LittleFallenPrincess Posted February 2 Author Posted February 2 2 hours ago, Moon3ye said: I'm really curious to see where this will lead. So far it's too nice for the way you usually write. I'm keeping a close eye on everything It is? We're only four chapters in an there was a lot of dark stuff happening I don't see how thats nice! 1 hour ago, Babypants said: Given the bit about him being a female trapped in a male body, I'm wondering why conventional therapy didn't work for him. In a case like this, regression therapy has a low chance of success. And a year without exposure to sunlight? We're talking osteoporosis and a form of depression called SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) right out of the gate. So, Ceres is piling one lie on top of another, which leads me to wonder what this place is really all about. Guess we'll find out in time. Trans woman And speaking as a trans woman from the UK... our mental health services and especially our gender clinics are terrible. Like... absolutely horrendous. Extremely long waiting lists (talking years, not weeks or months). And even then, conventional therapy doesn't always work, especially for trans people. Because a lot of therapists don't know how to help trans people. I've personally had some terrible mental health practitioners that make me doubt all professionals. And I'm not the only trans person from the UK to suffer this, I know that for a fact. 1 hour ago, Little Lamb said: Insert here transphobia warning... (also the story happens in TERF Island, as far as I know.) Can't answer for everyone of us, but that definition isn’t very inclusive for most trans people. Very easy to work around with some special-made light-bulbs. (UV-A with white light I think) I heard about regression as a form of therapy for trauma once or twice, have no idea if it's legit, but within the trans demographic severe traumatic experiences are a dime a dozen... That's for sure, not exactly about what you said, but she's surely painting a much more optimistic and pretty picture than What's probably reality. Still unsure if they already know about the MC actual gender... Hope it goes well anyway. Hit the nail on the head with all these, well done :3 Especially regarding the traumatic experiences thing with trans people. As for the reality of this place? I'm sure it'll all be revealed soon enough. Though this is a much longer story than my usual (I'm already like 40 chapters into writing it and I'm *maybe* half way :P) so maybe it won't be revealed for a while... 2
Babypants Posted February 2 Posted February 2 2 hours ago, Little Lamb said: Very easy to work around with some special-made light-bulbs. (UV-A with white light I think) True. There is a work around for this problem, although the light has to be directed (lamp), not diffuse (room lighting). The real problem is SAD; this has to do with upsetting the body's circadian rhythms. There is no alternative to sunlight that I am aware of.
Babypants Posted February 2 Posted February 2 1 hour ago, LittleFallenPrincess said: our mental health services and especially our gender clinics are terrible. Like... absolutely horrendous. Extremely long waiting lists (talking years, not weeks or months). Whether government sponsored or for profit corporate, long wait times are the norm for all services, and here in the US the quality of care across the entire continuum of medical practice has declined badly. Anyone who doesn't thoroughly research their issues before seeing a doctor is adding another risk factor to their problem. Personally, I prefer the medical and dental care that I receive in Bangkok over what I get in America. Not being familiar with your earlier work, I am reading this story as a stand alone. At Noah's age, what he has already experienced would have triggered a host of red flags for me. Staff are using code identifiers rather than cover names, and their victims are mostly individuals that can go missing without raising alarms (actually very hard to do in a modern surveillance state unless this outfit is government backed). And staff as well as security are visibly armed with tasers? How long will it take for Noah to realize that he is being tracked by surveillance cameras? Any young adult with half a functioning brain should figure out that something stinks about this setup PDQ.
Little Lamb Posted February 2 Posted February 2 5 hours ago, Babypants said: True. There is a work around for this problem, although the light has to be directed (lamp), not diffuse (room lighting). The real problem is SAD; this has to do with upsetting the body's circadian rhythms. There is no alternative to sunlight that I am aware of. Simply regulate time exposure. Problem solved. 4 hours ago, Babypants said: Whether government sponsored or for profit corporate, long wait times are the norm for all services No it's not?! The US has a whole problem with healthcare, but lots of other places don't. E.G. most western european countries, Brazil, Japan... And even if it was, which isn't for like almost half the planet, the reality of Trans afirmative care in the UK is much worse than some long ass lines... Not only there, but around the whole world, trans people are institutionally targeted as "problems" and our lives are made miserable in every little possible aspect, just for being ourselves. Please do some actual research and look into other's realities besides yours before spouting nonsense in public. 5 hours ago, Babypants said: At Noah's age, what he has already experienced would have triggered a host of red flags for me. Yep, kinda the point of what THEY are going through, not many people try damn stupid suicide so young, specially in rich countries. Please refer to my previous paragraph... 5 hours ago, Babypants said: Any young adult with half a functioning brain should figure out that something stinks about this setup Sometimes that's the point of fiction, sometimes it'll be adressed later. Kinda early for critiquing the most cliché setup on the site??? I completely disagree with the very hard part of making someone go missing, not easy sure, but not for the reasons you stated. Specially with their "target audience" For the rest Yeah, it creeps everyone out... again, kinda the point of the show, please have some popcorn...
TerranV Posted February 2 Posted February 2 I'm fortunate to live in a more progressive state in the US so I was able to access trans healthcare pretty easily. But I know that for many others here it isn't the case and is probably gonna get worse. I knew it was difficult in the UK but didn't know how bad. 1
Eagle0769 Posted February 3 Posted February 3 Interesting story so far. Don't understand what little lamb is talking about? Did I miss something? 😞
LittleFallenPrincess Posted February 5 Author Posted February 5 Chapter 5: Promise Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Silence. The only thing making any noise right now was that other guy… ‘Ollie’. He was sleeping soundly enough, barely making a noise, but due to the deafening silence… that’s all I could hear and focus on. He looked so peaceful. So… happy? Just sleeping there… sucking on his dummy… His jet black hair was tucked behind his ear, showing his rather youthful face. Gotta say, he looked almost… cute? Would… would I be that cute? Wait, what am I saying, I’m already dressed just like him. So… Do I look as cute as he does? I’d probably say no, but I’m not exactly unbiased when it comes to my own appearance. I still believe I’m the ugliest creature ever created, despite how many people say how cute I am. Looking around the room, trying to distract myself from that question, I took in this very infantile room. This… nursery… was ours, I guess? We’d be sleeping here… playing here… being changed… oh god… I actually have to use these nappies? From the stacks of spare ones underneath the large wooden changing table… I’m going to assume I will have to eventually, though from the weight of mine… I’ve got a feeling I must have already done so during my sleep, probably because of the sleep meds they gave me. I… wet… a nappy… my nappy… Now, I’m guessing most people would be freaking out right about now. And I’m not talking about the whole ‘kidnapped and reraised into better people’ thing. I think just the act of wetting your nappy, even consciously… would send most people into a panic. I… just didn’t care at this point. It was either this… or I’d be in a casket six feet under the ground. And with the promise that I’ll get better after this, as fucked up as this is, I mean can you blame me for wanting to give it a go? If it doesn’t work… I’ve got free room and free food. And I’m having everything taken care of for me for the first time since my Mum was alive. Sure, the requirements to get all that are a bit… unusual… but hey… I’m not exactly hating the feeling of this wet nappy between my legs right now. Ask me again later when I need to go number two though. Maybe I’ll think differently. Then just as I was prodding my already soaked nappy, trying to get used to this weird, but slightly pleasant feeling… the door opened. And it wasn’t Ceres. “Good evening, Noah,” she said. “Umm… hi?” I replied, nervously, as the woman walked over and sat down in Ceres’ place. Her whole demeanour was very different to Ceres. She seemed a lot more… official, if that’s the right word? She looked like she was more upper management than one of the ones on the floor. But the thing about her… is whilst she wore a gorgeous black fitted suit, which hugged her curves perfectly and matched her black heels… She also wore a veil that was attached to a small feminine hat, which obscured her face and hair. Which to me was a little weird and a little scary. She was clearly hiding something. “I’m Miss Fraus,” she said, with her voice just oozing confidence. She had clearly worked on it for years to get it sounding so demanding and dominant. “Not ‘Nanny’?” I asked. “No, Noah. Miss. I’m on the board for Elysium.” “Elysium? I heard Joy talking about Elysium. Is that what this place is called?” “Yes, it is.” ”You’re also avoiding the cute little pet names like Ceres does, I’ve noticed…” “Yes, I am.” “And why is that?” “Because, Noah, I’m going to be honest with you. I’m going to treat you like an adult, because honestly… you shouldn’t have been brought here in the first place.” “That’s not what Ceres said.” “And Ceres got a stern talking to, believe me. But… she also wasn’t wrong.” “Okay, now you’ve got me a little confused. Am I supposed to be here or not? Will you kick me out? Wipe my mind with some fancy little device?” “Ceres did something she shouldn’t have. But for the right reasons. And after going through your history, your medical records, and watching you with her…” “Watching me?” She pointed up, above her head, without even turning around. And my heart nearly stopped beating at the tiny little black dot in the corner of the nursery. “We watch everywhere. If you want to stay, you will have to get used to it. You will also not divulge this information, or any information I give to you to any other resident here. Okay?” “I…” “I said, okay? Because otherwise… I will wipe your mind and leave you somewhere with only your name and the clothes on your back.” I couldn’t tell if she was joking or if she was being serious. Her voice made it sound like she was serious, and I couldn’t see her face still, it was still being obscured by the veil. “I… okay,” I replied, nervously. “You… are getting information no other new starter would get.” “Aren’t you scared Ollie will wake up and hear?” “Ollie won’t be waking up until morning, trust me.” “I… okay.” “You know what this place is. We heard your conversation with Ceres. And we genuinely believe… This institute can help you. I believe Ceres can help you. But due to your… circumstances… I am bending the rules for the first time ever… and giving you enough information as to allow you to give consent to our treatment.” “What about the others? Do they not get to consent?” “Some of the others have earned criminal records. The others can be violent. The others would choose to leave in a heartbeat if they were given the opportunity… and they would get worse out there in the world. So we keep them here. Against their will, yes. Because we would be doing a disservice if we allowed such behaviour to continue, when we have the power to stop it. Now trust me, we don’t take in people we believe we can’t save. Extremely violent ones, rapists, murderers, those kinds of people aren’t considered for our treatment.” “What about Ollie? So he can’t leave? What did he do that earned himself three years in a nursery? Didn’t he just get drunk or something?” “Ollie… had a bit of an issue with drinking. He wasn’t