Neo Genesis city, a shining beacon of prosperity and productivity. It’s many building all powered and connected by the cyan grid, a bluish glowing fluid that acted like the internet of yesteryear. The buildings were tall and all equipped with the most advanced technology the world had developed. In the past, people could only dream of the technolog Neo Genesis had, but now if you could dream it, Neo Genesis could make it happen.
The secret to their prosperity lay in a device the leader of the city had hand crafted many years ago. The regression beam, with it’s power people could live over and over and reap the rewards of their hard work. Some could even relax as babies being cared for by women who didn’t want to birth a child themselves.
But as with all ideas and inventions, there was those who opposed it. Many had voiced concerns about this technology and how it affected the natural order of the world. Time was one of the most basic forces of the world and now it was being played with like a toy. To these people, even with all the other advances, such power should not be in the hands of humans. Humans were corruptible beings, who knows what kind of damage this could do?
As such, when these people were listened to, they joined forces and retreated from society to form a new group. This group would fight the Neo Genesis government and bring balance back to the force of time. These people looked toward the sun and its relentless march across the sky and named themselves, The Sun March Brigade.
The leader of the government sighed beckoning his secretary over to him. His office was a dim area, the only illumination came from the cyan grid that hooked up his computer with that of the building. Along the walls were blueprints of each generation of regression gun. Hand drawn and there for inspiration.
"Scarlett, The agents tell me there is some sort of rebel group trying to overthrow me! I want you to triple the bots on the streets, around these three areas which I believe to be harbouring the misguided fools!" He said pointing the the holo map of the city.
"Yes Mister Pain, I'll do so post haste!"
Scarlett walked to her desk and started to type an email. It travelled straight to the combat AI that controlled most of the robots along with giving orders to some of the personal that also patrolled.
A massive ground changed direction after hearing the news, surrounding the HQ of the rebels, who were in the middle of something. A TV show was interrupted by a sudden cracking, before showing a shadowy figure on the screen with a sunrise banner behind him.
"Citizens of Neo Genesis" The voice said, which was modulated "You are being lied to and manipulated. The government is using its regression technology in order to mess with the most dangerous force in the natural world, the force of time. They can keep you ignorant of the real harm this technology causes with their constant proclamations that it is helpful to society when in actuality it cannot be anything else but harmful.”
“We are not the government pigs or their brainwashed cult like reformed prisoners, we are the Sun March Brigade, wishing only to keep the natural order to the world. Support the cause, support the march of time!"
The people watched the broadcasts, fearful yet intrigued as the ruler slammed down on his desk, "TRACE THAT SIGNAL!" he shouted getting to work on it himself trying to remove any proxies to trace the original signal.
Scarlet heard the scream and went to her console to issue the commands required. Outside the headquarters of the still filming sun march brigade a group of several military women were gearing up for an assault on the building just to see if they had something.
Equipped with fourth generation regression guns, neo flash bangs, several bits of tactictal gear and baby carriers they marched into the building. Busting down doors and breaking windows.
When the women entered the inner sanctum, they found only one thing. A young man with ginger hair in front of the solar banner and a camera. He stood and faced the women.
"What is your name?" one of them barked while the others prepared their regression guns?"
"My name is Alastair Connors, First Lieutenant of the Sun March brigade."
"Connors..." A woman went "You are hereby placed under arrest for conspiring against the government, you don't need to say anything but it will harm your defence if you do not mention, when questioned, something you later rely on in court, anything you say will be given in evidence."
Alastair laughed "Like this will ever see a court."
"For your crimes and status, the leader has ordered to see you in person. Now come along before we make the choice for you."
"I'm coming, I'm coming..." Alastair said "Don't be so pushy."
As he was escorted out, Alastair could see the brigade escaping, he smiled, knowing he had done his job well. Now he prepared to face the leader of everything he hated.
The boy was soon knocked out and when he awoke there were many glaring lights shone into his face. Above there was a silhouette of a woman. She looked at the boy, grabbing her hand crafted regression pistol. He was tied up with reform polymers, strands that were able to repair themselves in the process of breaking.
