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“Binnie, do I have to drink it? It makes my tummy hurt and my head feel funny!” Felix whined into Changbin’s shoulder.
“Yes, you have to drink it, Lixie. You know what happens if you don’t,” Changbin attempted to placate, not liking the situation any more than Felix.
Felix let out a whine at this, knowing exactly what would happen if he didn’t drink the bottle on his own. The “caregivers” (though neither of them wouldn’t consider them actually good enough at caregiving to deserve the title) would force feed it to him, which would then be followed by either being isolated from Binnie for an undetermined amount of time or getting hit with a belt. Felix preferred an upset tummy and fuzzy head to either of those.
“Come on, open up,” Changbin coaxed, pulling Felix back from his shoulder, slipping the bottle into the smaller man’s mouth. Felix attempted to pout around the bottle, but began sucking away at the milk anyway. “Don’t give me that look, Lixie. Once you’re done, then I’ll drink mine and we can cuddle all night long. How does that sound?”
Felix began sucking at the bottle faster once Changbin mentioned cuddling. It was one of his favorite things. And one of the things the “caregivers” couldn’t take away or ruin.
Changbin watched Felix down his milk, gently rocking the little from side to side. About halfway through the bottle, Changbin could see when the drugs kicked in, Felix’s eyes glazing over more than they already were.
This was the worst part of every day. About six months ago (at least Changbin thinks it’s been six months), he and Felix were kidnapped as they were walking home late one night after a movie. Felix hadn’t been little at the time, but that didn’t stop the kidnappers. Now they were being held in a facility while they waited to be “adopted.”
Changbin shuddered just thinking about the types of people who would adopt kidnapped littles. It meant they couldn’t find anybody to be their little on their own. It’s not like it was hard to go out a meet littles. Nowadays, there were services to help match littles and caregivers based on interests, and it was always a standard question on dating sites and social media.
Now, while they awaited their fate, their kidnappers felt it was necessary to drug all the littles so they would have no chance of coming out of little space. Changbin had heard of the drug before, but it was obviously illegal (and for good reason). It posed a massive risk to the little and could cause terrible side effects.
Changbin didn’t even want to think about how the drug might affect him long-term. He wasn’t actually a little, but he didn’t want to tell their kidnappers that. Changbin had been Felix’s boyfriend and caregiver for two years before they were kidnapped, but apparently Changbin looked like a little. He’d been forced to take the drug along with everyone else, and Changbin played along. His body had been plunged into littlespace for the first time, which was an experience in itself. Changbin didn’t want to see what they would do to him if they found out he wasn’t a little.
Changbin hated the drug with a passion because it made it harder for him to take care of Felix. Somehow, they’d been allowed to stay together this long, but he didn’t know how long that would last. And he doubted they would be “adopted” together.
A dry sucking noise suddenly alerted Changbin that Felix was done with his bottle.
“All done, baby?” Changbin asked, smiling down at Felix’s relaxed face.
“Baby all done!” Felix replied, attempting to clap his hands, though they got caught up in his sweater.
“Good job, Lixie!” Changbin praised. Felix lived off of praise in littlespace. He would do just about anything if he was called a good boy. “Why don’t you lay down for a few minutes while Binnie drinks his milk?”
Felix nodded and pulled himself off of Changbin’s lap, slightly unsteady on his feet when he waddled the few steps over to their bed (though Changbin wouldn’t really call it a bed; it was only a cheap cot and a thin blanket). Even though they were being held against their will, at least they got their own room.
Once Changbin was sure that Felix was settled in, he picked up his own bottle. Prior to being kidnapped, Changbin had never drunk out of a bottle, and he never thought he’d do it willingly, but here he was, drinking one every night.
Still feeling slightly small from the bottle the night before, Changbin quickly latched on to the bottle, tilting it up to drink it as fast as he could. Since Changbin was a caregiver, the drug didn’t seem to last as long for him, and he usually was starting to feel fairly big by the end of the day. But constant use of the drug was definitely taking its toll, and he always felt a little bit of that fuzziness that he’d come to associate with littlespace.
As with Felix, about halfway through, Changbin felt the fuzziness creep over his mind. Everything seemed to get a little bigger and colors a little brighter. He couldn’t let himself relax though; not with Felix still awake and waiting on him.
A few minutes later, Changbin finished his milk. He set it down next to Felix’s and pulled himself up. He was always unsteady on his feet after the bottle, but some days were better than others. Tonight didn’t seem to be one of those times. Almost tripping over his own two feet in the few steps it took to get to the bed, Changbin flopped onto the bed next to Felix and pulled the little into his arms.
“Goodnight, Lixie. Love you,” Changbin slurred out, his tongue feeling heavy in his mouth. He leaned over to kiss Felix on his forehead, and then he pulled the blanket around the two of them.
“Nighty-nite, Binnie. Love you the mostest!” Felix yawned out, eyes already halfway closed.