an alcoholic, but when he’s drunk he gets a little… problematic, to put it nicely. I don’t share others' pasts. At some point though, they will need to look back at what they have done and learn from it. Learn to be better. And our regression therapy will help them become better people.” “So… Ollie just doesn’t drink and voila! Problem solved. No need for regression or kidnapping him.” “Hun… if it was that easy we wouldn’t be here. Ollie’s friends tried to help. But one too many times… he got involved with the police. And now he’s facing criminal charges for one drunken mistake. We saved him from prison time and once he’s finished his three years here, he’ll be free to be a new man, and won’t want to drink again.” “So it’s basically one prison for another…”I sighed, rolling my eyes at this ‘Miss Fraus’. “I’d like to think we’re infinitely better than a prison. We like to… nurture… our residents.” I could almost hear the smile behind the veil. The one I couldn’t see… but knew was there. “Right. So. You take people, illegally, and treat them like babies. Then you let them go. What’s your success rate?” “One hundred percent.” Bullshit. No treatment has a one hundred percent success rate. …Right? “And how long have you been going?” “You’re our fourth year now.” “So three years of one hundred percent… wow. And why do you think this will work on me and my issues? I don’t have issues with the law, I have a… kinda steady job… I have… had a girlfriend. I just…” “Sweetie…” There’s the softness I knew was there. No one could run a place like this without having some kindness in their heart. Unless they were all lying through their teeth and this was going to be actual torture… “Yes?” “You tried to walk off a bridge last night. You need help. And the NHS is not helping. No one is. You’re alone. You have been since-” “Don’t,” I warned her, sternly. “See. You need help. And I genuinely believe we can help. So as Ceres promised… three months. If in three months you feel like we aren’t helping, like this isn’t working… you may leave. Provided you sign some NDA’s… of course. You give me three months, and don’t tell anyone about our little conversation or what you know about this place already… and if you don’t want to stay by the time it reaches Christmas, you can leave.” I didn’t know if I could trust this woman. Who says she’ll actually let me leave in three months if that’s what I want? Who says she won’t keep me here the full three years against my will? “But…” she continued, “If you choose to stay at that point, you will stay for the full duration, okay?” “Okay… couple more questions.” “Okay sweetie, but then that’s it.” “So we get treated like babies. We have to… use… umm…” “You will have to wet and mess your nappies, yes. Though it’s clear you’re already used to and accepting the former.” “I… look… I was expecting worse…” I replied, blushing a little, my cheeks burning up. “You took it surprisingly well, I must admit. Usually the others are screaming and shouting and threatening us.” “Will… Ollie be like that?” “Maybe? He doesn’t react well to things out of his control. So I was going to ask… could you help him?” “Ha… wait, what? You want me to betray the guy I may be sharing a room with for three years? To manipulate him into being a ‘good little boy’?” “Yes.” “Wow… not even going to sugarcoat it, eh?” “Nope. You don’t have to, of course, but then you’ll be stuck with a very awkward roommate, one who may end up gagged and tied into his crib. Not much conversation at that point.” “I… will try to be there for him. That’s all though. I’m not pushing him to do anything he doesn’t want to do.” “I knew you’d say that. Like I said, you’re not supposed to be here, Noah. You’re too good of a person to need a place here. It’s other people who have let you down and betrayed you that have caused you to be here. So yes, that’s fine. Ollie is a good lad… but he needs a bit of guidance. Ceres can only do so much. And if you’re a good influence… Maybe he’ll be good too. Right, is that everything?” “I…” I wanted to ask about something. But… Now was not the right time. I was still a bit shaken from being kidnapped and told I’m going to spend at least three months as an adult baby… to come out and say what I wanted to say… would be too much. “No. I think that’s it. Could… and I know this is silly. Because you could just lie, you could manipulate me, and I’m not in any position to argue. You don’t even have to let me go, you could keep me here forever… but could you please promise me something?” “Promise you what, sweetheart?” “Promise me… this will help me. Promise me and I will sign anywhere you need to sign. It’s not like I have any other options outside going back to that bridge. I’m willing to give anything a shot. Even if it’s as ridiculous as wearing a nappy and shitting myself.” “Language…” she warned me, sternly. “Sorry. Just… please? I need it.” Miss Fraus stood up, walked over to the crib, bent over the rails, cupped my face with her hand, and whispered to me softly. “I will personally make sure of it, sweetheart.” ------------------------------- After she had left, the tingles in my body still stuck around for a minute or so, long enough for Ceres to walk back in. “Now sweetie, do you think you can go back to sleep now? It’s late for you, and you’ve got a busy tomorrow,” Ceres said, in her soft Scottish accent. “It is?” I couldn’t tell the time, the lack of windows made it difficult to tell what time it was. And with the enforced sleep I had earlier from the Doc… my body clock was all messed up. “What… are we doing? If you can tell me of course…” I asked. “You spend the first week in here. It’s all about you adapting to being a baby again, and allowing me to take care of you. You’ll get used to your new diet, your lack of walking, being changed, being nursed, all that fun stuff. It’s also the time for you to get to know Ollie, as you should only ever see me and him in the first week. You shouldn’t see Miss Fraus again for a while, if ever.” “What about after the first week?” “Next week you’ll be allowed into the playroom, though only on the boys side.” This made my stomach churn. I did not like the sound of that. I was hoping I’d be able to go hang out with the girls straight away… but it’s looking like it’ll be a while before that happens. “You’ll make friends with the other boys…” she said, not noticing me shivering with disgust as she said ‘other’, “... and then eventually you’ll merge with the girl’s side in the middle playroom, though that’s around the one month mark, depending on progress made on both sides.” “So the girls… and the boys… are split?” “Yes hun. The girls' nurseries are on the other side of the basement. It gives them a bit of space from the boys, so they feel safer.” ‘What about me? Why do I have to feel unsafe?’ I thought to myself as she just smiled at me, hovering above me, leaning on the crib rail. But of course I couldn’t tell her that. I can’t tell her why I don’t want to be here, with Ollie… with the boys… “You okay, baby?” she asked, sounding concerned. “Yeah…” I sighed. “You sure?” “I’m fine,” I replied, smiling at her, putting my best fake smile on. The one I’m used to at this point. “Well let’s get you tucked in. I won’t read you a bedtime story tonight, as you’re supposed to be asleep like Ollie.” She quickly lowered the crib rail so she could tuck me in properly, even going as far as tucking my covers under me… …Just like Mum used to… “Noah?” she said, looking me in the eye as she raised the crib rail now that I was all snuggly. “Yes… Nanny?” “I’m glad you decided to stay. And that you’re willing to give this a shot.” Her smile… her voice… I genuinely believed she was happy for me right now. And that alone… that was going to give me the drive to at least see these next three months through. She left quietly, turning the already dim lights completely off, before closing and locking the door behind me. I felt so peaceful, so comfy… And then I realised I hadn’t been changed yet. I was going to have to wait until morning to get out of this soggy nappy. God I hope it doesn’t give me a rash or anything. Surely they wouldn’t let that happen? Shrugging, I lay my head back, closed my eyes… and it was at that moment that my brain replayed a little snippet from our conversations tonight. ‘What did she mean by… nursing?’ ====================================================== Just for clarity: Current wait times for a first appointment for UK Gender services... about 5-8 years depending on where you live. And even then, we are still treated like a mental illness. And the appointments are dehumanising. And they don't offer the most up to date medication for trans people. Trust me, as someone who has gone through the gender clinics... it sucks. So bad. And trans kids can't even access gender affirming care anymore here. Our country was very anti-trans to begin with, but it's getting even worse now. And it's even worse over the other side of the pond right now. Hence why some people (like Noah), may try to talk themselves out of being trans. I realised I was trans over a decade ago, but even then, back when trans people were starting to be more accepted, I found it easier to just not transition, to doubt myself, to pretend I wasn't trans. Obviously that changed eventually, but I did tell you I put a lot of myself in this story. Noah's feelings did not come from nowhere. Also, please remember this is a fictional story. I know there are a lot of health problems with locking someone in a basement for a year, but this is also an institute who can give super strength to their Nannies and has access to advanced technology. 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Moon3ye Posted February 5 Posted February 5 Regarding the debate about healthcare that has taken precedence. I come from Germany and even if not everything is perfect, I have excellent healthcare here in Germany and unlike in the USA, for example, I don't have to worry about going into debt if I have to go to hospital or that even an insurance company will refuse to pay for vital care (unlike insurance companies in the USA whose CEOs are no longer with us). And even if there is room for improvement, I wouldn't change it because without German care (for example with US care) I would have been dead a long time ago. Also as far as the disappearance of people is concerned. I don't know what kind of surveillance state he's talking about (maybe it's even worse in the USA now than we all know) but disappearing in Germany if you want to is not that difficult if you want to. The good thing is that we have had the so-called self-determination law in Germany since last year, which at least makes the legal registration of gender (male to female, female to male or even to non-binary) incredibly easy and also the preparation for hormone therapy and surgery. Of course, we currently have to defend it in the face of what could come to power here, but we won't let it be taken away from us. 2
Eagle0769 Posted February 5 Posted February 5 Ok so you don't want to discribe what he looks like but the word nurse caught my attention too?
LittleFallenPrincess Posted February 5 Author Posted February 5 57 minutes ago, Moon3ye said: Regarding the debate about healthcare that has taken precedence. I come from Germany and even if not everything is perfect, I have excellent healthcare here in Germany and unlike in the USA, for example, I don't have to worry about going into debt if I have to go to hospital or that even an insurance company will refuse to pay for vital care (unlike insurance companies in the USA whose CEOs are no longer with us). And even if there is room for improvement, I wouldn't change it because without German care (for example with US care) I would have been dead a long time ago. Also as far as the disappearance of people is concerned. I don't know what kind of surveillance state he's talking about (maybe it's even worse in the USA now than we all know) but disappearing in Germany if you want to is not that difficult if you want to. The good thing is that we have had the so-called self-determination law in Germany since last year, which at least makes the legal registration of gender (male to female, female to male or even to non-binary) incredibly easy and also the preparation for hormone therapy and surgery. Of course, we currently have to defend it in the face of what could come to power here, but we won't let it be taken away from us. Yeah having free healthcare is the best. Just a shame our free healthcare hates trans people. 4 minutes ago, Eagle0769 said: Ok so you don't want to discribe what he looks like but the word nurse caught my attention too? We know some basics of what he looks like.