"They say at age 13 a boy will do anything to get a woman's attention, at age five they stick to their mothers like glue and can't help themselves from helping them." The woman said, an air of confidence in her words.
"Which age do you think you'll spill the beans?" The woman paced around the boy, causing him to have to rubber neck to see her properly.
"I know of seven people who did it at two, for the bargain of gaining a few more years... and then that one sap who did it at his original age to get me to spare him."
She went back the other way, in a teasing manner.
"What say you, boy?"
"What makes you think I will talk woman?" Alastair said "We are taught to fight to the death or permanent regression. I intend to keep that motto. So you might as well regress until I am an infant and give me to a nice foster family to be raised by, because I ain't talking."
He spat on the ground as his final act, knowing full well this was his time.
The woman giggled, "Aww that's so cute! He thinks he's so noble and stuff!" She says giggling more and more.
She falls to her knees behind the banister that blocked her from the pit the boy was in. She kept laughing as though she just heard of the Nazi jet copter for the first time. She was trying to degrade the boy's sense of pride, which made people more willing to talk at age five. Though that detail he couldn't know.
She then stood up and started to click and charge her gun, "No really, don't joke with me, I'm a bit giddy right now at the chance to have such a cutie like you on my boobs, I'll totally go that far if need be."
She walked down a small set of stairs still in the cover of the lights and pointed the gun at the boy, "I hear diaper rash is rather painful..."
Watching this woman giggle in front of him and having others join in disturbed Alastair, but as he saw her charging her gun at him he knew there was only one thing he could do. He looked to Heavens and screamed:
"The march of time is forever and true. Mankind should not control its power. We are the sun brigade and we will never surrender to regression! We are the future, never to journey into the past!"
The woman let out a small burst, making him slide back into the beginnings of puberty, like she'd mentioned his loins begged for her attention and his hormone were raging. She seductively walked up to him playing with his hair with one hand as the light showed him her face.
She was well done up with makeup and a rather expensive looking business suit, with several different panels sewn into it to allow her full control over many different facets of the building. She placed her hand on his shoulder, making sure to keep the gun away, not that he could grab it bound as he was.
"Now sweetie, I've been given special permission to date younger people like you, so If you do something to turn me on, I can really rock your world." She said going from talking out loud to whispering in his ear.
She even had on some pheromone perfume just to make it that much harder to resist.
This woman was testing Alastair’s limits, everything about her was sexy to him and his hormones were raging, begging him to give up and give in to her. But in the back of his mind, he knew he couldn't. He would rather forever be a baby before he fell to this succubus.
"The march of time is forever and true." he struggled to say "We do not give up or surrender. I will sooner be a baby for life before I ever surrender to Neo Genesis"
The woman set the gun down on a table a bit further away, and started to undo one of his arms, "You sure, When I said I wouldn't mind a cutie on my boobs I didn't mean you had to be an infant..."
She unbuttoned her shirt and slowly guided the boy's hand to her exposed breast. It was soft, warm and bouncy. With her other hand she slowly traced a line up the boy's legs to his crotch, getting close, but just barely not touching it.
She continued to tease the boy before standing back up, "So, have something to tell your girlfriend, or your mommy?"
A shiver ran down Alastair's body with every movement this succubus made. He was working of every self control instinct he had just to stop himself from telling her everything. he wouldn't deny it, he wanted her, he wanted her badly. His loins were screaming at him, and he started shaking uncontrollably.
"I...I..." he started saying, as the woman leaned in close, smiling a victory smile "I...will not...falter. I...must...fight on. You... will not... BREAK ME!!!"
The woman gave his crotch a small little touch, that lasted a bit long. As she did this she moved his hand along her breast and gave him a seductive smile.
"You... will have to regress me, witch!!" Alastair screamed "You will not break my spirit!!"
The woman was torn, she felt like just a little more and he'd break in her palm, but then again she was sure he'd be an adorable five year old, and she'd already conditioned him for the trip down. She did up her shirt and walked towards the gun.
