting yourself.” She said, moving aside and waving him in.

He frowned up at her as he sat. “I been wettin’ ’self?” Then he looked down and seemed startled. “I wearin’ diapuh!”

She did up his seatbelt, then nudged his legs inside the car and closed the door, going around to the driver’s seat. “Don’t worry about it.” She said, and he relaxed, seemingly forgetting all about his difficulties. “We’re going somewhere very special for our date.”

When they arrived at the care home, Rudolf grew confused again. “What dis place?” He asked, stopping in the doorway. “What do here?” Mila, one of Magdalena’s servants, nodded knowingly and began preparing a chair for him.

“It’s OK.” She doubted he was still capable of writing, so she clasped his head in both hands and kissed him. As she did, she started to feed on him again, pulling him into a trance. When she ended the kiss, his eyes were unfocused, and he followed her unresisting to the seat covered in plastic.

Her servant laid the papers in front of him and handed him the pen, and then she rested her hand on his head, psychically guiding him to initial the corner of each page and then sign the last page. Once he’d signed, Mila and Paul, another servant, each signed, giving her enduring power of attorney and signing over all of Rudolf’s assets—such as they were—to her.

Then she led him, still in the feeding haze, into his new room. She laid him out on his bed, the protective sheet over the mattress crinkling as he laid down. He started to come out of the haze just as she finished putting on his new diaper. “Buh.” He said, leaning on his elbows to look at her. A line of drool fell from his lips as he smiled.

“Much better, isn’t it?” She asked. “Don’t worry. Nurse Magdalena will make sure you’re well taken care of.”

He pushed himself up, getting to his feet unsteadily. “Guh.”

“Do you want your supper?” She asked. “OK, let’s go see what the cook has prepared for us.”

The mess hall was full of people. Her former boyfriends—and a few girlfriends—toddled, hobbled or wheeled in, with a chorus of babbling, moaning, and the occasional halting words. “Food! Mah-dah, food!” One of her former boyfriends, Josef, exclaimed in a slurred voice, clapping his hands as he hurried to the canteen. Unlike Rudolf, he was fully clothed, but his pants were riding down, showing his diaper.

Each of them were accompanied by her caregivers. Some were human thralls, resistent enough to her power that they wouldn’t decline or provide a good meal if fed on, but susceptible enough to her control that they cared for her former lovers without questioning any of the strange things they saw.

Others, like Mila and Paul, were her own kind, weaker individuals who followed her because she provided them with ready meals. If not fed on, her former lovers would gradually recover, as Josef demonstrated—he’d been nonverbal when he moved in, three years ago, and had regained rudimentary speech numerous times during his stay. No doubt one of her servants would feed on him soon. Josef was one of the better meals, since his recovery was faster than most. She wondered how Rudolf would compare.

Rudolf stood clutching her arm, seemingly overwhelmed by the noise and the crowd. Poor boy. It did always take awhile for them to adjust to their new surroundings. “Come on, Rudolf, let’s get your food.”

She directed him into the line-up behind Agata, who’d been her girlfriend nine months ago. Now, Agata gave a drooly smile to Rudolf, who grinned back. “Are you flirting with Rudolf, Aggie?” Magdalena teased, remembering that Agata had described herself as bisexual, back when she could talk.

Rudolf seemed entranced, his shyness forgotten. He started to sneak a hand into his diaper, but Magdalena grabbed his wrist. “No! That’s dirty! Only in your room!” She scolded him. He gave her a look of dismay, then stared at his hand, confused.

The line moved forward and Magdalena nudged Rudolf. “It’s your turn, sweetie. Get your food.” He smiled again as he saw the plate of mashed potatoes and fries, accepting the tray in his unsteady grip. Magdalena helped him carry it to his seat, and he immediately grabbed a handful of mashed potatoes, cramming them into his mouth.

After Rudolf had been fed, washed, changed and put to bed, Magdalena sat beside his cot with her laptop. As she prepared the online job listing, Rudolf tried to put his hand in his diaper again, but found his access blocked by the sleeper Magdalena had dressed him in. He rubbed the front of his diaper instead, his breath coming in faster as he grew more aroused. Soon, he was humping the pillow in his cot.

