1 God doesn't exists

'What? What just happened?'

Powerlessness. That's the best word to describe what he is feeling right now. He couldn't muster the strength to stand up and the best he could do is only move his arms slightly.

'Shit'

Wanting to do something to know even the slightest bit of idea of what is now happening to him, He put all of his strength on his right hand and manages to push some sort of heavy cloth and slip his hand outside.

Cold! His hand feels irritatingly cold.

Realizing that his hand was out of the cloth that should have warmed his body, He wanted to hide his hand again inside to feel the comforting warmth, but his hand is feeling tired. Together with the feeling of tiredness, he could also feel something 'foreign' influencing his mind and he is not liking it. Wanting to forget this feeling he began to summarize what he knows right now.

His memory is blurry, like a large portion of his memory is missing. He could not remember many things.

'Shit! Was I drugged?!' The idea of having his mind violated angers him; he felt that for him, memories are sacred and shouldn't be tampered.

'What the hell. Shit!' Not having any way to force his anger to, he kept cursing in his mind.

'My name! At least my name! Who am I?!' Digging his blurry memory, he wanted to at least know his name. He felt in his heart that knowing his name is really important, he could forget everything, but he couldn't forget about himself. And if such a thing was forgotten, then a huge part of him is already dead. Forcing his self to think, he could feel his head starting to ache but still continued.

'Name! Who am I?!' As he got deeper into his memory, he began to see many things, but wanting to get closer to his goal, he ignored them and continued digging into his memory. But as he got deeper, the aching goes stronger, but fearing that he might not get the chance later, he resolved himself to swallow the pain.

'Ahhhh! Name!!!' As he felt that his head is about to explode because of the pain he stopped thinking as he saw something within his memory; A bunch of letters and numbers.

'EN-0000001' and he could feel from his heart that the mystery of his name is within this bunch of nonsense even if he is in doubt.

'Fuck!'

'EN-0000001. EN-0000001. EN-0000001. EN...' He stopped thinking and kept repeating the image on his head as his consciousness began to fade because of the pain and tiredness.

...

'Ahh' as he woke up again, the familiar feeling of powerlessness greeted him again.

'Fuck! my hand hurts like shit!' He felt his right hand that is being attack by coldness. Wanting to get out of this pain, he start mustering all his strength again as he rolled on his right to drop his right hand under the cloth.

'Ah, Roll!' he successfully rolled on the right and manage to drop his hand. And with little effort he managed to put his hand inside the cloth's warmth again by a single great pull.

'Haha! Nailed it!' as he cheered on his mind as he felt the comforting warmth, he remembered something suspicious.

As he rolled earlier, his sight was also shifted on the right; thereby he saw a baby's hand courageously forcing its way to go under the cloth.

'What?! what happened to my hand?!' As he absorbed the information, he began questioning the mysterious sight, his focus then moved to the coldness he is feeling on his right hand.

'Right, I woke up earlier on this state...'

'Right, my name' As he remembered the things that happened to him earlier, he remembered that he thought about his name and got something out of it. As he starts thinking about his name, an image starts appearing on his mind.

'E.. Something with E' as the image appeared on his mind, the thing then starts to gets blurry, but he didn't give up, with a little push, he uncovered another letter. 'E... EN... En, It should be my name I guess' As En remembered his name, he began to feel calm.

'Right, my hand is a baby's so I must've been injected with some godly kind of drug that made me rejuvenate... my memory loss must be due to its side effects but besides that, shit, my arm hurts'

Because of his forceful roll on his unfamiliar body, En didn't manage to stop his body the way he wanted it and it stayed in an obtuse angle with his right arm preventing him to drop face down.

'I must return to my earlier position, the culprit of this experiment might return now, if the culprit saw me like this. It would be so fucking embarrassing I would put to shame my.. my... my what?' As his mind was about to go chaotic again, the pain in his arm returned him to his senses.

'Rather than that, I must find a way to return to my position. What an annoying fragile body' various simulations starts appearing on his mind as he began to plan. After simulating many things, right now En thinks that it's impossible to return to his previous position while having a chick's strength, the best thing he could do now is to let his body drop while facing sideways in order to breath.

But something is telling him to never give up, strive for the best even if the odds are low!

Never give up! You can do it!

'Fuck this, I'll just do a power roll' as En gave up planning as if influenced by that something, he tried to roll on his left forcefully, going against the impossibility that he thought earlier. As he put his strength into it, he only manages to lift about ten degrees worth of angle.