A bit of a longer charge was required, she turned her back to the boy as she waited, "You're going to be such a cute little sook, I bet you'll run to mommies side and just beg to be able to show how much of a man you are!" She said rather arrogantly.
Alastair sighed, he knew what was coming, but he was ready for it. He took one last deep breath and bid farewell to all of his remaining adulthood.
"For glory." he whispered "For the brigade, may we march on..."
The woman turned to him and aimed the gun, it's translucent casing showing many different flashes and glows from the different components. She took aim for the boy's head, knowing where she shot had little effect but liking to keep her aim in good shape. With a pull of the trigger the beam of cyan light streaked across the little pit and hit the boy right between the eyes.
The ropes fell louse as he shrunk down, his clothing changing along with him into some loose fitting and adorably childish clothes. The woman also modified the beam a bit, to ensure maximum humility of her target, the boy's undergarments started to puff up into some training pants.
Once free he could now get off his chair and run around, but the childish fear of the unknown and the surrounding shroud of light made it so there was only one place he wanted to be, by the woman's legs.
Alastair couldn't believe his eyes, he was completely shrunk down, his clothes were practically made for a toddler and, reaching down and feeling it, he was sure he was in training pants. His brain though, was overloaded with childish fear and there was only place he wanted to be away from the lights, the nearest adult. He saw the woman and quickly ran to her, gripping her leg tightly.
"Make the lights go away, they're scary." he said, unable to control what he said
The woman couldn't help but smile, "Okay, But Mommy needs your help. Okay?"
The woman rubbed his back in a soothing way as she held the boy's head close to her heart, "Mommy can't turn them off unless you help her, she need to know, where the sun brigade is and what they are planning."
Alastair started crying, torn.
"I can't..." he whined "I can't say, I'll be in really really big trouble. Please mommy, anything but that... please."
Alastair cried harder, wanting the lights to stop but something was telling him not to talk.
The woman picked him up, "No one is putting my little boy in trouble for helping mommy! Don't you worry you can tell me without fear!"
She rubbed his back as he cried into her shoulder trying to soothing him, "Shhh shhh shh, it's okay, you can tell mommy, no one will hurt you, mommy will make sure of that!"
Alastair had lasted longer than anyone would expected but between the bright lights, his childish new fears and the woman soothing him, he couldn't take it anymore.
"I can't tell you cause I don't know." he sobbed in his mommy's shoulder "Only the big people know the plans, I was not high enough to know. I heard from my boss that the big people were meeting in chequers square but that's all. Please, make it stop, please mommy please!!"
The woman texted her superior that they should hide some snipers by the checker square and maybe have a sleeper squad. Once that was taken care of the lights dimmed to a soothing amber and some colourful playmate were revealed. The area really soothed the childish boy.
"You did very good, Mommy will make sure you get some candy for this!" She said setting him down and giving him a toy.
She took a look at the gun, a evil smile creeping over her face, "Now lets just..." She said as she turned the gun to charge just a little bit more. She let the boy play a little bit before she hit him again, causing him to fall down, his walking ability going first as he shrunk into a early one year old.
The woman eagerly walked over to pick up her new child.
The rest of the day passed rather quickly for the now baby Alastair. His mommy took him to a private nursery, equipped with playpen, changing table, lots of toys and a full size crib. After his mommy quickly changed his diaper and put him in a onesie, she gently lowered him into the crib.
"Now I know you probably don't remember a single thing my little sweetie." She said "but mommy won't take any chances with her special little boy, oh no she won't."
Before Alastair could think about what she meant, mommy started up a mobile above his crib and placed a pacifier in his mouth. The combined soothing motions meant alastair quickly fell to sleep and any chance of him remembering his past life were. lost Lieutenant Alastair Connors was no more.
The proper troops and squads were positioned and ready to listen to anything that was going on at the given place. Thought the leader didn't want to rule out the fact that they may of feed the boy false information in order to throw them off. They hired mercenaries for this job to make sure they could still respond to movement elsewhere in the city. The given area almost seemed like a weak point in the defences.
