A taste of eternal youth

The next day, Jesse was back in his normal uniform, never thinking he'd be so relieved at returning to the comfort of a short skirt and no underwear. Even Suzy's buttplug, which he had dutifully kept in overnight, seemed to have become a reassuring presence. It was funny… how quickly something new and terrifying became absorbed into what he thought of as his safe and usual routine. At least when compared to any situations where he felt even further out of depth.

Even now, thoughts of the evening before made him uneasy. Not because of the anxiety-ridden scurry home, but because of all the warmth and happiness he'd felt before that. Because of how easily he'd slipped into the role of being John and Miranda's 'little Sweetpea'. Happily bobbing along, bumping shoulders with all the wealthy perverts and their other playthings in that technological miracle hidden in plain sight. He'd tried to look for the outer semblance of the structure on his way in, but nothing stood out among the usual grey and green blur of the city. Was it disguised to look like blocks of empty offices or server factories? Were the smart-glass windows of the Maglev just programmed not to show certain things? The connotations of there being entire sections of his city that the algorithm had never even let him see were mindblowing. What else had it hid from him and all his Home-grown friends and classmates?

When he'd got in, Jesse had just wanted to slump down into bed fully clothed and drift away. But Betsy had been full of questions and had taken it upon herself to strip him down as she asked them, mopping the remaining lipstick from his forehead with a wet flannel. She seemed to think he was the luckiest boy in the world to get to see such wonders. Wined and dined in the sea breeze like some of the trashy, old romantic novels she read. It didn't phase her at all that such fantasies lay just a few miles away… but forever out of her reach. She was more interested in the mechanical marvels that would be required to create and maintain such a place. Jesse got the impression she was already getting a little bored with her day-to-day at the breeding pit... though she would never admit it. Apparently the incurable problem-solver had already started working out how their milking system worked, and made some suggestions on how to improve it. Her sissy roommate had been more shocked to discover there was a milking system. Betsy had just laughed at his ditsy ignorance again:

“Of course... human breast-milk is one of the major ingredients in the anti-ageing formulas we all take! I thought everyone knew that?”

So now he was sat at his desk, feeling a little queasy at the thought of what he might have just drank with his cereal that morning, as well as all the other worries zipping around his brain. It seemed rather fitting, really: that all those 50+ year old rich folks who still looked 30 only did so because they were literally draining the fluids from the generations below. The sissy wondered what the other ingredients were… then rapidly avoided the thought. He wondered if his own unremembered mother was still out there too… plugged up to some vacuum machine, rubber cups sucking at her tits. While trainee breeders like Betsy made sure she was comfortable and yet another soon-to-be Home-child grew in her belly.

He looked around the rest of the room at all his equally submissive classmates, boredly taking notes on how to most politely offer themselves up to anyone they met. Did none of them ever boil over with these same doubts and worries that he did? They must be experiencing the same sort of situations after school each day… Was he the only freak who just couldn't accept that this was his lot in life?