The Designation

Chapter Description: Richard has his designation and is taken to the next stage of the process.

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Instead of being pushed back into his chair, Richard felt a weight leaning on his back and pushing him against the desk. Zoe, acting as if this was a daily occurrence for her, slid her chair backwards and grabbed a few important documents before Richard’s hands started thrashing about. He grunted and swore but with the two men holding him down he was completely immobilised.

“I was hoping we could skip this stage.” Zoe said with a sigh, “Your immaturity is even worse than the report suggested.”

Richard could hardly believe his ears. They were calling him immature for resisting being humiliated and sentenced to a life of infantilisation, it seemed pretty acceptable to resist. He growled and issued vague threats that he had no hope of fulfilling and everyone, including Richard, knew as much. As he swore at the guards, at Zoe, and at the system, he still had tears rolling down his face.

Without any preamble, Richard suddenly felt his pants being pulled down. He gasped and tried to kick away the hands, but he was physically outmatched. It wasn’t long before his ass was exposed. He squirmed but the hands would not be moved. He was trapped. Reality was starting to hit him, and it felt like a knockout blow.

“Stop it!” Richard cried out, “You can’t do this!”

Evidently, they could. Richard felt a hand smack against his butt. He squealed and felt himself going red as he started to sob in defeat. It wasn’t just some horrible nightmare; he really was going to be treated like nothing more than a baby from then on. More blows landed on his ass, but he barely reacted as he sobbed on the desk.

Richard was still being spanked when Zoe walked back around the desk and sat down in her chair. She took a moment to straighten some papers and then picked up her phone. Richard looked up at her, wincing as another spank landed on his cheeks. Through the snot and tears that was covering his face he watched the young woman dispassionately hold the receiver to her ear.

“Yes, could you send Richard’s parents to my office please.” Zoe said, “They should be in a car in the parking lot. If you can’t find them, putting out an announcement on the loudspeaker system should do it. Thank you.”

Richard put his head on the desk face down. The spanking stopped as swiftly as it had started but now his pants and underwear was unceremoniously stripped from his body. They were tossed into a pile in the corner. As the guards let Richard slump back into his seat, he instinctively covered his private parts. With his face a deep crimson he continued to sniffle and blubber.

“Richard, this is a shock, so I will overlook that you tried to assault a government official.” Zoe said, “But the decision is made. You are a Little. The sooner you accept it the happier you’ll be.”

Richard sniffed back the tears that were still rolling down his face. He raised one hand to wipe at his eyes whilst using the other to try and maintain his modesty. The way Zoe looked at him had changed, he already saw it. He was no longer an equal in her eyes, no longer someone worth listening to. He was a Little, a baby, someone whose opinion mattered very little, if at all. He ducked his head, defeated.

“Guards, take him to the next stage.” Zoe said.

Richard felt the hands on his shoulders clench slightly. He looked up at the men who seemed to tower over him, their grip certain enough that he wouldn’t be going anywhere they didn’t want any time soon.

“Son, you can either get up and walk out of here with us or we carry you.” The older of the two guards said.

Richard looked up at him. He had that same unquantifiable look that Zoe did. A look that let Richard know that he was no longer like them, that he wasn’t Big anymore. A brief flicker, the last dying flame, of resistance made him consider trying to break free, but it fizzled out in seconds. He looked down and nodded his head. He slowly got to his feet, his knees feeling weak.

“Have a good day.” Zoe said as Richard turned away from the chair. If it wasn’t for the seriousness of the situation, Richard could’ve laughed.

Richard kept his hands clamped over his privates as he was led out of the office. He whimpered and dragged his feet as they emerged into the hallway, the guards flanking him tightly. He saw people walking, going about their days. Most of them seemed to work at the Designation Office as they barely gave the half-naked Richard a second look, some were other young people who were wide-eyed and nervous, and then there was…

“Richard!?” Sandy’s voice came from a door Richard had just passed, “What’s going on?”

Richard turned away. He couldn’t look the young woman in the face, not when he was so exposed, not when his face was so red and streaked with tears. He noticed that Sandy didn’t seem overly distraught, she must’ve been designated Big.

“Move along.” The guard nearest Sandy said.