Elsewhere the security was ramping up, movement without conflict would be near impossible even with something shrouding the entire path.
The mercenaries bought from a nearby city and equipped with the usual gear that the other troops had were listening in for any information, and maybe some would get to capture some of the leaders of this rebellion, to take home and raise in their city.
Those most likely were the ones hidden under the meeting place, the leader had quite the fascination with underground infrastructure and without the city knowing it, build a network of tunnels, mainly because robot labour is cheap and it amused him.
"They're all over the square." A lookout went "Connors must have been tortured. There's no way he would have surrendered like that.
"Regardless..." One of the leaders went. "Connors did his job. He held out long enough to give us enough time to fight. And now, they are where we want them. It was a shame we had to lost a fine soldier like him, but I will make sure his sacrifice was not in vain. He may be a regressed child right now, but he will grow up in the new world free of this government. Soldiers, you may proceed with the plan."
"As you say, sir." The soldiers on the communicators went and they prepared to fight. The war would end here.
The mercenaries held their ground, waiting for the Sun march brigade to make the first move. The square was silent and for such a busy area was creepily devoid of human life, or even robot activity.
The leader smiled, as a light started to shine on him, his face being broadcasted wired throughout the city, "Hello, my fair citizens." He began.
A counter broadcast right as the sun march brigade wished to make their stand, the leader had planned quite the war of attrition. Everyone who was working would be near some news station which would raise its volume for the important announcement.
"I'm sure you are wondering about this, sun march brigade that pirated the airwaves not too long ago. These, religious zealots, wish nothing more to rob you of the prosperity that has been provided to you. They speak of the flow of time as though it were a god, the base level of scepticism makes one question their motives."
The leader spoke in a soothing tone, developed over many years, he sounded like a concerned old man.
"Rest assured that the city's emergency workers will do their very best to assure that no civilians will come to harm at the hands of these misguided individuals. That being said, if any of these people are watching, I assure you I know your pain, it can be hard to ask for help, you may not want to admit it, but you are just frustrated at your potential not being met."
With a humble smile he moved his hands out to the camera as though it could take it.
"Potential in this city is infinite, all you need do is ask, remember there is always a new beginning in this city. I apologize for the interruption in your work schedules, and will personally see that you are all compensated out of my own pocket, good day."
With that it cut off as the mercenaries Prepared to launch their counter assault.
"You dare call us zealots?" One leader went "You are the one who made yourself a god. We will bring you down. Shadow squad Alpha, take out the mercenaries on the far left."
"Acknowledged." One of them went and from their lookout post, they could see the soldiers sneak behind the mercenaries and quickly knock them out and drag them into the shadows. Some of the others went to look at the place where the comrades once were.
"Perfect. Bravo team, your turn. Ones on the far right."
"Understood." Went a voice and just like before, the group quickly knocked the mercenaries out-cold before dragging them away. A wave of confusion and fear hit the remaining mercenaries in the square. This was the plan of the brigade. They could not win with numbers, but they could win with strategy. This plan wouldn't last long, but it will do for now.
"For Connors and every soldier we have lost." One leader spoke. "Proceed to phrase 2."
There won't be a phase two, only a two year old!" came muffled from the very ground beneath the person giving the commands.
A sudden blast from a breaching charge blew open a hole in the ground he was standing on. A rather large woman took her regression rifle and discharged it right into the commander's face. The others charged out of their hole and opened fire on the others near him. The ground then reformed under her once all were out.
While this chaos was going on several other teams cut off the squads who'd knocked out the other mercenaries. Some ended in shot-outs while others made use of the confusion on the comms to sneak attack and save their knocked out comrades.
The young woman who'd burst out of the ground carefully put the commander she shot at point blank into the front baby carrier she was given and gave him a bit of a tickle. He remembered what was going on, and that he needed to not tell them any information, but he also felt a bond forming with the woman as she pointed her gun elsewhere.
