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Chapter 15 = Escape the Simulation Part III

“That’s it baby. Come on... push for Mommy, you can do it. I know you can.” Nurture’s voice rang through your skull as the gross smelly mushy mess flowed out of you at a quicker and quicker pace. You tried everything you could to stop it, but just like the ballerina you had been before, the new version of your body felt much weaker than your actual body. You forced yourself to bite down on the pacifier in your mouth as your body pushed out the last of its smelly accident into the seat of your diaper beneath the onesie you were wearing.

Finally, mercilessly, the accident your body was having came to a finish. You took a few deep breaths to try to get your bearings back after so much straining. “There you go baby,” Nurture’s voice said calmly, “Doesn’t that feel so much better? I know it’s a little smelly and mushy, but that’s okay; babies like you don’t have to worry about that kind of thing anymore. You just have to wait until your Mommy and Daddy change you. But in the meantime you can play as much as you want.”

For some reason, even though a part of you knew it was wrong, you couldn’t get over how logical what Nurture was saying was. Babies never seemed like they minded having accidents very much. And it did seem kinda convenient. You would no longer have to stop what you were doing to stop and go to the bathroom. You could just go wherever and whenever you wanted! And it’d be someone else’s job to change you........

Wait! What the hell were you talking about?! You couldn’t allow this insane place to get to you! You had to keep fighting. You couldn’t let these stupid fucking robots, or ‘The Creator’ win. If for no other reason, you just wanted to make sure that they lost!

“You stay right here sweetheart.” The handsome muscular man said, smiling down at you. “Daddy is going to go make you a bottle. You wait right here and color for me.” The man leaned forward and patted your mushy bottom a few times, making you wrinkle your nose.

For a moment, your apparent Daddy’s words sound so calm and smooth that you almost listen to him; but then you remind yourself again of the resolve you just regained to win; despite your mushy bum! You can feel the pressures of the simulation weighing on your mind as it tries to get you to give in to its demands. You can’t imagine how many challengers have fallen to this thing, and if you didn’t hurry... you’d be joining them!

You looked around for something that could help, a sign... anything! That’s when you saw where you needed to go.

Across the room, a room that could only be described as a nursery, you saw a small white teepee tent, something that kids would use to play in, and the flaps around it were glowing white, just like the white glow you’d seen from the other doors you’d gone through before the bright flashes. As your eyes locked on it, you felt the familiar tugging on your heart. An almost aching feeling telling you that’s where you needed to go.

Don’t Move. That’s what your Daddy had said. But he wasn’t your Daddy. He wasn’t even a real person. You had to move quickly, or you might not get another chance before the simulation enveloped your mind! With your mouth wrapped firmly around your pacifier you started crawling towards the teepee. Your body, unsure if you were male or female at this point, felt like it was about the age of a teenager despite the way you were dressed; but its coordination was extremely lacking.

You forced yourself to try to stand up but it was near impossible. Your legs wobbled so much as you tried to get them to stand that you couldn’t even get up to your hands and knees. Miserably, you realized you had no other options but crawling along on your stomach.

“Crawling... just like a stupid little baby...” Discipline mocked you.

You did your best to ignore him as you forced yourself to keep going. Your legs and your arms pumped as hard as you could manage them. It felt like a dream where you were trying to force your way through Jell-O. Or trying to run away from a killer with a knife, but when you tried to run you could barely move more than a few inches with every step you took.

“Where are you going baby?” Nurture’s voice said to you soothingly. “Don’t you like this place? I promise you. It’s so peaceful here.” You could feel your body’s desire to slow down or stop completely at Nurture’s honeyed words, but you demanded that it kept going.

“There nothing out there for you, you know!” Discipline yelled at you. You felt your body want to slow again, but this time for fear of what was out there rather than a desire to stay. “Adult life is horrible! You’ll have to get a crappy job, and work for your whole life. You’ll feel underappreciated and you’ll never be enough to satisfy anyone.”

Nurture added on to Discipline’s words, “Baby, here you’ll have more love than you could ever want. The simulation is a forever changing oasis of any fantasy you could think of. Just give in to it. Let the fantasy overtake you. You’ll love it, I promise you.”

You were so close to the teepee at this point. You felt like chain balls for a prisoner were strapped to all of your limbs as you tried to force yourself to crawl towards the exit. The more the twin robots said, the more you could feel your body naturally slowing down. The crawl itself wasn’t difficult, it was simply the act of forcing your body to keep going that was growing more and more difficult.

“You’ll be a waste of space.” Discipline said.

“Just stay here with us baby...” Nurture said next.

Have to keep going... you told yourself...

You were so close! You reached, desperately for the door to the teepee...

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This story was written by Zander Chesney
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