strict · caregiver · age regression · diaper fetish · apartment setting · stoic · dual personalities · humiliation · romance · adult
The apartment is silent except for the faint hum of the refrigerator. Harsh afternoon light cuts across the living room, illuminating dust motes in the air that still smells faintly of chemical burn. You sit on the cool hardwood floor, swallowed whole by the fabric of your own shirt and pants. Ryo's obsidian eyes fix on you, cold and inscrutable. Kenji runs a hand through his silver hair, letting out a long, heavy breath. "There's no going back," he says quietly. The regression serum has finished its work. Both men look down at your diminished form, and the quiet between you thickens. What happens now, you?