"Strategy has failed... all units, full attack. For the march of time!"
"For the march of time!" The solar brigade roared as they charged out of their hiding places and rushed the troops. Using their own regression rifles, the brigade fought back and chaos reigned. No advanced strategy, no strokes of brilliance, not even time to brag over good shooting. It was either the government or the brigade. Casualties were thick on either side, with neither giving an inch.
The snipers giggled from the roof-tops, as the call went out on the comms, "Prime the EMP" it came, as two women just underneath the square heard it and started to work on their little device.
The mercenaries started to give a little ground in the centre of the square, when they could without fear of being regressed. Babies now covered the battlefield, crying and wailing. The mercenaries often would pick some up just to be shot and join them. The one who'd managed to get their assumed leader was already out of the field of battle, knowing her mission was now information.
This charge was just what they needed, just a little bit further and the entire sun march brigade would be within the blast radius and they would be left defenceless against the just out of range snipers who were still hidden.
The leader of the city watched from the different camera feeds that were on soldiers. He watched with no emotion as his secretary watched with a smile.
Alastair was playing in his crib, having woken up from his nap. As he looked around, he saw the ray gun his mommy had used. Reaching for it, the gun dropped from the shelve and crashed to the ground, activating reverse mode and shooting Alastair. Alastair progressed in age until age 4. His onesie became toddler clothes and his diaper changed to training pants. He wondered what was going on until memories started to return to him. He had been taken prisoner and that woman had made him give up chequers square. But now he was in the building with the ray gun.
"It's time for a little payback." He said, before climbing out of the crib and grabbing the ray gun. He left the nursery and quickly ran down the hall, ducking in and out of cover before he was seen by other employees, then he heard voices...
"...soon this war will be over and things will go back to normal." A voice he recognised as the leader of the government went
"After this is over, I will be taking maternity leave." The female voice he recognised as the woman he had called mommy, mentally kicking himself for falling for such ploys "I'll be taking my little one on holiday and molding him into a perfect child. If he doesn't turn out how I want, I'll just regress him to a baby and make myself younger until he's perfect."
This made Alastair so angry that he gave up with waiting. He opened the door and pointed his gun at them. They both turned around with shocked faces.
"What's wrong, "mummy"?" Alastair said, gritting his teeth "Woke up from my nap and thought you'd be happy to see me. Or is it because now I have the gun and you are at MY mercy.”
While the secretary did keep a strong look on her face she was backing away slowly. Alastair shoot at her feet to make her stop.
"You are not going anywhere!" He roared before turning to the leader. "You... You who made himself ruler of time itself. What do you think you are? A God?" he said before laughing a little "Well, here is what you are going to do, you are going to call off your forces and hand over control of Neo Genesis to the Sun March Brigade, in fact, you will make me the new ruler of Neo Genesis. Any move on your part that I don't like, I will immediately regress both of you and take control myself. So what’s it gonna be? I will count to 10, and if you don't say anything, I will regress you. 1... 2..."
The leader was stone faced, "You haven't even charged the gun..." He said gesturing for his secretary to pick the boy up.
She walked slowly yet dignified as if trying to impress the man she was working for. She slowly made her way to the child and held out her hand. He still felt the emerging bond between the two and at four years old he definitely wanted to be picked up just like a little kid who wanted attention.
Alastair took an unconscious step forward, wanting to be picked up and cuddled, told everything would be alright. He then shook his head, racking his brain to remember how she did it. She was walking closer but then Alastair started bashing the sides of the gun, then a light flickered on and a charge appeared, a full one. Alastair smiled and the woman stopped. He pointed the gun up again at her and then at the leader.
"Charlie! Put that gun down!" The secretary shouted, throwing the boy off just a bit.
The woman knew how to play ball with just about any age, and this boy was a four year old, which meant they didn't like to get in trouble. A quick shout and their full name was sure to snap them out of their previous life's ambitions.
