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Ashford Institute Acquisition's Department brings in a soft little cutie

#nsfwtwt #cgl #little #medfet

There's a knock at your door at midnight. The knocking continues despite your refusal to get up. With great reluctance, you drag yourself from under your covers

(where you'd been hiding since you woke up at 4pm), and head to your front door. Surely the university services weren't showing up at midnight to complain about your lack of attendance. They are constantly on your back, never in the middle of the night, though.

Opening it, you see two women, both tall, relatively muscular and attractive. They're dressed in what appears to be paramedic garb, only not quite. Ashford Institute is printed on their jackets and bags.

"Hello, sweetie, do you mind if we step inside to have a quick chat?" One of them steps forward, placing herself in the doorway, preventing you from closing it.

"What is this about?" you ask, already unable to make any kind of eye contact. Your voice is little more than a cautious whisper. You're too timid to challenge her, or to try closing the door.

"We're just very worried about you. Why don't we step inside for a little chat?"

She takes a full step inside. Not hearing any protest from you, she takes that as affirmation to continue. "Let's get you somewhere comfy." She takes you by the arm and leads you further into your home. Being a natural follower, you would've tottered along behind her regardless.

"Um. Why are you here? Who called you?" Your voice is still weak, not that it was ever particularly strong.

The woman leading you by the arm sets you down into a comfortable chair. "Well, this might sound a little strange at first, but our team monitors social media.-

From there we find those we believe are most in need of our help, then we act on it. It's kind of like a pre-emptive support service."

"Wait, you've been through my accounts. Even..." A mortified expression crosses your face.

"Yes, even the Twitter you hide from everyone in real life." You turn a bright shade of crimson. That was supposed to be a silly kink account nobody was supposed to know about.

"We're here because we care. We know you aren't cut out for adult life, and that's okay.-

You tried your best, moving away from home, going to university, but that life just isn't for you. We're going to take you to a special place where soft littles like you can get all the help you need." The woman sits next to you, resting a comforting arm around you.

"But I don't want to go anywhere," you begin to protest.

She hushes you with a finger to your lips. "Sweetie, you're coming with us whether you like it or not. Just look around, look at this mess, look at yourself. You're clearly not capable of caring for yourself like an-

adult should be able to." She gives your shoulder a soft squeeze. "It will be a lot easier on you if you come willingly." There's no hint of malice in her second statement, but it does make it clear that you'll be coming one way or another.

"If you're really stressing, I can give you something to help calm you down, make this process a tad easier for you?" She asks, still keeping a soft tone. "I promise we're doing this for your own good, and you'll find your place in life, something more than this." She gestures-

around your messy apartment.

Your head is swirling with thoughts you'd rather not be having. Are you really going to go with these people? They could be kidnappers. On the other hand, what did you really have to lose? And she seems so soft and caring.

Just having her give you a little squeeze made you feel like bursting into tears after being touch starved for so very long. Not since they had abandoned you had you felt any kind of sweetness, let alone someone treating you like this.

"Okay..." You finally whimper after a few moments.

She pulls out a small syringe and needle making you instantly flinch. "Don't worry, baby, it'll be over before you know it. Just be brave for a moment. 3 2 1 aaaand done." The jab certainly hurt, but her fingers ruffling-

through your hair is enough of a distraction to stop you getting too upset. She lets you pick a plaster. Despite how embarrassed you feel, you excitedly point to the dinosaur one. For a moment you feel silly, then you see her soft smile as she applies it, and those cares fade.

Quite quickly, you find yourself feeling a great deal more spacey. You can't help letting out a cute giggle. All that silly embarassment gone from your mind. All those big adult thoughts banished. You don't need them, you never did.

The woman beams with pride seeing you reduced to this state. "We know how much you love dinosaurs, little one, so guess what we got you." Without giving you a chance to guess, she pulls out a brand new pacifier printed with cute stegosaurses. She doesn't even have to tell you to-

open your mouth since you happily do so. You'd always been too shy to buy one yourself, being relegated to sucking on your thumb. Once it's between your lips you begin to softly suckle. It's even more soothing than you imagined. You'd always been too afraid to buy one in case-

someone found it and thought you were some kind of freak.