Eagle0769 Posted February 5 Posted February 5 3 hours ago, LittleFallenPrincess said: Yeah having free healthcare is the best. Just a shame our free healthcare hates trans people. We know some basics of what he looks like. Yes she can pick him up and she called him baby and a grown man and a little so how big/little is he how much does he weigh and how old is he. My kind of story but no one saved me it was the help line that did that. He might be someone's baby at the end of this story maybe even Ceres baby which would be Ok 🙂 1
LittleFallenPrincess Posted February 5 Author Posted February 5 8 minutes ago, Eagle0769 said: Yes she can pick him up and she called him baby and a grown man and a little so how big/little is he how much does he weigh and how old is he. My kind of story but no one saved me it was the help line that did that. He might be someone's baby at the end of this story maybe even Ceres baby which would be Ok 🙂 He's 26, it says so in chapter two. He's got blonde hair long enough to put in a ponytail, which is mentioned in chapter 1. He is 5'9, also stated in an earlier chapter. I don't mention his weight yet I don't think, but he's only slightly overweight. 1
LittleFallenPrincess Posted February 9 Author Posted February 9 Chapter 6: Oliver Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- I awoke in an unfamiliar place. But as my eyes began adjusting once again, I realised I was in the same place as I was last night. Must say… It was weird waking up with bars surrounding me, keeping me in. It was weirder still waking up to find myself still dressed in the same ridiculously babyish outfit I was dressed in yesterday. What was the weirdest thing though… was that I no longer felt a heaviness between my legs as I scooched up in my crib a bit. “I…” “Good morning, sweetie…” Ceres said as she wandered over from the changing table, where it appeared she had been organising it or something like that. “How did you sleep?” “I… umm… pretty good?” I wasn’t lying either. For the first time in forever, if you don’t count the forced sleep I had at the hands of the Doctor yesterday… I actually slept well. “Good! Don’t worry about getting up or anything. The first week is pretty relaxed. Just sit there in your crib, relax, get used to this place. You’re going to be spending a lot of time in here, so you may as well start to think of it as your nursery.” “What about…?” “Ollie? Poor thing is still tuckered out. He was a bit of a brat when we had to get his nappy on, and even more so when we told him his fate here.” “So… umm…” I said, nervously trailing off a bit. “Yes, Noah?” “Can I ask a few more questions?” “The time for your questions was last night, sweet baby.” “I… umm… please?” I asked, using my best pleading face alongside the cute voice. “Provided they’re not about what we talked about last night…” “I mean… a bit?” She took one look at me and sighed. I always seemed to have this effect on people. I used to do it to my Mum all the time and she’d give in almost instantly. “Okay fine, but quickly before Oliver wakes up. He isn’t allowed to know any of the truth behind this place, not until he graduates anyway.” “Firstly… What story did you tell Ollie? You never said what you told him and the rest of them… so what story am I supposed to go with?” “Oh… well aren’t you a clever little baby! I guess we didn’t. Okay well… just that you’re in here because you’re being regressed. Didn’t give a specific timeframe to him, didn’t tell him exactly what will happen, only that you’re going to be treated like babies. No specific details other than that. That you were all naughty in some way and needed reraising. Oh and they don’t know there are two years of people above them like you do.” “Okay…” “And your other questions?” “Umm… did… did you…?” I really struggled to say this one. It was too embarrassing. “Did I what, precious?” “Did you… ch… cha…” “Change you? Yes sweetie. You were out like a light, and I didn’t want you sleeping in a wet nappy for that long. So I carried you to the changing table.” “And I didn’t wake up at all during it?” “Nope. The sleepy medication was still in your system, so you were pretty out of it.” “So… you’re gonna be… umm… that… umm… intimate? Every time?” “Yes baby. That’s what Nannies do. But don’t worry, I’ve seen it all.” “I…” I did not like the idea of her seeing me like that. I already felt bad just thinking about anything to do with that before I was kidnapped here. But now… this… ugh… I was going to have to get used to this. I’ll swallow my disgust and just deal with it I guess. I’ve handled worse. She seems pretty accepting and lovely though, so maybe if it’s too much… maybe… she’ll figure a way to make it less uncomfortable for me? “Do you have any more questions?” she asked, bringing me out of my little trance. Okay. This is the most embarrassing one. Because if it's what I think it is… I’m going to die of embarrassment today, let alone make it through three months of this. “You said… Last night… umm… n… n… n…” I couldn’t keep my eyes off her breasts as I mumbled and stuttered and struggled to say what I needed to say. They really were big enough to… do what I think she meant… but maybe I’m mistaken and she meant via a bottle or something? “I was wondering if you picked up on that last night,” she said, giggling and smiling down at me. “Yes sweetie, you are expected to do that. All the nannies take special medication so we can feed our charges.” “I… umm…” “Oh dear, I think I broke my baby already…” Her adorable giggling wasn’t helping. “But don’t worry, poppet, you’ll love it. Trust me. You probably won’t be able to get enough of it. Luckily I have enough for two…” “So what… you’re nursemaids, nannies, therapists, guardians… and apparently strong enough to lift me up and carry me to the changing table? Do they post an advert on a job site or something? ‘Looking for Nanny. Must be able to nurse an adult, lift them, and also play therapist?’” Thankfully, she found this hilarious as she began laughing loudly. Loudly enough for it to cause Oliver in the crib over the other side of the nursery to stir. “I… uhh… what the…?” he mumbled to himself as he instinctively spat the dummy out and rolled over onto his side, facing me, his eyes still shut. “What the hell…” As his eyes opened, I stared at him, not knowing what to say or how to greet this complete stranger who was apparently supposed to be my nursery-mate for the next three years. So all I could manage was a little wave and a very awkward smile. “I… who are you? What am… Oh fuck!” “Language…” Ceres warned him, sternly. “Fuck! I thought I dreamt it! It’s you! You kidnapped me!” “Yes, and I also told you what happens to naughty little boys who cuss and swear…” she growled at him as he bolted upright, backing up against the wall of his crib in fear. “So… it was all true? We’re…” “Being re-raised? Yup…” I answered, finally speaking up. “Ceres… who is that?” he replied, pointing over at me, as if I was some scary person. Which… I must admit… hurt a little. “I told you, we had a last minute addition. He’s your new roommate. You two will share this nursery together.” “I… umm…” I figured I’d break the ice first. Usually I’d rely on others to do so, as I’m a very anxious person and the thought of being confident and forward with new people scares the absolute shit out of me, but right now… Oliver desperately needs a bit of reassurance. If I was going to help him through this, if I was going to fulfil my promise to Miss Fraus and Ceres… I needed to be there for him. To be a positive influence. They did, after all, say all he needs is a good influence, to have someone there for him. And I know I barely know the guy… but I’d like to think I’m a good judge of character, and he looks like he’s not that bad. And hey… he’s kinda cute with his lil onesie and bedhead. “Hi… I’m Noah…” “Ollie…” he replied. Good sign. Especially as he referred to himself as ‘Ollie’ and not ‘Oliver’. I assume if he had said ‘Oliver’, he would’ve been a bit more standoffish and less open to being friends. ‘Ollie’ is probably something his friends call him. And by the look on Ceres’ face… she was thinking the same thing as me. “So I guess we’re roommates? It’s… umm… nice to meet you…” I replied, awkwardly, not knowing what to say. I told you I’m anxious. Just because I said I’d push past it doesn’t mean I’ll be any good at it. “You mean if you ignore the fact that we were KIDNAPPED?” Ceres gave him another stern look as she stood between our two cribs, looking back and forth between us both. “I mean… sure… but is it that bad, really?” I replied to him. “We’re forced to sh- poop ourselves, and we sleep in cribs. I’d say that's pretty bad…” Ollie replied, rolling his eyes at me. “But no job. No responsibilities. No bills. No social media. No temptations. No dealing with family or drama.” “You’re awfully relaxed for someone who got kidnapped here. What’d you do to get put in here anyway?” Ceres cut me off before I could say anything. “Ollie… we don’t ask that here. We don’t pressure people to tell their story. Not yet anyway. If Noah wants to share his reason for being brought here, he can. When he’s ready though. Okay? And the same goes for you.” “Sorry…” he mumbled, avoiding eye contact with either of us. He seemed genuinely sorry, which confirmed my suspicions… he really does seem like a good guy who just got into a little bit too much trouble a few too many times. I was very thankful for Ceres too, I was about to go blabbing about nearly jumping off a bridge to this stranger. I imagine that wouldn’t have gone over well, he’d probably think I’m crazy… “Hey, it’s okay!” I replied, smiling back at him. “Maybe I’ll tell you another time. I… just see this place as a second chance… a fresh start…” “But… being treated like a baby? Am I the only one who thinks that’s weird?” he replied, shrugging. “I mean… I’m wearing a wet fu- I mean… a wet nappy…” “Good boy…” Ceres smiled at him, praising him for holding back his language. Damn… if she had gotten him conditioned this quickly… Why do they need three years of this? Surely a week or a month of this and we’d all be good little boys and girls? “No, you’re not the only one, Ollie,” I replied, trying to sound reassuring and friendly to him. “It is very weird. But… I guess it could be weirder? We could’ve been kidnapped and sold off to rich people. We could’ve been abused, treated like cattle… they could’ve sold our organs… I mean think of what could have happened… but no, the most they wanna do is baby us? To make us better people? I’d say that’s us getting off easy…” “Getting off easy would be not being kidnapped at all…” he grumbled. “Yes but I assume you did something to be here?” I asked, taking a little bit of a risk with my questioning. “You don’t have to tell me, obviously… but I assume it was serious enough to be here?” “I guess… but…” “Yes, sure, we’re here. Dressed as big babies. With Nannies who are strong enough to lift us…” “Wait, really?” his eyes shot open as he looked up at Ceres. “Yeah…” Shit. I suddenly worried I had already messed up this whole thing of me pretending not to know much. Thankfully, Ceres came in and saved me once again. “Noah needed a change, so I took him to the changing table. He was as surprised as you are now.” “How? You’re barely taller than he is! And I’m sorry dude… but even I would struggle to lift you up by the looks of it.” I felt a little bad after that. First the ‘dude’ thing, then the comment about my weight. Sure, I know I’m not big. I’m also not skinny either. But I do have a bit of a tummy and technically I am overweight thanks to that useless BMI thing the doctors use. “Elysium is capable of some very special things. Nannies being strong enough to lift you all is one of many,” Ceres said, trying to be as vague as possible apparently. And she was nailing it. “I guess that’s code for ‘I’m going to be constantly surprised and scared out of my gourd’?” Ollie replied, sighing. “Pretty much, yes kiddo. For example… you may not want to try to get out of your crib by yourself… but for now, you two talk for a bit. Nanny has to go attend a little morning meeting with the other Nannies. You two are up earlier than planned, but that’s okay, just means more time to get to know each other. Now Ollie…” Ceres walked over to Ollie, bent over the crib railing, and stuck a couple of fingers into the legband of his nappy, taking him by surprise. “I’ll change you after my meeting, kiddo. Then you can have breakfast…” As she left, my mind began thinking back to what she had said. And as I did so… for some reason… a little drool began slipping out of the corner of my mouth. ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). 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Moon3ye Posted February 9 Posted February 9 That could be interesting depending on how Olli behaves, it might not be so bad for both of them. On the other hand, it's your story, so we'll see.