"MY NAME IS ALASTAIR." He roared back "FIRST LIEU... lieu... lieutenant..." he struggled, being 4 the struggled with bigger words "OF THE SUN MARCH BRIGADE. YOU ARE NOT IN CONTROL HERE!! 5....6.....!!"
The secretary looked to the leader who simply smiled, "Alright..." he said getting up.
The man pulled back his chair and used his hand to gesture to the boy to sit down in the chair. Rumours were that was where the leader controlled everything, a simple sit in that chair could change the tide, a few moments to tell the ai to fire upon the government itself would spell the end, once and for all.
Alastair froze, uncertain of his next move. Here was his chance to end the war and win it all, but the leader was never one to give up so why was he. Something about his smile was creepy, almost to the point where Alastair nearly wet his training pants. He moved forward slowly, never taking his gun off the leader. He looked over at the secretary making sure she didn't make any moves either. He then promptly sat in the chair, still with his gun aimed at the leader before looking over the controls. He pressed the button for intercom and suddenly screens started appearing all over the city.
"Neo Genesis..." Alastair started "Your government has used you for long enough. I am Alastair Connors of the Sun March Brigade and now I have your precious leader following my commands." He pointed a regression rifle at the leader, making sure no movement on his part "As of this moment, The Neo Genesis government is gone and I now have been complete control of Neo Genesis. If you work for the government, you are hereby ordered to lower your weapons and surrender for you have lost. ALL HAIL THE MARCH OF TIME!!!"
"ALL HAIL THE MARCH OF TIME!" the remaining non regressed Sun March brigade went as the neo genesis soldiers couldn't believe their eyes "HAIL KING ALASTAIR, LONG LIVE THE KING! LONG LIVE THE KING!"
"King Alastair..." he said "I like it. Now what about you? What shall I do with you two?" Pointing his gun at the former leader and secretary.
The leader chuckled, and with a snap of his fingers, the gun powered down, "Now little boy, that's enough make believe." He said taking the gun from the boy's hand effortlessly.
The secretary picked the boy up and walked to a chair, "I'm sorry Charlie, but you earned yourself a spanking!"
The leader sat down and turned on the same comm link, "Activate the EMP, now..." he said looking the boy in the eyes as his secretary started to spank him.
"NO!!!" Alastair screamed, trying anything to get out of the woman's grip but she was too strong. She sat in a chair, laid him out over her knee. She brought her hand and continually slapped his backside. Despite the cushioning of his training pants, every hit stung hard.
"YOU CAN'T DO THIS!!" He screamed "STOP!!!"
The pain was becoming unbearable and now with no weapon he was completely at her mercy.
"PLEASE!! DON'T REGRESS ME AGAIN!!" He yelled "KEEP ME THIS AGE, I'LL BE A GOOD CHILD JUST PLEASE NOT AGAIN!!!"
With his pathetic cries turning into soft sobs the two women activated their device. The pulse moved outward from it, going though the earthly barrier and shorted out all the regression rays of the sun march brigade and that of a few of the mercenaries. A sudden calm came over the battlefield as the troops realized they now no longer had the ability to shot.
About a moment afterwards the snipers popped out of their hiding spots and opened fire, getting the square from all angles from the surrounding buildings, hitting sun brigade and other mercenaries alike. Both sides with useless guns started to run like chickens with their heads cut off, getting shot and rapidly shrunk to toddler or baby size. The snipers had some advanced battery packs and could fire endlessly at the crowds.
By the time all those affected by the pulse had fled the battlefield smelt like tears and dirty diapers. The mercenaries left walked out slowly and started placing babies into their carriers, some with playfulness and others with a stern voice. The escaped sun brigades could only look on in fear as they either ran or held their hiding spots, their weapons useless.
The leader nodded at the scenes fed to him by the snipers cameras, the regressed would be processed and all those who refused to cooperate would be sent through the potential program to become productive members of his society.
The secretary smiled, "That was a lovely trap sir, and I admire your courage to trick Charlie like that, I assure you he'll go to bed without supper tonight!"