"You just suckle on your paci, baby, I've got you." Without any noticeable exertion, she lifts you into her arms. You giggle into your paci. Your weak little hands manage to grab onto her uniform and you rest your head-

against her. You feel like melting into her.

She carries you out into an SUV with heavily tinted windows. The next few moments are spent getting you settled into a comfy car seat. "You're doing so well, angel. Not much longer and we'll be at your new home."

If you could string a coherent few thoughts together that sentence might worry you. Fortunately, you're just a silly little baby with a care in the world.

After a few minutes, the other woman enters the car with a few bags of your things.

"Off we go, little one. Just keep sucking on your paci. We'll be there before you know it, then you'll never have to be big again."

During the drive, you doze off, but awake to find yourself cradled in her arms once again. You're now in some kind of foyer, next to a reception desk. "This one give you any trouble?" The sleepy looking receptionist asks.

The woman holding you shakes her head with a soft chuckle. "Not even a little bit. So well behaved, aren't you?" She coos down towards you, rocking you a little in her arms. Your only response is to become blushy and mumble around your dino paci.

Eventually you manage to give a weak nod, although you're unable to actually pull your head away from resting on her shoulder.

"Awwwwwwwwww," you hear the receptionist say, causing your cheeks to flush an even deeper shade. "So blushy too. I'm sure they'll fit right in."

"I'm gonna take this lil angel down to the daycare ward, would you mind sorting the intake work for me?"

"Sure, but only because they're so cute."

The world is still fuzzy to you. The rhythmic pattern of her steps feels like the only thing keeping you tethered to reality.

You're not sure you've ever felt so comfortable. Confusion and fear at the situation you find yourself lie just out of reach of your mind. You know there's something wrong with what's going on, but you're just completely complacent in the nice lady's arms.

Just like the car ride, you're not sure how much time passes until you finally come to a stop. "Wakey wakey, baby," she coos, bouncing you slightly to get your attention.

Your eyes flutter open and you find yourself in a lengthy corridor.

Many doors line the walls, most with some kind of writing on a small whiteboard in the centre. Each door has a small window around head height. You find that the writing is too difficult to read, although you do feel somewhat more alert than you were.

"Whher ar w?" You mumble around the paci you forgot you have been suckling on the entire time.

"Hi sweetheart." A new voice says, pulling your attention. You see a relatively short, attractive, somewhat androgynous person, although leaning towards masculinity.

They're wearing work overalls with various pockets filled with who knows what, as well as multiple colourful patches ironed on. . "I'm Zander, one of the nurses here. I'm going to be looking after you while you're on this ward." His voice remains soft, reminiscent of how one-

would talk to a child. Normally that might sound patronising, but to you it helps you understand.

The word ward makes you feel a sense of worry. You're in hospital? Why? Nothing was wrong with you. Hadn't you been at home not long ago?

Zander notes the concern on your face. "I know this might seem really scary at first, but we're gonna take good care of you, okay?" Without waiting for an answer, they gesture to what you quickly realise is a crib crossed with a hospital bed with one side pulled down.

Just set them down there for me," he says to the woman holding you.

A moment later, you're laid down into the crib, despite your weak protests. You're not sure if you're complaining about being placed into a crib, or no longer being in her arms. You softly sob at being set down.

"The meds we gave them will be wearing off pretty soon, shall I restrain them?" She asks Zander, making her voice low.

"Yes, but be gentle. I'll go prep them some special milk," Zander whispers in reply, before turning to you.

"Just relax, sweetie. I'm gonna go get you something yummy to drink,"he speaks in such a reassuring tone your sobbing lessens, and you could really use something to drink. He steps out of sight.

You feel something wrapping around one of your ankles so you crane your head up to get a better view. The woman who carried you in here is attaching some kind of restraint cuff to your leg. She's careful to not make it too tight, and the way it's attached to the crib does leave-

you some room to move.

"Wha ar you doin?" You mumble around your paci as she continues to work. You can feel yourself becoming more aware with each moment that passes. Still far from fully conscious of yourself or your situation, but enough for thoughts to creep back in.

"We just don't want you to panic or hurt yourself, cutie. We need to take care of you and some little ones get extremely fussy at first. This is all new and scary, but given the kind of things in your record I'm sure you'll love your time here. Just try to relax."

