I couldn't believe it. Daddy let me off his lap. It felt like such a long way down to the floor. Would I ever get used to this body? This body I was now stuck in forever. I'd never be able to sit in a normal sized chair again without dangling my feet. My boss had permanently regressed me and adopted me and made me sign away all I owned, including myself and my basic human rights. I stumbled, unsure if it was because of dizziness from taking it all in, or just because I wasn't used to these small, bare, slim, smooth and hairless legs. My throat was dry.
Stumbling over to the hotel room's dining area, I reached up to the cupboard for a glass. My fingertips barely reached the bottom of it when I was on tip tow. Daddy watched all this with an amused smile, content to watch me struggle and come to terms with how helpless I was at even the most basic tasks. I was his now. His play thing. His doll. His slave. His son. His toy. The spa and the pills had seen to that.
Frustrated as I was, a part of me still insisted that I manage to this on my own. I had to have some level of independence, even if it was just being able to fetch a glass of water. Just opening the cupboard was a struggle, but the glasses were on the second shelf inside. Far from my reach. I huffed and looked around for a way to climb up. Pulling the drawers slightly out, I used it as a step to climb onto the counter. My foot nearly slipped into the sink for a second. It was a narrow counter. Not really a kitchen. Just a small fridge, a sink and basic cups and plates and such to make a simple breakfast if one didn't feel like going down to the hotel restaurant.
Triumphant, I got my glass and filled it with water. Still kneeling on the narrow bench, I chugged it down with satisfaction. I looked back at Daddy with a big grin, hoping for praise, but he wasn't even watching. Just going through his emails again. I pouted and began to climb back down. The simple act of just getting a glass of water yesterday would only have required three steps to the kitchen, and a lazy opening of the cupboard to get a glass. It would have taken seconds. This had taken me a couple minutes at least.
The drawer I stepped on shifted as I accidentally pushed it in. My foothold was gone. I fell back with a yelp. The floor was so far bellow me. I clenched my eyes, readying myself to land on the hard tiles and bang my head. But what I landed on weren't tiles. It was soft and warm. I opened my eyes and looked up at my Daddy. He'd caught me! My heart fluttered. In comparison to me, he was a literal giant. Yet it also ruined my little triumph. Turned out I couldn't even get myself a glass of water without his help now.
Huge, hairy, muscular arms lifted me high into the air. He held me effortlessly, as if my forever small body was made of cotton. I only wore what he'd given me to wear at the spa. My impossibly short, tight and paper thin short shorts with nothing underneath. My tank top and my crip top vest. Along with my choker and armbands. That was another thing I'd never get used to. Dressing like this. I wondered if Daddy would buy me new clothes soon, now that we both knew I'd never grow out of anything every again.
Daddy's fingers nearly closed the loop around my chest with only ten centimeters to spare. I felt so delegate in his grip. There was no doubt that he could easy break me with barely any effort if he wanted to, and absolutely no consequences to him, but even so, he made me feel so safe. Like he'd protect me from anything.
His handsome green eyes stared into mine, hypnotically. They were warm and kind, but also strict and hard. He'd protect me, but there was no arguing with him on any point. He was in charge and wouldn't accept any hint of back talk. It almost made me want to sass him a little, just to see what he'd do to me as punishment.
He pulled me in then. His lips meeting mine. I was too startled to close my half open mouth. His tongue slid right in and began to forcefully explore my mouth. Surprised, I instinctively tried to pull back, but one of his hands wrapped around my back and held the back of my head in place. My toes curled and my even more regressed boy parts tingled even more. His stubble tickled, and his tongue felt way too large for my mouth. It forced its way down my throat every few seconds before swirling back around inside my mouth.
After twenty seconds on continuous forceful kissing and deepthroating Daddy's tongue, I began to struggle to hold my breath. I tried to push away to gasp in air, but I might as well be trying to push over a mountain. He didn't care. My fists thudded without effect against his barrel of a chest while my dangling legs kicked at his helplessly against his thighs. And still he held me, kissing until my eyes rolled back in my head and darkness crept into the edges of my vision. My arms and legs went limp, and I became just a doll in his arms.
He broke the kiss with a wet slurp. A string of saliva trailed between our mouthes. Air flowed back into my lunges. This was my life now. Anything he wanted, he could simply do to me. I had no resistance and no recurse. God, why did I love it so much!? I barely registered that he was carrying my somewhere. It didn't matter. I didn't kneed to know. I was just Daddy's little toy now.
I saw Daddy hold up three more of the pills. But I'd already taken three pills. I was already permanently trapped in this body. What would more pills cause? But the pills weren't for me. Daddy swallowed them all while I watched. It meant that he too would stay at his current regressed age for the rest of his life. Forever 40. Daddy and me, forever. I was in love.