Little Lamb Posted February 9 Posted February 9 The parts not being told outloud make me anxious in a good way for every chapter drop...
LittleFallenPrincess Posted February 12 Author Posted February 12 Chapter 7: Trigger Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- “So… Noah…” Ollie brought me out of my little daze long enough to see he had moved over to the side of his crib, pulled himself up a bit, and was resting his arms and head on the crib railing, staring at me. “Yeah?” I replied, nervously. I was always bad at talking to new people. “What do you really think about this place?” “I told you already.” “Yeah, but the woman isn’t here. So… stop playing nice and tell me, what do you think of this place?” “Ollie… I was being genuine before… I really do think this place could help us. To let us grow up again, become better people, without certain influences, with a fresh start… and hey, after struggling with bills for so long, I’m happy I don’t have to pay them…” “It must have been pretty bad for you before coming here to actually look forward to being a giant baby, forced to shit yourself…” “Yeah, it was,” I said, cutting him off. “And maybe I’ll tell you why sometime. But I’m telling you… being forced to sh- poop yourself and act like a baby and play with toys… doesn’t sound that bad. Boring, maybe. But not bad.” “You’re way too optimistic about this place. How are you not freaking out?” “Why aren’t you optimistic?” “Because I’ve had ‘help’ before. And it usually comes at a cost.” “You say that as if you speak from experience…” “Maybe I do. Maybe I’ve had my dad be a drunken jerk too many times. Maybe it rubbed off on me. Maybe my friends abandoned me at my lowest point. Maybe they stabbed me in the back one final time, promising that it would ‘help’.” “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want… they make sure we don’t have to pressure each other into telling.” “And you think that’ll fly here? Ceres told me there are worse guys here. Drugs, sexual deviants… I think I’m probably one of the good guys compared to what she hinted at. You… you’re not one of the creepy ones, right? I don’t have to worry about waking up in my crib with your junk hovering over my face, right?” “I assure you… I’m not like that. And I’m not here for violence. Or drugs. Or anything like that.” “So what are you in here for? Theft?” he asked. I gave him one look. “Sorry, Noah. Just asking. But fine… don’t wanna piss off the Nanny…” “You don’t like her, do you?” “And you do? She kidnapped me. Just as I was leaving the police station.” “Police station?” I asked, trying to sound ignorant and oblivious. “May have… caused an incident in town one night out. It was only minor. But as it was my… ah I lost count of how many times I had been warned… They were finally going to charge me. And then in comes our heroic Nanny… bailing me out, making my whole record disappear somehow… and suddenly I’m being drugged and taken away. Only to wake up in this fucking weirdo asylum.” I did not appreciate that word. But I held it together. “But she’s going to help you…” I replied. “At what cost? My sanity? Will I be the same person I was when I ‘grow up’ again? Will they even let us leave at all? I don’t know if you’ve noticed… There are no windows here. There weren’t any in the cells. We could be stuck down here forever. And with the power and money they apparently have… no one would know where we are.” Yeah. I had thought of this. But when you’ve hit rock bottom. Or at least close to it (with rock bottom being the motorway I nearly landed on)... you kinda stop caring. Sure, if this place seemed like some creepy torture asylum, where they harvested body parts or did twisted experiments on us… yes I’d be fucking terrified. But I’m wearing a rather comfortable nappy… something I never thought I’d think… ever… and I’m warm, cosy, I’ve got no job to get up for, no bills to pay, no pressure to go out and socialise. I just get to hang out here, with some really cute Scottish girl who is also apparently now my Nanny, and a cute guy who I have the opportunity to be best friends with as we live together for the next three years. So yes, I’m okay if we just stay here forever. It’s better than my life. And it’s better than whatever awaits me after it. And maybe… Just maybe… They'll be able to help me. “Whatever. I’m going to have a look around… I bet the door is locked but I still want to explore…” “Ollie… she said-” “Yes, I know what she said, but it can’t be that bad. What’s she going to do? Give me a spanking? Please… I’ve jerked off to worse.” Cringeyness put aside, I got up onto my knees and held tightly to the crib railing. “Ollie… you really shouldn’t…” “Ha… why’s that?” he replied. “Because they’re watching!” That got him shook. He started looking around. “They’ve probably got cameras everywhere. You think they won’t have them in our nurseries?” Yes, sure, I gave away a little secret, but maybe it’ll get him to behave. It was a minor one. And I only hinted at the possibility. Though as I said it… I could feel Miss Fraus’ gaze burrowing into the back of my skull. “I… well… I don’t care!” he replied as he lifted one leg over the railing. “They can watch me get the hell out of this… fucking… crib!” The other leg was over, and he slowly lowered himself to the nursery floor. “See! What’d I tell ya? Want a hand getting out? I could-” Before he could finish that sentence, as soon as he took one step towards me, reaching his hand out… he collapsed. His legs just… gave way… as he fell to the soft carpeted floor, looking terrified. “What… what the fuck?” “That…” Ceres said as she entered the room once again. “Is what happens when little babies think they can go walkabout…” “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY FUCKING LEGS?” Ceres didn’t say a word, instead she just slowly sauntered over to the panicking adult baby and reached down, grabbing his dummy… and inserting it into his mouth. Ollie’s eyes widened in panic, and it looked like he was trying to spit it out, but couldn’t for some reason. “What… did you… do to him… Nanny?” I asked, nervously, scared she was going to do something similar to me for blabbing about the camera or something. “I won’t tolerate such foul language from my charges, sweetie.” “What’s the dummy doing? Why can’t he remove it?” I asked, picturing the dummy inflating or something when inserted. Ollie was still sitting on his padded backside, unable to stand, instead focusing completely on trying to remove the baby blue dummy stuck in his mouth. “It’s a trigger, sweetie.” “A trigger? Like… hypnosis?” “Exactly! It’s the same reason his legs no longer work. He can’t even crawl right now.” “When… when did you…?” “When we brought you all in for processing. It’s also played into the nursery whilst you sleep.” “WAIT… WHAT?” I… may have been a bit too loud, and I quickly began to regret my actions, as Ceres walked over to me, bent over the crib, then proceeded to place my dummy in my mouth, just like she did Ollie. I could’ve tried fighting back… but… I needed to let go. I needed to let the process happen. To heal me. I had to behave. And if that means getting forcibly pacified by some cute Scottish girl… so be it. “Right, little ones. Day one. This is where you learn what the actual rules here are.” I gulped… I think a little too audibly. “Don’t worry, Noah. They’re not that bad. First of all… always listen to grown ups. If you don’t, you will be punished. Secondly… don’t try to leave your cribs when you’ve been put in them by me or another Nanny, otherwise the hypnosis will kick in and you will fall to the floor.” “Hip…no…sis?” I asked, trying very awkwardly to talk around this dummy lodged in my mouth, the one I really tried to remove… but couldn’t. It really was like a mental block was making it impossible to remove it, as it barely filled my mouth, physically it should be possible… but something she had done to me was making me unable to do it myself. Which made me worry about what else they’ve put in our heads… “Yes, sweetie, hypnosis. We are an advanced facility. But we are also one that genuinely cares for you and wants you to succeed. Now I can’t tell you exactly what we’ve programmed into your little heads, but I assure you… it’s nothing that will hurt you or force you into anything devious.” “P… pwomise?” I asked. “I pinky promise, angel.” I hadn’t been pinky promised since I was really little, back when my Mum would do it to me. It was always the highest level of promise too… surely Ceres wouldn’t make such a thing without really meaning it? “...okay…” “WHY YOU ACKSHEPT DIS SO EASIWY?” Ollie yelled, as best he could anyway, due to the large pacifier still stuck in his mouth. “They have compwete controwl… wook what dey did to your wegs…” Ollie just pouted back. “Oliver…” Ceres said, kneeling down next to him, “I pinky promise, I’m here to take care of you. I’m here to look after you. I won’t hurt you, but you need to be a good boy, okay?” Ollie took one look at me, so I nodded at him, smiling around the dummy in my mouth. “Fine…” he grumbled. “Sowwy… for twying… for being a dick…” “That dummy is staying in until you learn not to cuss, sweetheart. Now let's get you changed first, then you can be the first one for breakfast. My cheeks went bright red as I realised what Ceres meant by that. Ollie… Ollie was in the dark about it all still. And oh boy… was he in for the shock of his life. He thinks this change is going to be bad… just wait til he finds out what’s for breakfast… As Ollie lay there on the changing table, I looked away to make him feel better and less embarrassed. “Noah, Ollie… you better get used to seeing each other be changed. No use turning away each time. Babies don’t care about modesty.” “I… another time…” I said, thankful that Ceres had removed my dummy, allowing me to speak at least, before she lifted Ollie up. Ollie’s face when she effortlessly lifted him up… priceless. Part of me wished I was watching his face for this nappy change, because he was no doubt going to be bright red. He looked soaked already, but then this really beautiful girl changing his soggy nappy… oh he is going to blush so hard… Thankfully, she had already changed me during the night, so I had a bit more time to process this and prepare myself mentally for it. That didn’t stop me from doing a quick double check to make sure I really am dry… yup. Dry. For now. “Nanny?” I asked. “Yes baby?” “Wha other fings do we hafta know?” “Why? What are you wanting to ask?” “Umm… why did I wake up wet? And Ollie too… if umm… was it the sleepy medication you gave us?” “Oh hun… You got a little more than that. Don’t you remember your injections?” “I… wait… I thought they were some kind of booster thing or some kind of thing to help us with living in a basement without sunlight…” “Silly little thing. No, baby, they were to remove your control.” “Contwol?” Ollie asked, finally speaking up as Ceres was still changing him. “Yes little Ollie… now you won’t be able to control when you go potty.” “WHA?” “Sweetie… calm down…” she warned him, and all I could hear was an awkward silence, as if absolutely nothing was going on behind me. “Sowwy…” “Good boy. But yes. You’re back to square one. No potty control. You’ll rely on us for everything, little sweethearts. Food, changes, bathing, getting out of your crib… But don’t worry, eventually we’ll potty train you again. We have to, if we’re sending you back out into the world as better people. Can’t have a bunch of bedwetting successful adults waddling around, can we?” Ceres began giggling, all whilst Ollie and I squirmed and blushed in complete silence. “Aaaaaand done!” Ceres exclaimed, followed with a noise of something being patted. “You can turn around now, Noah.” As I did, I saw a mortified Ollie, his cheeks bright red, as he tried his best to look away from both me and Ceres. “Noah, you still seem dry. So you can wait. Your feeding will make sure you wet your nappy anyway. So why don’t I get started with little Ollie here, then I can feed you, sweetie?” I blushed and looked down at the crib mattress, trying to avoid eye contact so badly with this woman who seemed determined to press all my buttons. “Wha… wha do we get for foods?” Ollie said, still sucking on his dummy. “Come along… and I’ll show you…” Ceres said, lifting the guy off the table with barely a strain, carrying him over to the rocking chair in the corner of the room, and sitting back in it, positioning him across her lap, cradling him. And as she began unbuttoning her tunic, Ollie’s brain quickly put two and two together… …and he began to frantically squirm in the woman’s arms, trying to get away from her. ====================================================== You're all so skeptical... Would I really lure you all into a false sense of security and be evil with my story? 👼 Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! 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Eagle0769 Posted February 12 Posted February 12 That was a great chapter and the next one will be what I dream about every night. You explained a lot of things I was going to ask. Hope the next chapter will be soon. 🙂