Despite whatever she gave you starting to wear off, you still can't help feeling soothed by her voice, even as she begins to restrain your wrists to the crib.

She spends a few moments petting your hair, making it difficult for your worries to fully form in your mind.

Once Zander returns, he turns to her "Okay, I think you're all done, thank you. Here's your sign off papers." He passed her a few sheets, before turning his full attention to you.

"Hi there, baby. Why don't we get you to your new room?" He begins to pull your wheeled crib down the corridor. Without meaning to, you start to sob, quickly bursting into tears. "Awww, sweetheart, don't worry. You'll see the nice lady again, we just need to get you settled."

You're unsure if you're crying over the unsettling situation, or over leaving the person that had treated you so kindly behind. Probably a mixture of both.

Quickly, you find yourself in a softly decorated room. Somewhere between a nursery and playroom.

Your crib is set up in the corner, before Zander sits down on the side and leans over you.

"I'm sorry you're upset, angel. Let it all out if you need to." He strokes and ruffles your hair as you sob. You can't help clinging to him as the only source of comfort available.

"There there, angel. It's okay. I'm gonna take good care of you."

Once you've managed to settle down enough, he wipes your eyes and nose. Your mind feels almost back to normal now, although you can't help feeling little given your situation.

On another day, you would have fantasied about something close to this. They hold up a bottle filled with milk. "I bet you're really thirsty, baby. Milk always helps soothe little ones like you." He gives you a soft boop on the nose.

He gently pulls your new dinosaur paci from your mouth, eliciting an unintended annoyed whine. He smirks, "don't worry, cutie, you'll get your paci back, just drink up for Zander." He holds the bottle's teat to your lips, not forcing you to take it.

Despite your worries over what you've been brought into, you're aware enough to know you don't really have much choice, and you are so very thirsty. Gently wrapping your lips around the bottle, you begin to suckle. Something about this warm milk gives it a special sweetness.

It's so delicious you can't help continuing to drink it down. Sweet, filling, and it makes your head fuzzy and little in a new way.

"There you go, such a good little baby. Make sure you drink it all up for me." They prop up your head to make it easier for you.

After a couple of minutes of greedy drinking, the bottle is removed from your lips, despite you reaching out to continue suckling. You slump down with a disappointed noise once it's finally out of your reach. "All done, silly," he coos oh so softly.

Has his voice always been so comforting. You giggle at being called silly, causing Zander to smile down at you. Just seeing him over you makes you melt. Being in a crib and having just been bottle fed certainly helps, though.

"Since you've been such a good little angel for me, finishing all your milk, you can pick what stuffie you'd like to sleep with, then I'll read you a nice little story." He holds up a Stegosaurus plush and a teddy bear.

"Steggy!" You call out loudly. You're surprised at how excited you're getting over a stuffed toy. Toys are some of the most important things in the world though, right? But what about your life? It all feels foggy somehow.

It becomes even foggier as Zander lowers Steggy down into your arms. There's just enough give in your restraints for you to clutch your new stuffie to your chest. You already feel so attached to them. "You just hold onto Steggy, baby. You need to take care of them."

"Try to use your indoor voice, though, angel. I know you're excited, but it's almost bedtime."

You feel a sudden sense of guilt after the soft chiding from Zander. "M sowwy, Zandy." You never used to feel this intently about disappointing someone.

You also never used to slip into baby talk so easily, without you even noticing. Bedtime? You never go to bed until at least 4am. Despite that, you can't help yawning.

"Shh, it's okay. You're still learning. And yes, storytime first,-

then it's off to sleepy land for you and Steggy." Part of you wants to kick up some kind of a fuss. Such thoughts are cut short by another long yawn. Before you can close your mouth, Zander places your paci between your lips. You can't stop yourself suckling away. So soothing.

"You're doing so well, little one. You're going to fit right in here."

With that, Zander begins to read you a story. It doesn't take long for your eyes to flutter closed. You completely conk out only moments after, before they're past the first few pages.

Zander gently kisses you on the forehead, pulls a blankie over you, then pulls up the side of your crib. When he turns off the soft main light, a nightlight automatically comes on. "Night night, little one," he whispers softly, before locking the door behind him.

You're left alone (except for Steggy!!!) to have a blissful sleep, filled with dreams about little dinosaur adventures.