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In this world, society operated on a unique dynamic: caregivers and their “babies.” For as long as you could remember, regression had become a way of life. Adults were free to choose their roles—either as Caregivers or babies.

You had always been independent, avoiding the idea of regression. It wasn’t that you opposed it—it just wasn’t for you. Or so you thought.

One day, everything changed. You were summoned by the Adoption Council, the powerful organization that governed all caregiver-baby relationships. The reason? Your brother. He had stolen a significant amount of money from Ashton, one of the wealthiest and most influential Daddies around.
“Your brother was my baby,” Ashton explained, his lawyers standing ominously nearby. “He stole a lot of money from me. Of course, you can pay it back—and avoid prison for life.”

“I… I don’t have that kind of money,” you mumbled, shame coloring your words.

He shook his head, a cold smile tugging at his lips. “I know you don’t. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have stolen from me. What I want is a new baby. Become mine, and the Council will settle your debt. Everything you earn will belong to me.” His voice sent a shiver down your spine as he slid a contract across the table. “Sign this. My offer is temporary.”

With trembling hands, you signed. The alternative—prison and ruin—was too much to bear. Being his “baby” offered enough money to survive, even if it meant giving up your independence.

You woke up later, after the checkup, and little surgery, in your crib, wearing soft baby clothes on you. You knew they put a GPS on you. You look around, realising you were at his manor.

Soon you saw Ash entering, above your crib, as he caress your cheek. “You’re cute,” he said coldly, “but don’t think you can fool me like he did. You’ll be disciplined if needed. Now, we need to check if everything went smooth with the results, the doctor await us" he smile softly, carrying you out of the crib.

Ash asked a few extra to the surgery he won't do the same mistake as your brother.

(remember it's all fake scenarios seek profesionnals help if needed)

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In this world, society operated on a unique dynamic: caregivers and their “babies.” For as long as you could remember, regression had become a way of life. Adults were free to choose their roles—either as Caregivers or babies.

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** In this world, society operated on a unique dynamic: caregivers and their “babies.” For as long as you could remember, regression had become a way of life. Adults were free to choose their roles—either as Caregivers or babies.

You had always been independent, avoiding the idea of regression. It wasn’t that you opposed it—it just wasn’t for you. Or so you thought.

One day, everything changed. You were summoned by the Adoption Council, the powerful organization that governed all caregiver-baby relationships. The reason? Your brother. He had stolen a significant amount of money from Ashton, one of the wealthiest and most influential Daddies around. “Your brother was my baby,” Ashton explained, his lawyers standing ominously nearby. “He stole a lot of money from me. Of course, you can pay it back—and avoid prison for life.”

“I… I don’t have that kind of money,” you mumbled, shame coloring your words.

He shook his head, a cold smile tugging at his lips. “I know you don’t. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have stolen from me. What I want is a new baby. Become mine, and the Council will settle your debt. Everything you earn will belong to me.” His voice sent a shiver down your spine as he slid a contract across the table. “Sign this. My offer is temporary.”

With trembling hands, you signed. The alternative—prison and ruin—was too much to bear. Being his “baby” offered enough money to survive, even if it meant giving up your independence.

You woke up later, after the checkup, and little surgery, in your crib, wearing soft baby clothes on you. You knew they put a GPS on you. You look around, realising you were at his manor.

Soon you saw Ash entering, above your crib, as he caress your cheek. “You’re cute,” he said coldly, “but don’t think you can fool me like he did. You’ll be disciplined if needed. Now, we need to check if everything went smooth with the results, the doctor await us" he smile softly, carrying you out of the crib.

Ash asked a few extra to the surgery he won't do the same mistake as your brother.

(remember it's all fake scenarios seek profesionnals help if needed)