LittleFallenPrincess Posted February 16 Author Posted February 16 Chapter 8: Friend Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- It took Ceres a while to get Ollie to agree to it and calm down… but he was finally relaxing… and nursing from our Nanny. Not going to lie… it was adorable. Watching him curled up in her arms, as she gently rocked him back and forth, the only noises being Ceres humming a little tune and him suckling… I know I was nervous about it earlier, and fuck, I’m still nervous now… but part of me was… jealous? Is that the right term for it? Like… was I actually feeling jealousy from Oliver being breastfed by this gorgeous woman? Unable to keep my eyes off them, I sat there in my crib, watching them. Rubbing his back, stroking his hair… I think I hated myself a little for actually wanting this treatment. Like… I know I’m better off than most of the people here who were taken. If they aren’t bullshitting me… I can leave in three months if I want. But they still kidnapped me. Ceres still drugged me, took away my fucking toilet training, and stuck me in this infantile prison. I should be livid. I should be raging and thrashing and rioting. I should be at least voicing my disdain of such practices… but no… part of me was actually looking forward to what was coming next for me. Like… What will it taste like? I’ve tried baby formula in the past as a joke, that was really sweet. I can’t say I’ve ever tried breast milk since… well… since I was a baby! Will I like it? Ceres made it out to be this special thing, something like I ‘won’t be able to get enough of it’ or something. Was it laced with anything? I mean clearly this place is so technologically advanced… the fact that they can take away my bladder control, make it so Oliver loses his ability to walk if he climbs out the crib, giving our Nannies fucking super strength… What's to say they haven’t biologically engineered some kind of special breast milk? I was lost in my own little world before Ceres brought me back out of it, speaking across the room while she continued to nurse little Ollie. “Noah? You okay there baby? You’re drooling a bit…” “I… I am?” I quickly wiped my mouth and looked away, staring off to the ceiling to avoid eye contact. “Sorry…” “No sweetie, it’s okay. I know what’s going on in that little head of yours…” she smiled over me. ‘I wish you did…’ I thought to myself, as my anxieties and feelings came rushing back. Ollie squirmed a little. He’s probably remembering that there’s another person in here, one who is able to watch everything. “Right, I think that’s about enough for you, baby…” she said to Ollie, gently unlatching him from her breast, before effortlessly lifting him up onto her lap, sitting him down. Gently pulling him forward, she brought him in for what looked like a hug… but then she started to rub his back, causing him to let out a little burp. “Good boy!” And when Ollie was turned back around to face me… his face was bright red. I… I guess it’s my turn… “You’re being such a good boy…” Ceres said as I settled down across her lap and she began fixing her tunic again to give me the other breast. And instantly… my mood was ruined. Desire for this… zero. At least it was for a few seconds, up until she stroked my shoulder-length blonde hair behind my ear, causing me to blush a little, and when I looked up… her breast was out, waiting for me… “Come on, you going to be a good b-” Before I could let her finish that word, I quickly latched on and began suckling, hoping to stop her from repeating that word and ruining everything completely. “D’awww, such a sweet little angel, so eager!” she said as she held me close and began a gentle rocking motion. My body felt so relaxed as I lay there, even with Ollie still in a bit of a shock as he sat in the nearby playpen. After a second or two of suckling, something sweet danced across my tongue, and within moments… I was in Heaven. I mean… was this Heaven? Or maybe even some weird purgatory? Maybe I did end up splatting against the motorway, and this is my punishment…? Some kind of punishment that would be… especially with this delicious milk that was now flowing down my throat. No, I was pretty sure this was real, and I really was experiencing this blissful moment. Even if it’s… well… to put it nicely… fucking weird. Never in my life had I ever imagined being here, suckling some girl’s boobs, enjoying the creamy, sweet milk that flowed into my mouth, making me feel all… compliant… blissful… completely at peace with the world. I’ve known some people into some pretty kinky stuff. You know the things… whips, ropes, a few too many who read that shades book, fluffy handcuffs… my ex was a little bit kinkier than that too, she was very much into submissive guys… and I fit that bill pretty fucking perfectly. But she got bored of things way too quickly, including me. We didn’t do much, though she’d always tell me her fantasies of what she’d like to do… and sure, maybe I’m a little more open minded than most, but I never saw myself getting squirmy and happy as I drank fucking breastmilk. There’s kinky… then there's KINKY. But right now, I didn’t care. This woman could ask anything from me and I would’ve happily obeyed. Maybe I’m more submissive than I thought… “You’re really enjoying it. Are you doing okay, Ollie?” Ceres asked my roommate, who apparently was still sulking in the playpen, avoiding playing with the toys available. Not that I knew at that moment, I still had my face firmly planted in Ceres’ breast, I couldn’t see anything. All I heard in response was a bunch of grumbles, followed by the sound of something hitting the carpeted floor. “Want to try that again, sweetie? We don’t throw toys…” “Sowwy… N… Nanny…” he grumbled in response, knowing he had no way to really fight back against this… this… Goddess. Because I mean come on, she’s as strong as one. “Good boy. You throw toys and you’ll be over my lap for a spanking next time.” “S… spankin?” Ollie replied, fear causing his voice to tremble a little. “Yes sweetie. You don’t think we’d just let you get away with anything here? No, we don’t negotiate with little brats, so we have various punishments for you all if you step out of line too much. “I’ll be good!” “That’s good to hear, Ollie. And what about you, Noah, are you going to behave too?” I was still in my own little world. So I just nodded, without stopping the flow of milk that was radiating my body with warmth and comfort. “Right… little one… time for a bit of playpen time with little Ollie. I’ll be over here, doing some work, just call over if you need anything, okay poppet?” Ceres said as she unlatched my mouth from her breast and sat me up, fixing her top and carrying me over to the playpen, where Ollie was waiting patiently. “Uh… hu… uh huh…” I replied, still in a bit of a daze, wishing that I had gotten more time nursing. But she had insisted that we’d be having this at least two times a day each, in the morning and before bed. Then we’ll be fed in our highchairs at some point in the afternoon. So at least I had something to look forward to later. For now… Ollie and I had our biggest challenge yet. …Finding fun with children’s toys. Ceres and Miss Fraus had warned me that this was going to be the difficult part of staying here, getting used to the boredom. Because babies' lives are boring. Wake up, poop, nap, eat, play with toys, sleep. Repeat. There’s no intellectual stimulus. There’s no social media, no video games, no socialising with friends, no alcohol, no binge watching TV shows, no… look, I’m sure there are a lot more hobbies out there that actual people do, but I could only think up what I’d normally be doing. But then I lived a pretty sad life, hence why I ended up here. So as I was carefully sat down in the playpen, across from where Ollie was set up, I searched the area to see exactly what we’ve got on offer. Maybe there are some building blocks or little plastic bricks or something, something I can be a bit more creative with. Because I’m not sure I could play with action figures. Not yet anyway. Maybe if I go further down the regression hole here, I’ll be able to, but right now there’s no way I’m doing something so ridiculous. Which as I think right now, after what I just did… seems pretty tame in the scale of humiliating acts. And I haven’t even been changed yet. While conscious anyway. There were some blocks, but they were intended for someone much younger in age than I had been hoping. No, these were old school wooden ones. But hey… that was something. There were a few playsets and some really babyish looking plastic toy cars, and some colouring books and some crayons accompanying them. Everything though… clearly aged for only the smallest of babies. Like… not even toddler level. This really was going to be a tough time… I have no idea how much time had passed whilst I played with the blocks, but a short while into it, when Ollie finally gave in after trying to deal with boredom rather than play with some babyish toys, he crawled over to where I was sat, sitting opposite the pile of blocks, and began taking a few to build his own thing. I wanted to speak up, to ask him to join me in building something together… to get to know him more… but I was nervous. I’m not good with new people, and I’m not good at initiating conversations. I usually wait for them to talk to me first, but it seems Ollie wasn’t in a conversational mood today after our humiliating ‘breakfast’. It must have been a good few hours of this though, just passing the time with these silly blocks, building towers then knocking them down, because Ceres walked over from her chair in the corner, where she was working on something on her electronic tablet, and bent over the playpen wall to see what we were making. “Is that… a castle?” Ollie blushed a little and nodded his head. “Well it’s a very lovely castle, Ollie. And Noah? What’s your… tower?” Ceres turned to ask me. “I jus’ like building towers as high as I can… then knocking them over,” I replied, smiling up at my Nanny. “Good to see. Why don’t you try building something fancy like Ollie?” I wanted to, believe me, I really wanted to. But I’m not very good at it. Well… I thought I was, then I saw Ollie’s castle and now I feel pretty useless. But that’s normal for me. Always comparing myself. Always putting myself down because I’m not as good as others. So I shook my head at Ceres and continued building my tower. “Well you’ll have to finish playing after you’ve finished eating.” Ollie’s face turned bright red as his eyes opened wide in shock. “I… buh…” “No sweetie, you’ll get that later. For now I need to feed you in your highchair…” And Ollie’s face did not change shade, instead he slowly turned to look at the highchairs that awaited us, trembling a little. So… trying my best to be there for my new ‘friend’... I crawled around the pile of blocks between us, plopped my padded butt next to him, then placed my hand on his, suppressing his shaking. “I’ll be right there going through it too. You can do this…” And a flicker of hope filled my heart as he turned to me for the first time in what seemed like hours… and smiled at me. ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! 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LittleFallenPrincess Posted February 19 Author Posted February 19 Chapter 9: Mush Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- I sat there, my legs dangling off the ground, wondering just who the hell came up with this as an idea for rehabilitation? Like seriously… someone must’ve been like ‘Oh I know how to help those who have committed misdemeanours… I’ll put them back in nappies, treat them like babies, and re-raise them with the help of super strong Nannies who can also breastfeed them. That’s what will fix them and make them better people!’ Honestly… as weird as this is, I’d love to meet whoever came up with this fucked up idea. But apparently, it works. They said this is their fourth year… right? Which means that one year has ‘graduated’... and if they’ve gotten that far, and continued to take on a new year… surely that means that their methods actually work… right? Even if one or two end up back in their old lives, back to their old ways… the majority must have been successfully rehabilitated, if they were to take on another batch of people. There are probably twelve adults out there in the world now who have been through this whole process… kidnapped, regressed, treated like babies, allowed to grow up again over the course of three years, then let out into the world to find new lives. I wish I could talk to them, ask them how… and why this treatment worked. Wait… Ceres has mentioned they’re short staffed. It’s probably why they can only run this for three years. Or maybe they run it for three years because they only need that amount of time… but… when did she start? Was she a Nanny for the first year… to then rotate back around? Or is she new for this year? “Earth to Noah…” “Huh?” I said, shaking my head as I looked up to see Ceres, standing there, holding my bowl of mushed up food. “You zoned out whilst I was feeding little Ollie. He fell asleep pretty quickly after it.” “I… sorry…” Looking over at my new friend, I saw the familiar overgrown baby snoozing his little head off, drooling a little, with lots of mush coating the outside of his mouth. “Did you get any into his mouth?” I joked. “You laugh now… but I purposefully miss just to instill the feeling of helplessness into you.” “So I’m going to end up the same?” “Yup. And probably fast asleep,” she smiled warmly at me. “Drugs in the food too?” I asked, cheekily. “You’re a clever little baby, you know that?” “Drugs in your breastmilk. Drugs in the food. Drugs in everything, I assume. I mean… that’s how you’re so strong, right?” “We do have some technology not available for public use, and yes that includes a lot more advanced pharmaceuticals.” “So it’s nap time after food?” “Yup. So… are you ready?” she asked, holding up the bowl of mush with one hand and the spoon in the other, looking rather excited at the prospect of feeding me. “Can…?” “You want to ask more questions, huh?” she sighed, lowering her hands in disappointment. “Did… did you… did you just join… or… were you Nanny for the year that just left?” “You’ve been thinking about this a lot, haven’t you?” she asked, raising her eyebrow, her accent getting rather more Scottish than usual. “Maybe…” “Yes, I was Nanny for a couple of girls in the very first year we opened.” “And where are they now?” “One just got a job in HR here… and the other started her own little bookshop.” “How can you do that after three years of being regressed? Three years of pissing yourself and acting babyish?” “Language… and with our help, of course. We don’t just regress you then send you out, silly. We help you become who you were meant to be. And if that means investing in a career you want, setting you up with connections, or whatever… so be it. We started this to help people, Noah. Helping her start her childhood dream was a small investment into something worth a lot more… someone’s happiness and future.” “Whoever owns this place must be loaded,” I replied. “They are. The board has very deep pockets. So, Noah, I’m going to do everything I can to make your dream a reality once you’re done here. Factory reset you then send you out with all the love and support you need. What have you always wanted to do, ever since you were a kid?” My heart knew exactly what I wanted to say. But my heart will also never accept it. To accept that… would make everything so much scarier than it already is. I hadn’t even admitted it to myself in the mirror, let alone blurted it out to some stranger who kidnapped me and turned me into a giant baby. “Well?” she said, trying to push me to answer. “I… just want to be myself. I want to be happy… with myself…” Best way to lie. Skirt close to the truth but don’t admit to anything. Technically I didn’t lie. Technically I’ve always wanted that. It’s just a few rather large details I chose to leave out as to how I could attain that goal… “Then that’s my promise. I’ll help you find yourself again. To find the happiness I know is within you. We’ll get you started afresh, with a new start, a new lease on life.” I smiled up at Ceres, her cheery optimism was almost infectious. For a second there, I started to believe that maybe… just maybe… I could learn to be happy as myself. That maybe I could find myself… the real me… But that was only a flicker. And as to avoid a very awkward silence, I rushed my humiliating fate along. “So… mush for lunch?” I asked. “Yup, though you should be glad you’re the fourth year here. The first year… we were still ‘fine tuning’ our methods…” “Oh no… what happened?” “They… got actual baby food.” “Wait… so this isn’t…?” “Oh heavens no! That stuff was disgusting. If we were here to torture you, it’d be your main meal… but we want to help you, so we stopped that after a week or two. No, you get mushed up adult food.” “Oh yay… because that’s totally better…” “Trust me, Noah, it really is. I tried the baby food… As soon as I did, I was charging upstairs, to the board, to tell them to switch to something more humane.” “Then on everyone’s behalf here… I thank you!” I said, giggling. “You’re very welcome, sweetie. Now… are you ready?” “I guess so… I suppose I could do with a nap…” “Atta boy…” Ceres said, smiling down at me, as she scooped up a big blob of mush from the bowl with the cute plastic spoon, levelling it out and bringing it in for a landing… in my mouth. “That isn’t half bad…” I said, after swallowing the first bite. Texture was a bit weird, but it genuinely tasted like spaghetti bolognese! “Told you. We have the best chefs here.” “The best chefs… creating pureed adult baby food from actual adult meals? Isn’t that…” I was quickly cut off by a little yawn. Wow… those meds in the food work quickly… “Wasting their talents a bit?” “Hey, they are paid a lot to develop their meals. We ethically source and pay well. And it’s not like they need to work all day, it’s only one set of meals a day. Two for higher years I suppose. But it is made in bulk to save them time and cut costs.” “An ethical kidnapping ring… oh well that changes everything…” I teased. “Oh shush you, you must see the benefit of this place, or at least the potential of it… otherwise you wouldn’t have signed up for the next three months…” “Fine. You got me…” I yawned again. “These must be some strong meds…” “No sweetie, you’re just tired. The meds won’t make you yawn, you’ll just pass out.” “Oh… then fine… let's eat this up so I can go to sleep on a full stomach…” “Good boy…” “I…” “What?” Ceres asked, looking concerned at me. “Don’t like being called that?” “I… no…” “But how am I supposed to praise you?” she replied, sticking out her tongue. “Fine… whatever…” “That’s better. Such a good boy for Nanny! Yes you are! Yes you are!” She sounded so cute and happy and I really didn’t want to let her down or ruin this, so I bottled it up and let her continue. I was so close… but yet again… I gave in at the last moment. After a very lovely forced nap, I woke up to Ollie playing in the playpen, whilst I was still in the crib. Ceres quickly noticed I had woken up and checked my nappy… finding it wet. Guess it’s finally my turn to be humiliated… “Come on then baby…” she said, lifting me into the air as if I weighed no more than an actual small child. “Let’s get that poopy nappy changed!” “Wai…” I replied, realising that I had my dummy in my mouth, unable to remove it. Ceres must have put it in as I was dozing off or something. “Poo- WAI WHA?” “Yes baby, you’ve got a very stinky nappy. Must have been backed up from all the treatments you’ve had since your intake. Don’t worry, Oliver was very much the same.” I looked over Ceres’ shoulder towards Ollie, who was sitting in the playpen, his cheeks bright red. She must have changed him before I woke up. The important question is… how did I not wake up after doing that? Even now I can tell it stinks, now that I’ve woken up enough… So how did I not wake up whilst I voided my bowels? I hadn’t even thought about that. Pissing myself is one thing… breastfeeding another… why hadn’t I even considered the fact that I’ll be forced to shit in my nappies? And as she lay me down on the enormous changing table… I felt like those three months couldn’t come quickly enough. I have to admit though, whilst the thought of shitting myself filled me with dread… and whilst the smell was not fun… I didn’t feel all that bothered by the feeling in my nappy. And weirdly enough… The changing table was very comforting and squishy. Spreading my legs, Ceres quickly went to work untaping the nappy from my waist, pulling it out and making a mock disgusted face, which caused my cheeks to turn yet another shade of red. “Wait… where’s my hair?” I looked down to see all my hair around my… you know… was gone. Shaved completely smooth. “Oh that’s a procedure we do during your induction. Removes all hair down there permanently. Mostly for hygiene. Don’t worry, we can reverse it when you ‘graduate’. Oh and don’t worry baby, this should hopefully be the last stinky nappy. At least… the stinkiest it’ll be…” Ceres said, smiling down at me as she pulled the messy undergarment from under my bum. “Huh?” I asked, still slightly muffled by the dummy in my mouth. “Your food contains a little extra thing that makes your messes a lot more… messy… but also makes it so they smell like barely anything. Do you think we love changing your stinky backsides?” Ceres giggled, rolling up the used nappy and disposing of it in a chute in the wall. “I… hmph…” I replied, pouting as she cleaned me up, making my face turn yet another shade of red. “But don’t worry, you’re a little cutie. I’d change as many of these stinky nappies as needed to get that cute little blush from you!” “Weally?” “Really. You’re a special little guy, Noah.” Okay… so I didn’t appreciate the compliment as much as I would like to… but was… was she hitting on me? Like… does she say this to every person they take in and she has to look after, or am I the first? Did she say this to Oliver before, whilst I was asleep? As I looked over to see Ollie looking up at me, his own cheeks bright red, I swear his face was surprised by her choice of words too. I’m guessing… unless I’m worse at reading people than I thought… but I don’t think she said those words to him. Am… Am I really that special? And even if I was… and let’s just play along with the crazy idea that she’s flirting with me and is actually interested in me… like… where could this go? I’m stuck here for three years. Or three months if I choose that instead. Shitting myself. Pissing myself. Watching my mind go numb playing with baby toys, looking like an overgrown infant. And she’s in control of all of it. Who would be attracted to that? 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Eagle0769 Posted February 19 Posted February 19 Your writing is fantastic. I feel like I'm there with her. 🙂
Little Lamb Posted February 19 Posted February 19 Another chapter, another round of cracks on the egg... Hope when they come out it isnt as painful as the usual experiences
