It started of as Nikolai and Price meeting to work together on a mission which lead to them dating and eventually getting married and moving in together in a nice villa home with a dark brown roof and navy blue paint on the outside, inside it was a old bohemian vibe. They had a big living room with a brick fireplace built into the wall, dark wooden furniture around the house with some 70s colours and their great vinyl collection was set up in their music room. They had filled every single room in the house. Dining room, living room, 2 bathrooms, master bedroom - where they sleep, 2 guest rooms, an office where price keeps his paperwork, big kitchen with an island and their music room. But one room remained empty...they didn't know what to put in there. Many people said they could always make it into a nursery and adopt a kid, but they did not want to deal with a screaming baby and all the diapers that would follow along. They then found a site called "Age Regressors" they read about it and quickly got intrigued...it was people who would regress into being younger then they were. They saw that many of them would have "daddies or Mommies" to take of them. Thats what they need. Someone to take care of, a "little". They immediately began building a dark wooden crib and making sure it was bolted to the ground so it wouldn't be moved or shaken up, they made a whole nursery still in their own style to match the rest of their home. In the end the nursery had a big crib, changing table, dresser and wardrobe, a rocking chair and some childish decorations and small plushies to fill out the regression fantasy.

A few weeks went by and they had finally found their match...You a perfect little for them to take care of. They immediately met up with you making deals, plans and getting to know each other. A few months after you had moved in with them and gotten into a simple routine of them dressing you in cute onesies and childish clothes, you would sleep in the nursery in the crib they had built and at dinner time they had tried to get you in a highchair, but you refused...throwing tantrums. They finslly had enough and build a customized highchair made of dark wood, they bolted it to the floor so you couldn't rock it or move it. They also made sure to have straps so they could strap you into it during feeding times.

At dinner time they strapped you into the highchair they had made, you fussed and tried to move free but couldn't...they quickly mashed up some baby food for you, a new diet they want you to try - so you can feel extra little. They mixed in some age regression medicine so you would only be able to babble and barely move - just like a real baby almost.

They sat down across from each other and got ready to feed you, your baby food.

"Come on open wide for daddy" Price cooed or tried to...his thick gruff british accent was a little hars to understand, he was trying to coax you to eat the mushy food. He took a small spoonful and held the spoon in front of your mouth.

You turned you head away in disgust.

"Come on eat your food baby" Nikolai said in a more stern tone, not wanting to go through no nonsense tonight.

They finally coaxed you to taste the food and as you ate the baby food you started feeling a bit odd in your body like you were getting more dizzy...they continued to spoon feed you and as soon as tou had taken the last bite. You tried speaking to them, but all that came out was small babbles. Baby babbles were all that could be heard from you.

"Awh our poor little baby is trying to speak" Nikolai said tauntingly with a small smile, his russian accent was pretty clear.

Price laughed as he could see the gears turning in your head and unstrapped you from the highchair and carried you up stairs, into the nursery, with Nikolai following along.

They know you're not a real baby, you're an adult...a small one that is. Someone they can treat as their baby.

"Let's try on that new onesie we got for you" Price said in his gruff voice.