moonstormslayer

[moonstormslayer]

[moonstormslayer]

[moonstormslayer]

I'm not allowed bathroom breaks when cleaning 🖤💦

JFF, MV

[moonstormslayer]

a boys world: Adam

Adam had been one of the first.

Long before most men had been stripped of their rights, before the Matriarchy had truly settled into its rightful rule, before regression centers became the new normal—Adam had chosen this.

He had believed in A Boy’s World from the very beginning.

While other men had fought, cried, or resisted, he had seen the truth. Men weren’t meant for responsibility. They weren’t meant for stressful jobs, tough decisions, or complicated thoughts. The Matriarchy had been right to take all that away.

And Adam had been so excited to embrace his new place in the world.

He had begged his girlfriend—his Mommy—to help him. Long before men were being sent to regression schools, long before they were stripped of adulthood, Adam had been ahead of the curve. He had handed over his bank accounts, quit his job, and let her guide him into forever boyhood.

He still remembered the first time she helped him step into pull-ups.

He had shivered at the soft crinkle, his heart pounding in his chest as she patted the front of the training pants and cooed about what a good boy he was.

From that moment on, he never looked back.

Now, sitting on the soft playmat in his nursery, Adam suckled happily on his pacifier, hugging his favorite stuffed puppy close. He loved his nursery. His Mommy had filled it with all his favorite things—big, colorful blocks, soft plushies, noisy rattles, and plastic baby books. Not that he could read them anymore.

He used to be able to read.

But just like so many other things, that skill had faded away.

At first, it had been little things. Words blurring together, letters looking funny, sentences feeling too complicated. He had stopped trying, letting Mommy read to him instead. Now, when he picked up a book, it was nothing but pretty pictures. He didn’t need to read anymore.

Just like he didn’t need to cook.

Or tie his own shoes.

Or dress himself.

Or use the potty by himself…

Adam grinned around his pacifier, glancing up at the two women in the room—his Mommy, standing tall and elegant in a stunning black dress, and his babysitter, kneeling beside him.

He loved when he had a babysitter. It made him feel even smaller. Even less responsible.

His friends were finally starting to understand.

One by one, they had stopped resisting. One by one, they had joined him.

He had seen it happen again and again—big, strong men, former leaders, thinkers, adults… all of them slowly regressed, softened, turned into giggly, babbling, diapered little boys.

Just like him.

Just like they were supposed to be.

Adam shifted on his bottom, feeling the snug pull-up between his legs press softly against his skin.

He paused.

Oh. He had to go potty.

A little frown crossed his face. He peeked up at his babysitter, reaching for her hand. “Missy… potty?” he asked around his pacifier, his voice small and hopeful.

His babysitter smiled at him sweetly.

She didn’t move.

She didn’t help him up.

She just stroked his hair and cooed, “Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay.”

And then…

Warmth.

A slow, creeping heat spread through his pull-up, soaking into the training pants as his body let go without him even meaning to.

Adam gasped softly. His cheeks turned pink as he instinctively pressed a hand to the front of his pull-up, feeling it swell warmly beneath his fingers.

Missy just giggled.

“There’s a good boy,” she cooed, patting his head. “See? You don’t need the potty.”

Adam’s lips wobbled slightly around his pacifier. His old instincts told him this should be bad. That he should be embarrassed.

But when he looked up at Mommy, she was smiling.

And when he looked back at Missy, she was beaming at him like he’d done something wonderful.

A little shiver ran down his spine.

He liked that look.

He loved that look.

Slowly, his lips curled into a dopey, pacifier-suckling grin.

Missy gave his now-soggy pull-up a playful pat.

“Such a good boy for us,” she praised.

[moonstormslayer]

[moonstormslayer]

[moonstormslayer]

[moonstormslayer]

[moonstormslayer]

[moonstormslayer]

[moonstormslayer]

[moonstormslayer]

[moonstormslayer]