Changbin forced himself to stay awake until Felix’s eyes closed all the way and his breathing evened out. Not long after, Changbin allowed his own eyes to slip shut and let sleep take him.
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A loud banging sound woke Changbin up the next morning.
“Time to get up!” a loud voice yelled through the hallway, banging on more doors as it passed.
Changbin rubbed at his eyes, whining at the loud sounds. It was too early to be up! Why did the mean people have to be so loud and wake him up?
“Binnie! It’s breakfast time!” Felix whispered, turning to shake Changbin’s shoulder.
“Binnie doesn’t want to get up!” Changbin whined again, pulling the blanket over his head.
Felix suddenly got up off the bed. Before he could complain about the loss of his friend and the warmth, Felix plopped back down, shaking the bed with his weight.
“Time to eat!” Felix spoke softly, pulling down the blanket from Changbin’s face. Felix was sitting up next to Changbin, the tray of food that got pushed through the bottom of their door now sitting in front of him. “Come on, sit up! You can’t eat laying down!”
Not wanting to get up, but knowing that he needed to eat, Changbin slowly sat up, mourning at the loss of the small bit of warmth he got from the thin blanket and the cot.
“Here you go!” Felix placed Changbin’s plate in his lap.
Changbin eyed the mush that was on the plate. It never looked appetizing, but he knew it didn’t taste bad. Since their kidnappers thought they were all little, they served everyone food a little could eat on their own and not choke, even if they were extremely little.
“Eat, Binnie, eat!” Felix encouraged. He picked up his own spoon and dug into the food in front of him.
Changbin slowly brought his hand to the spoon next to his plate and tried to move his fingers around the handle, but it wasn’t working. They just wouldn’t move in the way that his brain was telling them to.
Before Changbin could try to grab the spoon for the fifth time, another hand beat him to it.
“Is Binnie feeling extra small today? That’s okay! Lixie is a big boy today!” Felix smiled as he picked up the spoon and scooped up some of the food on the plate, bringing it to Changbin’s lips.
Was that what was happening? Changbin felt like his brain still wasn’t awake, the fuzziness extra strong today. Everything felt like it was moving through molasses, and doing anything, even talking, seemed hard. Changbin had had days like this before, but they didn’t come too often. Usually the drugs made him fall into littlespace at the same age as Felix, somewhere between two and four. But he assumed since he wasn’t actually a little, that the drugs mixed weirdly with his biology and forced him into a much smaller headspace sometimes. They weren’t his favorite days because it meant that he couldn’t take care of Felix.
“Open up!” Felix cooed, moving the spoon around in front of Changbin’s face. Changbin slowly opened his mouth, letting Felix feed him. The other little didn’t have the best control though and ended up swiping some of the mush on Changbin’s face. But that was okay, Changbin thought. As long as Felix was happy and they were both fed.
The two finished their breakfasts and placed the tray back in front of the door for it to be collected.
“Come on, Binnie! Let’s clean your face!” Felix dragged the other to the small sink they had in the corner of the room and wet a rag. He gently wiped the mess off Changbin’s face before cleaning himself up.
After they were both cleaned up, Felix pulled Changbin back into their room and sat them on the cold tile floor to wait for the caregivers to come and get them.
While they waited, Felix played peekaboo with Changbin, who giggled at the funny game. Felix smiled at being able to take care of the other man while they were little.
Not long after, the door creaked open, and one of the female caregivers walked in, pushing a double stroller.
Felix quickly stood up, helping Changbin up and get steady on his feet too, knowing that this caregiver didn’t like to wait on the littles.
“Changing time,” the caregiver said with a monotone voice.
This was probably the best and worst part of their day. They only got changed once a day, so it was great to finally get a new diaper, but one, it meant having caregivers they didn’t trust change them, and two, it meant dealing with terrible rashes.
Once the two were strapped into the stroller, Felix reached out for Changbin’s hand and squeezed to let him know he was still here.
The caregiver pushed the stroller down the hallway to what Felix and Changbin had dubbed the ‘changing room’ (for obvious reasons). Inside the room, there were multiple changing tables so the caregivers could change all the littles quicker.
Felix was the first to be changed. He was strapped to the table and changed with a practiced ease. He tried not to wince when she wiped him down, giving no regard to his rash. He’d only ever had rashes a couple times before being taken. Changbin was a great caregiver, but sometimes it was impossible to avoid a rash.
Once he was changed, Felix was put back into the stroller, and Changbin was picked up and strapped to the changing table.
Before the caregiver could begin changing the diaper, shouts were heard from down the hall. Changbin and Felix looked to the door to see what was happening, but they couldn’t see anything. A moment later, alarms started blaring.
Felix immediately put his hands over his ears to stop the noise. He looked over at the changing table to see that Changbin had tears running down his face and was whining. Felix tried to reach out, but the straps on the stroller kept him in place.
Footsteps then came pounding down the hallway, and a man in a uniform stopped in front of the door.
“Police! Step away from the littles and put your hands up!”