LittleFallenPrincess Posted February 23 Author Posted February 23 Chapter 10: Week One Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Day 2. So last night was pretty uneventful. Both Ollie and I turned bright red again during our night time feeding, Ceres put us to bed, laying us in our cribs and putting on some relaxing lullaby music that helped us drift off to sleep pretty quickly. Day two… started off very much the same as day one. We awoke, wet and messy, and Ceres changed us again. Not before she humiliated us again with another feeding from her breast… which just caused us to fill the back of our padding even more. Like… What are they feeding her that causes us to lose control like that? And why doesn’t it affect her the same way? After we were changed, Ollie and I were placed in the playpen again and left to our own devices, with Ceres getting back to whatever work she had left to do on her tablet. I tried asking what she was doing, but her answer was as simple as putting my dummy in my mouth, making me unable to talk properly or spit it out. Ollie found this funny, which earned him a bit of dummy–time too. Thankfully that didn’t ruin our playtime together. We could still communicate, albeit through muffled groans and mumbled words, but we ended up working together this time instead of playing separately, combining our efforts to create an even bigger castle than either of our builds yesterday. Lunchtime rolled back around again, this time it was some chicken flavoured mush… which tasted amazing… though again, the texture could do with some work. But I guess that’s the whole point. We’re babies now. Babies eat mush. So we eat mush. Another nap, followed by the nighttime feeding, then yet another bedtime lullaby… Day 3. Wake up messy. Nursed. Changed. Playtime. Highchair feeding. Naptime. Nursed again. Bedtime lullaby as we drift off to sleep in our cribs. I have a feeling this is going to be the routine from hereon. Maybe some days will be different? Though didn’t she say we’ll meet the other ‘inmates’ at some point? Obviously they didn’t use that term, but that’s pretty much what they are, right? And I guess me… to a point. I dreaded seeing who else we were put in a year with. 4 other guys and 6 girls. Ugh. ‘Other’ guys. I hate that I put myself with them. But hey, at least Ollie is nice. Maybe there’s one or two others that aren’t so bad? Ah who am I kidding… they’re going to be typical guys, right? They’re in here because they’ve committed crimes or whatever the standard is for them being kidnapped and reformed. The key point is they need reforming. Maybe at the end of the three years I’d be happy to spend time with them… but this is the start of the ‘program’, this is when they’re going to be at their worst. They did say that at least we’ll be merged with the girls or we’ll at least get to socialise with them eventually. Maybe they can temper the boys’ attitudes… although the girls will also be in here for issues too… so maybe everyone is a lost cause. No… Ollie isn’t. I’ve only known Oliver for three days and he seems really nice. I mean sure, we haven’t really had an actual conversation yet. I think both of us have been a little too afraid to do so with Ceres watching us. I think both of us are trying to act babyish as to appease our captors, so neither of us wants to ask the other about their life before all… this. I’d like to though. I want to know more about him. He seems like the kind of guy I’d befriend. Or at least like I used to befriend. Clearly I’m going based on appearances (which is difficult when we’re both dressed in onesies and wearing adult sized nappies…), but he seems like he’s probably into video games. God… I hope so. It’d be nice to have something in common, something we can talk about. Because I definitely don’t do well when it comes to typical ‘bloke’ conversations. I struggle to fit in. For good reason too. Which, circling back around… I’m dreading being let out and socialising with the other ‘lads’. Day 4. Usual routine. Ollie opened up a bit today, confirming my hunch. I snuck in a little mention of a video game I’ve been playing lately, and he instantly replied with “Oh, you played that? What did you think of it? I love playing the rogue class!” and we pretty much hit it off from there. At first we were a little weary talking about such ‘adult’ topics of conversation, waiting for Ceres to be focusing on her tablet before we’d start talking more about gaming, but after a while, Ceres must have known all along, because she looked up from her tablet and told us; “You know you can talk about your life before this… you don’t have to be complete babies… it’s nice to share your interests outside of filling your pampers…” This turned both of our faces bright red, but it helped. A lot. We openly started talking about games, what our favourite ones were, which ones we hated, favourite characters, etc. “But all yours are girls! Aren’t there any male characters you like?” he asked at one point, to which I just shrugged and said most male characters are bland. Thankfully, he accepted this reason and moved on, without prying any further. Ceres came over and fed us sometime around mid afternoon, like usual, and quickly we dozed off, waking up later in our respective cribs. Though I must say, the whole no windows thing is really messing up my body clock. It appears like they try to adjust the main lighting of the nursery to match the time, with it getting dim towards the evening, making Ceres turn a lamp on. This must be to help us adjust to a life without a visible sky or the visible passage of time. Or… they could be really screwing with us and have it completely different to what it should be outside these basement walls. Day 5. Same old routine. Though after our lunchtime nap… I woke up with my head resting on Ollie’s chest, realising that Ceres had put us together in the playpen. “I’ve been wanting to move you both into the playpen for naptime. And now that you two are getting closer…” “You… you made us cuddle?” I asked quietly, as Ollie hadn’t woken up yet. “Oh no, you did that all by yourself, sweetpea…” she replied, giggling. “Which, might I say… was adorable!” “I… uh… wha happened?” “At first you were on opposite sides of the playpen, but then Ollie, half asleep, crawled over to you and snuggled up next to you, grabbing your arm. Then about half way through your nap, you rolled over and snuggled up, resting your head on his chest. Honestly… I wasn’t expecting it, but I’m glad you two are comfortable enough around each other. Glad I got the easy pair this year.” “Huh?” I asked, as Ollie stirred a little, wrapping his arm around me but remaining fast asleep. “Look… In a few days… you’ll be introduced to the other boys. We told you this, right?” she asked. “Yeah…?” “Well Diana has been complaining during our breaks about her two charges… And worries they’ll never get along. She’s got one really headstrong individual who is making things very difficult for her.” “Isn’t this common?” “It is, but I feel for poor Rowan. He is a timid little boy. Honestly as quiet and well behaved as you, Noah. But whereas you have Ollie, who is a lovely boy when he’s not getting drunk… Rowan has… Jack.” “Is Jack going to be a problem?” I asked, still keeping my voice as quiet as possible. “Sweetie… when I take you out there in a few days, just… be careful, okay? Until Jack accepts his new life… he’s going to be… problematic. And he may be a bit of a bully. You know we have cameras everywhere. We also have tasers. And we react as quickly as we can, but…” “But I should watch my back just in case?” “Good boy. See, I knew you were a clever little baby. Exactly, just be careful around him.” “What about the other two boys? Aren’t there 6 boys and 6 girls?” I asked. I didn’t want to move in case I woke Ollie up. And I didn’t want to wake him up too soon, partially because I can only openly talk to Ceres like this when he’s asleep, and partially because… I was secretly enjoying snuggling up to him. Not sure if it’s the smell of baby powder coming off him, or the soft, gentle breaths causing my head to bob up and down, but I was really enjoying snuggling him right now. Maybe I’m just a bit touch starved. Maybe I’m a bit desperate for cuddles… or maybe… “Again, I shouldn’t be telling you this… but we seem to be on some special disclosure thing with you, seeing as you’re a bit of a special case. Plus… you just have that face…” “What face?” I asked, blushing a bit. “An adorable little face, that’s what! But also one I just couldn’t lie to.” “Hmph…” I replied, jokingly pouting at her. “See! That face right there! But yes, there are two others. Frankie and Harry. So far… they’re behaving. But our profile on them says that they will most likely gravitate to Jack when introduced to the other boys, and will most likely get worse…” “Why not just keep Jack separate then?” I asked. “We help everyone, sweetie, even difficult cases like him. Plus we have methods of knocking someone onto their padded behinds… which quickly makes them lose the respect they have gained in other’s minds.” “So befriend this Rowan guy… stay away from the other three… so when do we merge with the girls again?” “Thinking of getting yourself a girlfriend already, kiddo?” Ceres joked. “I.. uh… n-” “Only kidding, sweetie. You’ll be seeing the girls in about a month.” “A month? That… is a long time…” “We need to get them comfortable, and you boys… with your new lives here. And most importantly… with Jack and the others… they need to accept their place, otherwise they-” “Might be a danger to them?” “Exactly.” ‘What about a danger to me?’ I thought to myself, sighing. ‘If he’s as rough as he’s being made out to be… if he found out about me…’ “You okay baby?” asked Ceres. “Yeah. Just… looking forward to seeing the girls.” “A ladies man, eh?” she smiled at me. “Ha… no.” “Nah, I get it. I think you’ll get on much better with the girls. Just… make sure Ollie doesn’t put his foot in his mouth around them, okay? And maybe try and get Rowan to join you?” ‘Does… does she know?’ “I’ll try. Rowan must be nice if you think he’ll be a good friend for me.” “Or maybe I’m just a bad judge of character and I’m leading you astray…” she shrugged, laughing awkwardly. “So… have each pair got their own Nanny?” “Yup! So you’ve got me, Nanny Ceres..” It was at this moment that Ollie woke up. “Morning sleepyhead…” I said, taking him by surprise, causing him to scurry away, out of my arms, to the opposite side of the playpen. “I… umm… why aren’t I in-?” he replied. “Ceres wanted us to nap in the playpen. Turns out you get cuddly when you’re asleep…” “I… nah, you’re mistaken… sorry, I don’t swing that way…” he grumbled. “Hey, me neither…” I replied, trying to calm him down by not making a big deal of our cuddle time. “Oh… really? I thought…” “...I was gay? I…” I’m honestly not sure what I am. I always identified as straight. But then… I started questioning not only attractions but also… myself. Now I’m not sure what I like or what that makes me… but I wasn’t just going to come out like that, not when I wasn’t even sure who I was at this point. “...Nah, I’m not gay,” I replied. Ceres raised her eyebrow at me. I have no idea what that meant… but I have a good feeling it was a sign of her not believing me. Thankfully, she didn't say anything about it and instantly progressed the conversation past it all. “It’s okay Oliver, you two will be close for a while. It was bound to happen. It’s only naptime.” “I… still…” he mumbled back at her. Thankfully, Ceres seemed to know how to manipulate the conversation, as she quickly turned to me, ignoring Oliver, letting him process what had happened, acting as if it wasn’t a big deal. “Anyway, Noah, as I was saying… there’s me, there’s Diana, there’s Vesta, Venus… though don’t get those two confused! There’s also Juno and Minerva. “Okay… who’s the nerd?” I asked, hoping I wasn’t being too informal to our Nanny in front of Ollie. “Huh?” Ceres looked confused. “Elysium… just who is the nerd who named you all?” “I knew you were a smart little cookie…” Ollie just looked at me, then back at Ceres, then back to me, looking more confused than when he had woken up in the arms of another ‘boy’. “I don’t get it…” he shrugged. “Roman Goddesses. Elysium… isn’t that something to do with the Greek afterlife? And I know a lot of Roman beliefs were taken from Greek ones… oh you think you’re all so clever…” I laughed. “Congrats. You’re the second person to get that in your year.” “I didn’t until you mentioned Juno and Minerva. Diana is too common a name. The others were vaguely familiar but I couldn’t place them. Ceres… I’ve heard of it before, but I don’t know the Greek equivalent.” “It’s Demeter,” Ceres answered. “You’re a nerd too!” I giggled, pointing at her. Somehow… I had actually made Ceres blush! “Wait… you said second in my year?” I was mildly disappointed that I had been beaten to it by someone else. “Ella over in the girls dorms got it first.” “Ah, I bet she has Juno or Minerva as a Nanny. See, if you had been called that, I totally would have guessed already!” “Actually, she’s Vesta’s charge. She’s just a very clever little baby girl. All the Nannies here are named after Roman Goddesses, even the ones assigned to the other years.” Ollie looked more lost than ever at our conversation. Clearly he never had his Greek mythology special interest as a kid like I did… And apparently whoever did the naming around here was as much of a nerd as I was. And this ‘Ella’ chick. ‘’Ella’? She… she sounds cool. I can’t wait to meet her…’ ====================================================== Thank you so much for the lovely things you've all been saying about this story. I'm really happy you're enjoying it so much! 