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Lillian 3 Waking up
Lillian slowly opens her eyes, her head feeling fuzzy and confused. The sight around her is puzzling – she's in a crib, but an adult sized one. She tries to sit up but finds it difficult, her movements restricted.
"Hmm, what happened?" Lillian wonders aloud, rubbing her eyes.
As she tries to recall the events leading to this moment, all she can remember is taking a sip from Jessie's bottle. It's a strange and surreal realization. Lillian attempts to get out of the crib, but to her surprise, it feels like an invisible force is preventing her. The crib bars, not particularly high, seem insurmountable.
"Why can't I get out?" Lillian mutters to herself, a sense of confusion setting in.
She tries again, putting more effort into lifting herself over the crib bars, but her body refuses to cooperate. It's as if an unseen barrier is keeping her confined.
"Is this some kind of dream?" Lillian wonders, her mind grappling with the bizarre situation.
A tall man enters the nursery room, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Lillian in the crib.
"Well, this is unexpected," he remarks, scratching his head.
Lillian attempts to explain her confusion, but he cuts her off, mentioning that this room is usually unoccupied. He quickly decides that Lillian can't be left unsupervised and states that he has to take her to his next charge.
"Come on, let's get you out of there," he says, extending a helping hand.
As he helps Lillian out of the crib, she feels a sudden warmth spreading, realizing she has wet herself. Flustered, she tries to apologize, but the man is already grabbing a nearby diaper bag.
"No need to worry. Happens more often than you think," he reassures her, gently cleaning her up.
Lillian is still too bewildered to offer any resistance. He dresses her in a more 'little' outfit and a pull-up, completing her transformation. The surreal nature of the situation continues to baffle her, but there's a strange sense of compliance as the man leads her out of the nursery, guiding her to whatever lies ahead.
Lillian follows, trying to gather her thoughts. The man, seemingly accustomed to this environment, guides her through the facility.
Lillian 4 Bottles again
The man leads her to a room where another occupant, a woman, awaits. "There you go, Lillian. Meet your new friend Pamela” Pamela is sitting in the middle of the room on the floor, sucking on her morning bottle in a playpen. The man helps Lillian into the playpen and then smiles kindly at Lillian and asks, "Have you had your morning bottle yet, Lillian?"
Lillian, still feeling a bit disoriented, shakes her head in response. There's a mixture of confusion and curiosity in her eyes as she glances at the bottle the man is holding.
"You're in for a treat," the man says cheerfully, kneeling down to Lillian's level. He offers her the bottle, and with a moment of hesitation, Lillian takes it into her hands.
As Lillian brings the bottle to her lips, she feels a sense of childlike wonder. The nipple is soft, and the liquid inside is sweet and comforting. A surprising warmth fills her chest, and she can't help but smile as she starts to drink from the bottle.
Pamela, noticing Lillian joining in, giggles happily. Lillian can feel herself grow more childish as she empties the bottle, but she is too enthralled by it to care. The sweet liquid brings a comforting warmth to her brain, and she finds herself giggling along with Pamela. The playpen suddenly feels like a cozy haven, and the worries that occupied Lillian's mind start to drift away.
Lillian watches with fascination as Pamela finishes her bottle and then pops a pacifier into her mouth. It looks so cute and adorable, and Pamela seems so relaxed. Lillian feels a sudden desire for a pacifier as well.
"I want a paci too," she says, her words coming out with a childlike enthusiasm.
The man smirks, clearly anticipating her request. "Well, Lillian, let's see if we have any extras. Follow me.“
As they walk to the next room, the man explains that Pamela doesn't have any spare pacifiers, but the occupant in the adjoining room might. Lillian follows, her curiosity piqued about who this next person might be and if they have what she yearns for.
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