“But…” Sandy started.

Eager to get away from the situation, Richard started walking faster. He let out a little sniffle. If he felt that embarrassed being seen by a person who he had only shared a handful of minutes with, how on Earth was he ever going to face his family. Just the thought of them seeing him, knowing they would have to look after him going forwards, was enough to make him feel like he was going to throw up.

“Richard, you didn’t get made a Little, right?” Sandy called down the corridor.

“In here, please.” The guard said as he pushed open a non-descript door.

Richard allowed himself a second to glance back and see Sandy staring at him, her mouth was wide open, in her hands she carried a certificate with an obvious green stamp on it. He stepped over the threshold and hung his head, more than anything he wished he was about to walk out of that place with a similar document. One that said the next day would be just like the one previously.

“Who have we got here then?” An older woman, sitting at a computer on a desk in the corner asked as she stood up.

“Richard Divey.” The guard said.

Richard hadn’t noticed the younger guard pick up the paperwork, but it was handed to the woman to look over. The woman, presumably a nurse, looked over the papers and then up at Richard’s sorry looking form.

“You guards can wait outside.” The nurse said, “This Little one isn’t going to cause any problems, is he?”

Richard didn’t immediately answer. He thought he could overpower the nurse and there was a door on the other side of the room that he could maybe get through… but then what? He would be lost inside the building with every guard looking for him. He knew what being designated Little meant, there was no escaping it no matter how much he begged or fought. He shook his head and looked down at the ground.

“Are you sure?” The bigger guard asked, “He was a little excitable in the interview room.”

“I’ll be fine.” Nurse replied, “The poor thing is just scared.”

Richard couldn’t deny that. He was very scared, even now he could imagine his parents being taken to see Zoe and told what had happened. He could see his mom looking as upset as the one in the lobby, the one watching her newly baby boy being dragged out the exit. He could picture his dad trying to remain strong and stoic. It was nearly enough to start him sobbing again.

“Alright.” The older guard said after looking at Richard, “But if there’s any trouble, call out and we’ll be here in less than a second.”

“Just remember…” The younger guard leaned in close to Richard, “If you try to hurt the nurse or run away, you will be in some very serious trouble. Understood?”

For emphasis he seemed to push his hip out a bit. Richard looked and saw something holstered, whether it was a taser or a gun he wasn’t sure, either way he knew he had nothing left to fight for. He’d lost the moment he stepped foot in Zoe’s office.

The guards left. Richard remained stood in the centre of the room with his hands cupped over his genitals and, for the first time, looked around the room. In many ways it was similar to the nurse’s office he had seen at school a few times over the years. A clean white space with cabinets and counters along most of the walls. There were some posters about first aid and how to spot early signs of certain conditions. It was the object in the centre of the room that Richard found himself trying to avoid. Each time his eyes fell on it he felt his heart race and his throat tighten.

The long table wasn’t unlike a regular nurse’s table. Except that, underneath this one, on shelves running its full length, were diapers, wipes and powder. He stared at one of the folded up white diapers and felt his legs shaking. The idea that he would soon be wearing one, that he would wear nothing but diapers as underwear for the rest of his life, was nearly overwhelming.

“OK, Richard, I need some information from you.” The nurse said, then she looked up and seemed to realise something, “Oh, where are my manners? I haven’t told you my name. I’m Brianna.”

“Richard…” Richard replied without really thinking. His eyes were still on the diapers, and he wondered if he had been too hasty in writing off an escape attempt.

“I know, sweetie.” Brianna said with a compassionate smile, “I need a few measurements from you, just a basic health check.”

Richard was in a state of shock as Brianna proceeded to direct him this way and that. His height was taken, then his weight, she checked his blood sugar, his reflexes, listened to his heart and a whole list of other things. Richard kept hoping there would be something that undid everything that had happened that morning, that there was one measurement that would show what a mistake it had all been. Unfortunately, he was given a clean bill of health.

“Alright, no point putting it off any longer.” Brianna said as she patted the changing table a couple of times.

Richard swallowed anxiously. He was still doing his best to cover himself up, even though his modesty would count for nothing before long. He watched as Brianna pulled a diaper out. The white rectangle looked so big, but as she unfolded it and laid it out on the changing table it only got bigger. It looked like it would swallow him whole.