Magdalena sighed. Mila would’ve enjoyed the show, she knew. Most of her kind liked sex, either with each other or with humans, and Mila in particular had a fascination with the sexuality of drained humans. But Magdalena just found it annoying and disgusting. She wished Rudolf would just settle down and get to sleep already.

But he didn’t. As she wrote that she was looking for someone with a ‘strong stomach and a good work ethic’ to help clean the apartment of a dementia patient who’d recently moved into a care home, Rudolf began to let out little gasps as his self-stimulation intensified. He stared at her as he did it, making her feel vaguely uncomfortable despite his fully-dressed state.

He finally came into his diaper with a loud groan, and collapsed facedown on his bed, a dopey grin on his face. Drool dripped onto his pillow. Magdalena shot him a smile, relieved that he was done, then returned her focus to her typing.

By the time she hit post, Rudolf was asleep.

 

 

Ari was new in town. He’d just graduated high school last fall. His parents had wanted him to go to the university his father was a professor at, but no way—he couldn’t stand his father, and wanted to get as far away from him as possible. For his choice, his parents had decided to shun him, which suited him just fine.

But he had to make a living, and he soon learned that the job market wasn’t particularly kind to workers with no diploma and no experience. As he was passed over for job after job, his savings began to dwindle. If he didn’t get hired soon, he’d either wind up on the street or need to eat his pride and ask for his parents’ help.

The job he’d just applied to, helping to clean the apartment of a dementia patient, sounded particularly unappealing—especially considering that a ‘strong stomach’ was listed as a qualification. He shuddered to imagine how awful the state of that apartment must be. But the pay would easily cover his rent and living expenses.

He got a call back, which was encouraging. Did he dare hope that he’d actually get hired for something? There couldn’t be a lot of people eager to apply for a job like this, right?

When he showed up for his interview at the care home, Ari was greeted by a gorgeous woman who introduced herself as Magdalena. She had an ample bosom, sleek black hair, olive skin and deep brown eyes. She had curves in all the right places, and he admired her hips as she turned to lead him to the interview room.

On the way, he saw a strawberry blond, freckled man in a wheelchair, gnawing on his fist—obviously a patient. As he looked up and met Ari’s eyes, looking confused, Ari wondered what was wrong with him. He seemed too young for dementia—wasn’t that something that affected the elderly? Had he suffered a brain injury? Or was he born mentally challenged?

Further in the hallway, Ari was almost hit by a swinging door as another patient, a brown-haired man with striking blue eyes, came toddling through. “Ah-gah!” He greeted Ari, before being hastily dragged back by a nurse. He, too, was a young man, not much older than Ari himself. Ari hadn’t expected to see so many young patients at a care home that had recently accepted someone with dementia.

But what did it matter how old the patients were? What mattered was getting the job so he could pay his rent. He shook off his thoughts and hurried after the woman interviewing him.

The interview started with questions about his experience and references, always awkward given how little of either he had. Then, it transitioned into a discussion of his character and work skills, and from there, Ari found himself spilling his guts about his conflict with his father and his desperate living situation.

Dimly, he knew that his complaining was very unprofessional, and would probably rule him out as a candidate, but he couldn’t seem to stop. Something about Magdalena’s sympathetic eyes and murmured encouragements just compelled him to tell her everything on his mind.

To his horror, he even found himself commenting on how young the two patients he’d seen were. Magdalena chuckled and explained that elderly patients usually went to homes specializing in elder care, while this home specialized in young adults—a mix of patients with brain injuries, developmental disabilities, and early-onset dementia.

“Most people think of dementia as something that only affects the elderly.” She explained. “But in reality, dementia is an umbrella term for hundreds of different conditions, which each have a different age of onset. Depending on the diagnosis, some people can have onset of dementia in young adulthood, or even in childhood.”

“Like the guy whose place you want cleaned?” Ari asked.

“Yes. His particular form of dementia strikes rapidly, over the course of a few months, and it often strikes very young men.” She said. “Unfortunately, no one realized how badly-off he was for awhile, and he made quite a mess of his apartment. He really should have come to live with us much sooner.”