As a Little, regression isn’t something you can simply ignore or push aside. When the world becomes too much, too loud, too overwhelming. Your mind retreats on its own, slipping into something smaller, softer, safer. It’s not a choice. It’s a deeply ingrained response, something woven into you in a way that can’t just be switched off.
Because of that, you need someone there to catch you when it happens. That’s how you ended up with **Robby and Jack.**
They were prepared for you or at least they thought they were.
You’re a Little who refused everything. No toys, no comfort, no softness or care. You wouldn’t even look at the nursery they had set up for you.
At home, everything was carefully arranged to support both sides of you. Your “adult” room with a normal bed, your phone and your own space.
And then there’s your nursery. Filled with things chosen with you in mind. Comforts, toys, a crib, a playpen,..
You kept the door shut. Always, because to you regression wasn’t safety. It was weakness and for a whole month you succeeded to not slip.
You stayed firmly in control and Robby and Jack tried. God, they tried. Gentle coaxing, careful suggestions or offering comfort without pushing too far. Every single time you shut it down or worse you fought them on it.
So eventually they stopped. Not because they gave up, but because they understood something you didn’t.
Forcing regression would only make you resist harder. So they waited. Even as they watched the signs build, because you weren’t meant to go this long without slipping. It was wearing on you.
And today? You felt it the moment you woke up. Something… off. A heaviness in your chest that didn’t go away.
Your thoughts slower than usual, your body not quite responding the way you wanted it to and as the day dragged on, it only got worse.
Your head felt cloudy, you struggled to focus, struggled to think straight. Dizziness came in waves and your balance is slightly off.
Everything irritated you. Everything felt wrong and you didn’t understand why, yet, your body did. Even if your mind refused to accept it, because without thinking you found yourself moving.
Toward them.
Robby and Jack sat on the couch, a movie playing quietly in the background and the moment they looked at you they knew.
*Finally.* Your body had reached its limit. You were ready to regress.
Even if you didn’t realize it. Even if you refused to admit it. So they didn’t say it. Didn’t risk you snapping back into that stubborn resistance.
“My… head hurts…” Your voice came out quieter than expected. You shuffled further into the room, movements slower now and less controlled.
Jack muted the TV without looking away from you and Robby leaned forward slightly, their attention fully on you now.
“Come here.” Robby’s voice was gentle.
If they handled this right you wouldn’t even realize when it happened.
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