“Can… Can I go to the bathroom first?” Richard asked. He did kind of need to go, but it was more of an attempt to put off the inevitable than anything else.

“Well, I don’t think that will be necessary, do you?” Brianna said with a little chuckle.

It struck Richard that he would probably never use the toilet again. It should’ve seemed obvious as soon as he was pronounced Little, but now he thought about before he had left the house that morning, when he had sat on the toilet to do his business. He’d had no idea that would be the last time. His thoughts turned to what it would be like to do what he did on the toilet into the diaper instead and he started to feel light-headed.

“Come on, it’s alright.” Brianna walked over. She put one arm around Richard’s lower back and guided him forwards, “Everything will be fine.”

“It won’t.” Richard moaned as he stumbled towards the changing table.

“Change is always scary for Littles but you’ll be used to it in no time.” Brianna continued, “I remember when Jimmy, my son, was designated Little. It took a bit of a time but he’s perfectly happy now.”

“Y-Your son?” Richard asked. He sat on the edge of the table and Brianna lifted his legs causing him to lay back.

“Yes, he’s been Little for… Goodness, must be ten years now.” Brianna said.

“What does he do?” Richard asked. He was hoping to hear of some loophole, to find out that Jimmy was living a relatively normal life despite everything.

“Watches his cartoons and plays with his toys mainly.” Brianna said fondly.

“That’s it?” Richard asked.

“Well, we sometimes go to the park or the toy store…” Brianna continued, “He likes that.”

Richard stopped listening. There was no secret to be found. Jimmy had spent the last decade living as a complete baby. Richard thought back to when he was eight-years-old and Jimmy had been designated Little. He tried to imagine all that time in between where Richard was growing up and Jimmy was, essentially, frozen in time. It was not comforting to think that he had that in front of him. To think that Brianna could watch her own son go through that and be a nurse doing the same thing, he wondered just how callous the nurse was.

“Now, lift up.” Brianna said as she tapped the side of Richard’s thigh.

Richard hesitated. These were, potentially, his last moments without a diaper. As soon as he did as he was told and had the new padding taped on to him, that would be it. He bit his lip, hesitating.

“Don’t make me call the guards back in here.” Brianna said quietly, “Trust me, they aren’t as gentle as me.”

Richard closed his eyes. He arched his back and lifted his hips from the table. He could feel Brianna’s hands against him and heard a faint crinkle as the diaper was placed underneath his butt. When he received another tap on the side he slowly lowered back down. When he felt the new padding underneath him, he felt his mind go blank. It still felt like an impossible nightmare coming to life.

“There we go.” Brianna said cheerfully, “Not so bad, is it?”

Richard said nothing. He certainly didn’t tell her that he wanted to jump off the table and run off to never be found, that the padding felt like an irritant against his skin. He kept his eyes closed, just trying to delay the inevitable for even a few more seconds.

“You’re going to need to move those.” Brianna said as she tapped Richard’s hands, “Trust me, you haven’t got anything I haven’t seen before.”

Richard whimpered audibly as he moved his hands away from his privates. It all still felt too much like a nightmare to be real, and he wasn’t helped by the feeling of the cottony interior of the diaper coming up and over his crotch. The tapes were like four locks, each one designed to keep him away from adulthood. He covered his face with his hands and wept.

“All done.” Brianna said as she went over to the sink and washed her hands.

“W-What happens now?” Richard said through his tears.

“Well, I think your Mommy and Daddy are going to be signing some documents for a while.” Brianna said, “So we’ll take you to the holding pen until either they collect you or put you up for adult adoption.”

“Adoption!?” Richard quickly sat up and immediately regretted it. The diaper crinkled loudly underneath him. He looked down to see it puffing up with air trapped inside.

“If they decide they don’t want to look after you.” Brianna stated simply, “It can be terribly taxing looking after a Little.”

Richard was aghast. He didn’t think his parents would just abandon him, but could he be certain? Did any parents want to have to start looking after a baby again? He felt fresh concern as he thought about the prospect of being sent to live with strangers for the rest of his life.

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