Age Regression Little Space Novels & Stories

JUDAS-CAINE'S POV "Boss, the publicist from Fenn Rogers is here, she would like to speak to you privately." Antonio whispered into my ear. I let out a deep sigh, i had been looking for the right kind of publicity to give our company for the last week . "Let's go." I replied and got up. The mansion grounds were vast and covered at least a hundred acres of land. We also had a golf course at the back of the house, and that was where i met with the publicist.

"Less than four and it's lonely. Four is the right size for the in-between age. You need enough people that it's not just you but not so many that it becomes something organised." He thought about four as the right size. He thought about the precision — the ten-year-old who had reasoned the social geometry of the in-between age and arrived at a number and the number was right. He thought about the section as the social drawing, the architecture that understood the register of the people before it drew the walls. He thought about Owen reading wood and Miriam reading space and Ada reading light. He thought about Ellie reading people. "May I?" he said, and reached for the sketchbook.

I asked excited to know his age to see how long he had lived on earth because I was sure that he must have been here for a long time "There's no reason for me to tell you that, I hate telling people my age you know " he said while shaking his head and still doing whatever he was doing with his hands on my nipples "And why not? I don't think telling people especially me your age is such a big deal " I said with a pout, as I caressed his head trying to be cute so he carves in and reveals his age to me

Cinderella POV. "That's correct, it's the one where the sub goes into little space, and what's little space?" she asks everyone in the class, but when no one answered I decided to. "It's a safe place?" I say out loud, it's what I believe little space to be, it's safe. "That's correct Ella, it's a safe place, but when we regress to a younger age do you think it's safe to be all alone?" she asks out loud again.

"I don't even realise it's happening until I look back on it." "There is nothing to be embarrassed about. Did my mum speak to you?" "Yes, she said not to let it bother me and that they are here for me whenever I need them. She called it my little space. I didn't understand." "There is a type of ..." I paused, trying to think how to word it. "A culture where people feel more comfortable at a younger age. When you go into this regression, they call it a little space, it's where your mind regresses to an age where you feel safe. I talked to a man yesterday about it, and his girlfriend likes to live at a younger age as well; she was in her little space while I was there. She wants to come and vi

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

Staring at this house now makes me feel weird and drawn back to that time. "Reminds you of something right?" Roman says beside me. I turn to face him, meaning to respond when I remember why we're here. I cough awkwardly, looking everywhere but at him." We should get this over and done with." I say, stepping away from him. I let him take the lead. "Tell me about the family before we meet them." I say, stopping on the porch steps to look at him. " There's not much to tell apart from it's a family of three, with a 6 year old named Rosy, she's the sweetest girl you'll meet." I notice how his eyes light up at the mention of the little girl.

"No, where you're at is fine." "Okay then, I left off with the king's final visit with the first Hybrid. He was in his seventies at this point." "Wow, after all that time, huh?" I yawn and she giggles. "This will be my final journal entry, as the illness has finally taken its hold. I made my visit to Gregory. He's easily in his fifties, but still looks like a young teenager. It never ceases to amaze me how slow he seems to age compared to me."

I invited, not taking my eyes off the sausages I was frying. ​"Can I?" he asked tentatively. ​"Yeah, of course," I insisted. As he walked in, I realized once again how small our house felt. With only two rooms, a kitchen, and a small living area, Luke seemed to tower over everything. He’s incredibly tall, and he looked almost out of place in our modest space. ​"I didn't mean to bother you or Ash. Sorry for—"

: “So, so am I next, pl~ease I would like to go next. Hi, I'm Sunshine mister Naraja. I hope we get along all nice and dandy~.” Naraja felt two pokes come in from behind him and there he saw stood a little girl, Sunshine, looking no older, nor younger than 8 years old with two big 360-hoops in her hair fidgeting with the embroideries on her gothic long sleeve dress. Naraja took a closer examination of the dress and saw that it had a Victorian vintage tinge to it, but he had no idea as to how he knew that. Sunshine was an interesting girl, was what Naraja thought of, especially based off of her introduction a second ago, but even still with that one introduction that always shows a first-impr