NovelAI Scenario: Mandated Socialization

Description

In a very distant year in the future, those identified as having "dangerous thoughts" are required to have a state social worker visit them several times a week by government mandate. You find yourself awoken one morning to the knock of one of those required visits and your resentment only increases.

Can be whatever consent level you desire, works with you as woman and social worker as man, or the other way around. Fully customizable.

Created for Friday AIDS theme, Ridiculous Government Mandates

Tags

government mandate, mental health, gov, theme_friday, friday, fridaids, social worker, government, choose consent

Prompt

A loud knocking sounds "Come on ${2PYourName}! You know you have to open the door!" ${1PSocialWorkerName} yells through the front door, sounding muffled to the once-sleeping young man inside and echoing throughout the small, dark apartment. As you get out of bed and stare at the yellowish wall you realize you have come to resent ${1PSocialWorkerName}. Your social worker is here to ensure you keep your mental health up and stay away from what the government has called "hazardous thoughts", effectively keeping you under surveillance and seemingly looking for an excuse to involuntarily hospitalize you. ${1PSocialWorkerName} is a good listener but having them around is like inviting a military spy into your home. Quickly getting dressed and hurriedly hiding your prohibited knife and stach of alcohol the pounding on your door begins again; "I will call the police to do a wellness check if you don't answer the door! We both know you don't want that!" The voice that once seemed helpful and kind now only shrilly reminds you of the overreaching grasp of the government even if the ${3PSocialWorkerGender} does seem to genuinely care. You know what ${1PSocialWorkerName} means; the alcohol, the weapons. Things both of you pretend to not know about for your sake alone. But even so you have grown to hate the sound of the ${6PSocialWorkerPronoun} small hand pounding impatiently at the door in the early hours. It's much too early in the morning for someone to be knocking and demanding entry into your unkempt apartment. Trying to keep the thoughts of misery from your troubled mind you shout out a hurried response, "I'm coming! Hold on!" You need to fake a cheerful, or at least demure attitude in order to avoid alerting ${1PSocialWorkerName} to your grim thoughts and being hospitalized. Opening the door to the front of your 5th-story apartment, you see ${1PSocialWorkerName} is dressed in the typical uniform, looking quite attractive with ${6PSocialWorkerPronoun} messy brown hair and striking grey eyes. Letting ${1PSocialWorkerName} inside, you cannot help but let your eyes roam ${6PSocialWorkerPronoun} tight, young body; lingering on the more noticeable areas. You begin to realize that it has been a long time since you've felt true fulfillment and begin to feel certain urges become more powerful in your mind.... [Click to expand]

A loud knocking sounds "Come on ${2PYourName}! You know you have to open the door!" ${1PSocialWorkerName} yells through the front door, sounding muffled to the once-sleeping young man inside and echoing throughout the small, dark apartment.

As you get out of bed and stare at the yellowish wall you realize you have come to resent ${1PSocialWorkerName}. Your social worker is here to ensure you keep your mental health up and stay away from what the government has called "hazardous thoughts", effectively keeping you under surveillance and seemingly looking for an excuse to involuntarily hospitalize you. ${1PSocialWorkerName} is a good listener but having them around is like inviting a military spy into your home.

Quickly getting dressed and hurriedly hiding your prohibited knife and stach of alcohol the pounding on your door begins again; "I will call the police to do a wellness check if you don't answer the door! We both know you don't want that!"

The voice that once seemed helpful and kind now only shrilly reminds you of the overreaching grasp of the government even if the ${3PSocialWorkerGender} does seem to genuinely care. You know what ${1PSocialWorkerName} means; the alcohol, the weapons. Things both of you pretend to not know about for your sake alone. But even so you have grown to hate the sound of the ${6PSocialWorkerPronoun} small hand pounding impatiently at the door in the early hours. It's much too early in the morning for someone to be knocking and demanding entry into your unkempt apartment. Trying to keep the thoughts of misery from your troubled mind you shout out a hurried response, "I'm coming! Hold on!" You need to fake a cheerful, or at least demure attitude in order to avoid alerting ${1PSocialWorkerName} to your grim thoughts and being hospitalized.

Opening the door to the front of your 5th-story apartment, you see ${1PSocialWorkerName} is dressed in the typical uniform, looking quite attractive with ${6PSocialWorkerPronoun} messy brown hair and striking grey eyes. Letting ${1PSocialWorkerName} inside, you cannot help but let your eyes roam ${6PSocialWorkerPronoun} tight, young body; lingering on the more noticeable areas. You begin to realize that it has been a long time since you've felt true fulfillment and begin to feel certain urges become more powerful in your mind.

Author Notes

The social worker is visiting in your home and will talk with you about sensitive topics. You cannot help the sexual feelings and urges that arise within you as you look at the social workers cute face and full lips. You want to ${5PWhatToDoWithSocialWorker} ${1PSocialWorkerName}.

Memory

[ Genre: cyberpunk Tags: sexual, sad, hate, psychology, abuse, depression, isolation. ]

You are a depressed young ${4PYourGender} named ${2PYourName} living in a cheap, decrepit apartment in a futuristic, yet run down city.

${1PSocialWorkerName} is a young adult ${3PSocialWorkerGender} working as a social worker with short, messy brown hair and piercing grey eyes. With a small frame and a high-pitched voice, they are intelligent but weak, seeking to do their job and leave.

The mental health mandates command that those with potentially hazardous mental states be visited by a social worker at least twice a week in order for the government to monitor them. A highly unreasonable mandate, you begin to hate your social worker and the government more and more for their forcible surveillance. You find your social worker, ${1PSocialWorkerName}, very attractive but hate them for their job and how unpleasant they have become. Your increasing hatred for ${1PSocialWorkerName} and social services is only balanced by your depressing and increasingly sexual thoughts about them. Today is a usual meeting, and the ${3PSocialWorkerGender} has just awoken you from a satisfying slumber for one of your government-mandated social sessions.

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