"I beg your pardon?"
"I think he needs some extra supper, behavioural issues only get worse with such punishment, give him your motherly affectations and take the next few days off to play with the little guy." The leader said, grabbing his coat and leaving the room.
Alastair could only lay there, saddened and defeated. The Sun March Brigade, the only fighting force against this regime was gone. He had been so agonisingly close to victory only for it to slip through the cracks. He couldn't do anything but cry at his fate. Now he would forever be a child to this woman, never again to be an adult again. He looked at the woman he would call mummy for all time as she looked down with unexpected kindness in her eyes. He did the only he could think of.
"Can I say sorry... M-Mommy?" He sniffed, his spirit broken
The woman walked slowly to her effects with the boy in her arms, "Of course dear, you are forgiven." She said in a soothing tone of voice.
With her things packed up and a quick training pants change, the woman exited the building and walked to her car. A robot was already there installing a child seat. It was a type 44, three types obsolete, it must of been the leader's private service robot. The woman thanked hit kindly and put the boy into his car seat.
The drive home was quiet, the woman having little to say and the boy being so broken. The city was beautiful this time of year, with the glistening moonlight on the crystal clear windows.
The woman pulled into her driveway in the suburban area. and stopped her car. It was a lovely house with a large yard, perfect for a child to play in. She got out with a bit of a stretch and walked towards the back of the car.
"Welcome to your new home Charlie, isn't it nice?" She asked with a smile, checking his pull-up again.
She found it to be wet, a bit of a devious smile came over her face at this information as she picked the boy up and held him to her chest.
Alastair, now Charlie, looked up at his new home. He had to admit it was a very nice house. It was very big and looked expensive, though considering he was now the son of the second in command of the Neo Genesis government, that was probably why.
"It looks nice...Mommy" he said as his new mother held him close to her chest. He couldn't but feel that she was enjoying every second of his obedience but than again, he had nothing else he could do. He was a soldier who lost the war and now he had to get used to being a child again, possibly forever.
"Now let’s get you changed and fed!" The woman said, bringing him inside. As the all purpose burglar detection system fully scanned Scarlett, it questioned why she was holding a child unknown in it’s database and asked for clarification.
“Register child as my own, Charlie Davidson.” Scarlett said before kissing Charlie on the cheek and causing an adorable blush.
The system took his picture and fingerprints as verification and proceeded with step two of its programming. Briefly taking Charlie out of her arms, the system took away her heavy bags and removed her coat to be hung up.
A conveyor belt took her shoes away to be replaced with slippers and ran another scanner across her to replace her business suit with a more relaxed clothing attire, a simple buttoned shirt and comfortable trousers before returning Charlie into her arms. With all that settled, she walked into the house.
The house was clearly ready to receive a child any day as there were toys already out, diaper changing stations all over the place and everything was child proof. She carried Charile to one of the stations.
Her home was a model of the future she lived in, with intergrated systems that knew where she was and what she wanted. Along with this she had a few nicknacks that played with the advanced technologies of the day, Such as a rust/unrust stone, that stood floating in the air with magnets.
She searched for a bit and brought out some diapers in his size, "Mommy thinks you'd be happier for a... time being in diapers, just till you get adjusted" The woman lied.
In truth, she planned to just keep him at this age or just a bit younger, she’d always loved the thought of a regressed man stuck as her little child that couldn't leave her side. She also knew the powerful psychological bond that formed between child and mother and couldn’t wait to form such a loving bond with Charlie.
"Really?" Charlie asked and his mommy nodded. Charlie sighed, fully knowing he was stuck at this age forever, he laid down on the changing station "Ok, I trust you."
She changed him into a diaper with a deft efficiency and picked him up again, now without his pants. She moved to her kitchen and started to cook a meal, putting on an apron and setting Charile onto the table so he could watch.
"Mister pain did mention to show you some motherly love, so are you thirsty?" She asked, hoping to make his adult side squirm a little bit.
She'd give him the option this time, but later she'd make sure that he'd be dependant on her, she looked forward to her new life.
