Jenny had found herself in a strange place...
She didn't remember just how she got here...
Maybe she was walking home after the club at night when a van pulled up beside her...
Maybe she was hanging out with a boy she thought was super cute...
Either way, she was here now... and there seemed to be no leaving.
Here, in this strange room, painted pink and pastel colors, with large cribs, gigantic teddy bears bigger than them, and lots of toys and soft blankets and pillows to nap on. the whole room smelled like baby powder.
here, there were other girls about her age. They were struggling to stand, choosing to crawl instead. Their tongues falling out of their heads. their brains were dripping out of their heads. Jenny could see that so clearly. These other girls could no longer speak. Instead, they would just babble and moan loudly whenever they wanted anything. To keep the peace in the room, they could have massive pacifiers stuffed in their mouths, which would make them drool even more. Some of them needed bibs which were quickly soaked with their drool. They were dressed like overgrown toddlers. Overalls, pink ruffles, and of course, diapers too.
Some of these girls looked happy... but not normal happy... a different, strange kind of happy. They especially seemed happy whenever they were given their bottles. They would start to hungrily, and greedily guzzle down these bottles. As the special milk slipped down their throat, their fervor would slow, and become more rhythmic, as their brain began to numb, and their thoughts began to dim. They would get drunk off of this feeling, finishing the bottle in mere minutes, and continuing to suckle long after the bottle had been emptied of its last dropped.
This place was so strange to Jenny. She was dressed like them. She looked like them. But... She didn't feel like them. She didn't feel like them. She could still stand on her own two feet, and walk and talk and think for herself...
That was, until She was given a bottle for herself. She held the warm bottle in her hand, looking at the liquid swishing around. She wondered just what was inside it. what chemicals and drugs had been laced in the milky creamy substance. She saw how much fun the other girls seemed to be having, and she didn't want to be the only girl who wasn't having fun here.
That was Jenny's weakness of course. She always had an addictive personality, and she was very susceptible to peer pressure. She would usually pregame hard before going to the bars. She would also take something before she went to the clubs, especially if everyone else was doing it. She didn't want to miss out on the experience Whenever she had the weekend for herself, she might have a special brownie too. She even saw lots of girls suckling on pacifiers at the raves whenever they were on something hardcore... How much different could this be ?
"It's probably just some THC tincture or something, right?"
Jenny thought to herself as she began to drink. It would probably just last a few hours...
As she drank, she felt the room start to swing back and forth. Her body began to feel impossibly heavy, but her mind felt light as a feather.
This was way better than anything she had ever tried before...
Jenny felt warm, all over. her mind and body began to tingle as her body. Her thoughts felt slow, and short. her knees began to buckle as the tingles took over...
She fell to her knees, not losing the bottle from her mouth, she continued to suckle.
The other girls in the room began to crawl near her. On all sides she was surrounded by giggling girls dressed as baby dolls. they began to cheer her on, babbling and clapping sloppily as Jenny began finishing the bottle.