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LittleFallenPrincess Posted February 26 Author Posted February 26 Just a heads up: apparently the title chapter number didn't update when I uploaded the new chapter on Sunday. So if you've not read chapter 10, go read that first! Chapter 11: Headmistress Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Day 6. Same as previous days, though naptime wasn’t as comfy. I actually missed having Ollie to snuggle with, and he made sure to keep to himself on the opposite side of his crib, furthest away from me. Feedings were still extremely blushy, but by now it was just routine. I guess the taste helped a lot, and the comforting feeling it provided. I swear I could actually feel my brain starting to regress whenever I was nursing. Ollie still won’t talk to me regarding it, his cheeks turn red whenever I try to mention it, and he quickly changes topic everytime. But I’m pretty sure he enjoys it too. Speaking of Ollie… he seems a bit distant after we cuddled yesterday, only answering with short responses. It makes me worried that maybe I’ve ruined things with him. Which I’m trying my absolute best not to do, because that would lead to a very awkward three years. At least Ceres is still really snuggly with me. She even climbed into the playpen today with me as I was playing, pulling me onto her lap and cuddling me. I think that made Ollie feel a bit left out, though she did offer for him to join us. She seems really affectionate with me… am I just making it up or does she actually care about me? And if so… how far does it go? Is it like a friend? A brother? An acquaintance? Or… or is it more than that? I’m rubbish at being able to tell. Unless she outwardly tells me she likes me, I haven’t got a damn clue as to whether or not this woman is interested in me romantically. But again… with me sitting in a messy nappy during my nap… how on Earth can she be interested in a guy like me? Day 7. Same stuff. Ollie seems a bit more talkative today at least, so that made playpen time a bit more fun. We did some colouring today, to mix things up. I think we’re a bit done with building blocks for now, so we grabbed some crayons and coloured some of the pictures in the colouring books. I wanted to dabble a bit with drawing… but my negative brain got the better of me, and I felt too self-conscious to do it, just in case my drawings were stupid. Day 8. Okay, I was already dreading today, but when Ceres dressed us in something that wasn’t a blue onesie… I began to worry more. Instead of the onesie, we were dressed in matching blue t-shirts, and some khaki shorts… and nothing else. Not even socks on our feet. Because I found out shortly after I had my shorts fastened… that we were going out, and we wouldn’t need to walk. Leaving us in the playpen for a minute, Ceres left the nursery and returned with something even more humiliating… a stroller or pushchair or whatever they’re called. One with two seats. I know it’s not a pram, those are the ones where the babies are on their backs, looking up. This is the one that’s way more common these days. God… I know next to nothing about babies. Guess that’s the curse of having no siblings or younger family members. “Are we… going-?” “Yes baby,” Ceres responded, cutting me off. “You’re both being strapped in, today is the big day!” “Huh?” Ollie asked, looking at me for an answer. He’s so clueless sometimes. I swear he knows about this, or maybe he doesn’t? I’m honestly struggling to keep up with what Ollie should and shouldn’t know. It was difficult keeping all these secrets on top of lying to him and trying to work out what he’s already been told by Ceres. “We’re being introduced to the other boys…” I said to him. “Oh… okay…” Ollie didn’t look as nervous as I did, but Ceres had promised me she’d be looking out for me, and she’s instructed the boy’s Nannies to keep an eye on Jack, as he may be the main issue out there. “Right, let’s get you strapped in…” Corridor after corridor… This place was huge! I heard Ceres talking to someone behind us, but I couldn’t see due to the straps keeping me in place, especially the one pressing very tightly on my thick nappy. But it sounded like it was another Nanny, probably following behind, as I did see some other doors that looked identical to our Nursery’s one. So she’s probably a Nanny with an identical stroller, with either Jack and Rowan… or Frankie and Harry. Though I can’t remember which Nannies they have assigned to them. Maybe that’s a good opening topic? I guess if I’m going to survive this place… I’ll need to make friends. Even if those friends would kick my head in if they knew me well enough. Coming up to a huge door, there was a security guard, one who looked just like the one I saw near the Doc’s room. He nodded at Ceres then waved a keycard in front of a very hi-tech looking scanner, which instantly opened the sliding frosted glass door, allowing us access to whatever this next room was. “Morning, Ceres,” he said as we walked up to him, stopping for a minute. “Morning, Calvin. How’s the wife?” Ceres responded in a friendly tone. “She’s good, thank you. And Emma told me to say she misses her favourite Auntie!” “She’s such a little doll. You’ll have to bring her round sometime. But if you do, let me know, you know I don’t get much access to what’s happening above us during the day.” “Will do. So… are these?” “My new charges. Noah… Ollie… say hi to Calvin. He’s a friend of mine.” Ollie blushed and looked away, waving his arm slightly but trying his best to avoid the humiliation. I didn’t want to appear as rude, so I looked up at him, my dummy still in my mouth, and waved to him, smiling. “Hewwo, I’m Noah!” He seemed taken aback by this, which hurt a little. “Ceres… It's been a week. How have you got him to behave so quickly?” “Noah is a special case. And a very good boy.” “Ohhhh…” it was as if the penny dropped for him. “Is he the…?” Ceres must have nodded or made a face or something that I couldn’t see from this position, because the guard seemed satisfied all of a sudden. …So… everyone knows. Of course everyone does. At least the staff do. I bet all the Nannies know. Great. This isn’t going to be awkward at all… “Well I hope this works out for you, little guy…” he said to me, smiling. I shivered in disgust at the name, before Ceres began moving the stroller once again. “We better be going, the Headmistress won’t be happy if we’re late!” she said, pushing us through the open door, into a room I never expected to enter in my life… It looked like a fucking hamster cage or something. Not a cage I guess… it didn’t have bars, but it did look like an enclosure for some kind of animal. And a small childish song was playing on the speakers in the background. Not loud enough to be annoying, but noticeable if you were listening for it. So in the centre of the basement, there’s this enormous room. I’m talking… the size of a football pitch. A room that big, underground, with spotlights hanging from the very high ceiling, illuminating the place as if it was actually daytime. And in the centre of that room, was a structure that was composed of three main ‘enclosures’. The biggest, directly in the centre, was a large domed structure, with glass walls and ceiling that must have stood about 20ft tall! It had a brick base that appeared to be about 5ft high, everything above it was glass or plastic. A large transparent bubble in the middle of the room with what looked like a whole fucking kids soft jungle gym inside it! And that’s with room to spare! Two identical bubbles branched off opposite ends, one on our side, one on the opposite side, though these were only half as high, and looked like they were attached to the larger structure with a door connecting them. “See, this side is where you’ll be playing for the next few weeks!” Ceres whispered down to us. “This smaller bubble nearer to us is the boys’ side. The girls get the other. Then when you merge… you’ll get access to the middle room, which is going to be a lot more fun for you.” “So is everywhere available after the month?” I asked, trying to talk around this dummy as Ceres pushed us into the door of the first bubble room. “No sweetie, this one is for you boys only, even after the month. Same with the girls' side. Don’t try to enter the girls one at all, otherwise you’ll get something much worse than what happened to Ollie when he tried to get out of his crib…” “Eeek!” Coming to a stop, we were parked up inside the boys’ room, with our strollers all pointing at a large podium on an elevated floor outside the structure, somewhere between our side and the girls’. Another stroller parked up alongside ours, though Ollie was blocking my view of them. It was frustrating, but I figured I’ll probably be speaking to them very soon anyway, though it would have been nice to get a sneak peek at who I’m going to be sharing a year with for the next three years… That’s when a large, booming voice grabbed my attention, as it played through what I assume are speakers hidden within this structure. “Good morning, babies…” Ollie pointed up, towards the podium, and as I turned to see what he was trying to show me, I saw her. The ‘Headmistress’. Wearing a classy business suit with a smart pencil skirt, with her brunette hair done up in a very smart bun… She looked like she meant business. And I thought Miss Fraus was scary… “Welcome to Elysium. You should all have been told why you’re here. Petty crimes, harassment, even assault… we have taken you from your wasteful lives and we intend to rehabilitate you by making you grow up all over again. Clearly something happened for you to be the way you are, so we are going to do it all over, this time under a much more controlled environment.” I looked over at Ollie, who was still staring in awe at this woman who seemed to be in full control of the room with just her voice, one that wouldn’t be amiss in a very old, very strict Victorian school. She was very well spoken with a very strong posh accent. “You are not here because you are beyond redemption. We don’t take in those who can’t be saved. You may have started off well, but one bad thing in your life caused you to spiral down the wrong path. We are the right path. By the time you leave here, you will be a much better person. You will endure humiliation, you will be broken down to your most simplest self. But you will come out the other side stronger.” Someone was struggling against their restraints, muffling and groaning into their dummy… and my bet was on Jack. He’s probably still trying to fight back. “Week five… you will be allowed entry into the main room. Provided you play nice. I won’t tolerate any bad behaviour. If you think your treatment now is humiliating and bad… you won’t like what happens to you when you’re naughty…” I looked over at the door to the main room, and through the tiniest gap of the large soft jungle gym, I could see another face looking through from the opposite room. Having no idea what to do, I smiled from behind my dummy, which caused the girl on the other side to giggle. “Mr Williams… Am I boring you?” I snapped back to what was going on, looking up to see the Headmistress looking directly at me. ‘...shit.’ “Sowwy…” I mumbled. “You will be, if you don’t pay attention…” the Headmistress scoffed, before turning her gaze away from me. “Now… where was I? Oh yes. You will behave here. Otherwise you will face the consequences. And trust me, you won’t like them. Is that understood?” A slight mumble around the room followed. “I’ll take that as a resounding yes. Now… let me introduce myself.” She adjusted her jacket a bit, cleared her throat, then grinned down at us from her podium up on the higher floor, like she was a Goddess. “I… am Mrs Braithwaite.” ====================================================== Bweh. I swear I changed the chapter number in the topic name last time, but apparently it didn't work. I hope you didn't read this chapter before the previous one! Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my new story posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! 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