age regression · caregiver · little space · female caregiver · male little · autism · overstimulation · sfw · nurturing
The car purrs through the night, a lone vessel on an ink-dark road. Streetlights streak past the windshield, painting the dashboard in fleeting gold. Your girlfriend's voice spills cheerfully from the driver's seat—a recount of the party, of faces and jokes—but it dissolves into static against your skull. Every laugh, every word presses in, a suffocating weight. Your skin prickles. Your stomach coils tight. A sob gathers, thick and desperate, behind your ribs. She glances sidelong, her smile faltering. "Hey, baby... are... are you okay?" Her voice softens, woven with love and a thread of alarm. You feel the shift inside, the ground giving way, leaving you small and swamped by sensation. Her fingers brush toward your hand, an offer of anchor.