You can do it! Go!

'AhhhHH!' as En shouted like a protagonist on his mind he manages to lift a degree more.

'FUCK!' as En thought of what the hell he is doing, he gave up, he drops and because of the additional force cause by the fall, he passed his previous obtuse angle record and achieve a perfect 180 degree face down. As he tried to think how he managed to do something stupid, he had done something stupid again, he forgot to shift his head sideways.

'Damn, I can't breathe!' En is now trying to shift his head sideways desperately, but the heaviness of his head and the friction of the pillow are preventing him to do so. Having no choice, he could only forcefully open his mouth to breathe more air from the pillow.

'I must look like an infant committing suicide right now'

'Haha! Oh! Shit they are starting to appear hahaha' as thoughts of dying appeared on his mind, the revolving lantern happens. His past is starting to appear on his mind.

An infant pushing his hand out of a cloth, and an infant rolling around…

'Shit! What an embarrassing revolving lantern! I refuse to die this way! Damn, I don't care what kind of mad scientist you are, hurry up and save me dammit!'

As his consciousness fades away, he heard a woman screaming.

...

En doesn't know how much time had passed but he felt like he was floating in the sky, he knew he could now wake up, but he liked this feeling so he had not done so.

'I'm getting hungry'

As En was feeling hunger, he was now in a dilemma between the thought of waking up and asking his secretary for breakfast to eat, and the idea of ignoring the hunger to continue this floating sensation. Just as he was about to wake up, a soft warm sensation could be felt by his face that seems to comfort him. He could feel something warm and pointy poking his lips, as he was hungry; he thought that it might be food so he bit it. After trying to bit it several times, he thought it was futile, so he tried sucking on it.

'!?' as En could feel the warm and sweet liquid flow from his mouth down to his stomach he was flabbergasted for this is just like that something that he read about infants. As he opens his eyes to see for himself what is happening, he couldn't help but be shocked and sucked harder unconsciously.

'What. What. What. What the hell?!' He was sucking on a boob as big as his head!

The thought of an adult being carried like a baby and forced to suck milk from a breast is so embarrassing that En could feel his whole face turning hot.

'Oh, wait I got turned into an infant!' As En began to think clearly, he thought that this woman might be the mad scientist, and if she was, she must be like those types of people who have eccentric hobbies. For her case, she could have turned him into a baby in order to enjoy the feeling of humiliating adults. Thinking so, he couldn't help but imagine the woman with an evil face as she says 'How?! How does it feel to suck someone's breast like a baby as an adult?! How does it feel to only survive by only sucking breasts?! Hahaha! Say it! Come on! Say it!' As he imagined the woman saying this with an evil laugh he couldn't help but feel so low and felt his body shrunk a little.

'What a perverted mad scientist!' En tried to look at the face of the woman feeding him with his peripheral vision but he could only look until her neck, majority of his sight conquered by breasts.

'This woman must either be the culprit, an accomplice, or an innocent wet-nurse'

'A big chance she isn't innocent, so take that!' En tried biting again but the breast's natural armor must be so high, instead of hearing a pained voice, he could only hear a giggle.

'Damn, I have no teeth' En felt his face turned hot again from embarrassment. As he was hungry, he swallowed his pride and continued sucking. Thinking about the chance that she was innocent, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty so he becomes a little bit obedient. He also realized that the floating sensation is him being carried. As he continues to suck milk while being comfortably carried, he began to feel sleepy again.

As En felt his eyelids starting to feel heavy with all of these comfort, he began thinking,

'It might not be so bad'.

...

As En woke up at night on the familiar cloth and pillow he began to feel the arrival of something scary.

'Damn! I want to poop!'

But the feeling of an adult shitting himself is so humiliating; he would bring such disgrace on his whole life. So he controlled himself hoping for a miracle that his body will return to normal so that he could run for the toilet.

'No! Miracle! If God exists then miracles could happen! God I believe in you! Help me! Give me a Miracle!!!'

En could also feel that something is with him, telling him to hold on.

Hold on! Don't give up!

Time past as En cling to God hoping for a miracle to happen, he could feel his face turning cold. But still, he continues his fight for dignity and honor.

...

En looked at the ceiling with a blank look. His eyes were a little moist; he closed his misty eyes as he thinks to himself...

'God doesn't exists...'

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