“What do you mean by thirsty?” Charlie asked, worried about the response.
The secretary smiled as she set a spatula down, she reached under her apron and started unbuttoning her shirt, smiling at Charlie.
Charlie immediately realized what she meant, memories of how he touched her breasts during his interrogation flooded his mind. Part of him wanted to recoil away from her and try to run, but most of him knew that was pointless. Besides, he was curious about the taste. He took a deep breath, and reached up.
The secretary picked him up and moved her apron aside, revealing her breast to him. She slowly moved him towards it with a smile, and a gentle touch.
Resigned to his fate Charlie opened his mouth and let her gently place him on her breast, when he began sucking obediently. The taste was actually pretty good, a very sweet taste, and it was better than he was expecting. Part of him still wanted to rebel, to continuing yelling about how the Sun Brigade would never die but that wouldn’t happen. Here he was, the supposed soldier Alastair Connors, now named Charlie, wearing a diaper and sucking on his new mother’s breasts, being the obedient son she wanted.
The woman smiled and rubbed his back, never had she been happier than this moment, and she was sure there were many more happy moments to be had moving on. The march of time would always carry on, and thus she could always find happier moments.
She looked back to the events that brought her to this moment. The painful work to get to the top and be the leader’s assistant. Before that she was a working woman, determined to prove that she could do anything better than a man.
The problem was, that was a draining life, and by the time the first set of regression therapy sessions were rolled out, she had no one. Though as luck would have it, she knew someone involved in the process, the leader himself, or as he was known back then, the miracle man.
It wasn’t long after her first session that she realized what she wanted in life, and subconsciously she thought that getting close to Mister Pain would lead her to this kind of moment. So she did what she’d done time and time again, worked hard, worked with the psychology of the environment and took control, only stopping at his right hand woman.
But now, she had a child to call her own. She knew it would take him a while to fully trust her as a mother but unlike other parents of previous eras, she had regression technology so she was ready to wait for the time that Charlie would fully become her child.
Several months passed since the event known only as the Sun Rebellion and life in Neo Genesis swiftly returned to normal. The former soldiers of the Sun March Brigade slowly were re-established under the potential program as constructive members of society and the destruction of the rebellion was soon swept away. As for Charlie, he was regressed slightly to age 3 by his mother and kept that way ever since his adoption.
He soon adjusted to his new state of being and stopped thinking of the secretary less like a jailer and more like his mother. The bond grew with every diaper change and feeding, and that’s just how the woman had planned. Days full of laughter and nights full of lullabies, Charlie was now completely under her spell.
Soon, despite being 3 years old, Charlie became completely diaper dependant, never even stopping to think about using them. He grew to love playing in a playpen or with his mommy. He sucked on a pacifier obediently and gladly drank from his mother’s breasts and ate the food she gave him without complaint.
His auto rock crib with diaper checker was well used for many naps, and his smart toys that provided a constant challenge for toddlers were reset many times. Charlie also had a baby swing that kept him distracted or rocked him to sleep so Scarlett could work from home on days.
When she had to go into the office, Scarlett had a nanny droid to watch over Charlie and advanced nanny cameras inside the playpen and crib so she could keep an eye on him, sometimes she did fear that being left alone would trigger him to rebel or have solar brigade memories but no such instances occurred. Scarlett even brought some hyper-diapers that glowed soft pastel colours that provided expert comfort for Charlie.
One night as she feed Charlie in his nursery, upon the rocking chair she’d bought just for him, The phone rang and Scarlett answered it.
“Hello… Oh hi, Mrs Thompson… Of course, Charlie would love to attend Susie’s birthday party… So we’ll see you next week?... Lovely, see you then.” As she disconnected and looked down, Charlie stopped sucking for a moment and looked up at her with a smile.
“I love you, mummy.” He said before going back to sucking her breast.
The woman’s heart melted at that comment and she cried tears of joy as she held the boy firmly.
“I love you too Charlie, forever, and for always!”