Rainbow Diapers

Chapter 1 Fifteen years of marriage had carved James and Louise into a familiar rhythm — not perfect, not dramatic, just lived‑in. Louise was the kind of woman who filled a room without trying. She worked for a cleaning company, but she treated it like a stage: every shift gave her new stories, new characters, new disasters to laugh about. Her co-workers adored her. Her clients trusted her. Her friends practically lived in their kitchen on Friday nights, eating pizza and shouting over board games while Louise kept the energy buzzing like a warm, bright engine. James loved watching her in those moments. He loved the way she could make people feel at home. But he never quite joined in. He’d slip away with a smile, retreating to his office — a dim corner lit by a monitor’s glow, headphones clamped over his ears, the soft hum of digital worlds waiting to swallow him whole. Out there, he was quiet. In here, he could disappear. Louise teased him about it sometimes. “You’re like a house cat,” she’d say, ruffling his hair as she passed. “Friendly, but only on your terms.” He’d laugh, because it was easier than explaining the truth: that the adult world felt too heavy, too sharp, too demanding. That he longed — achingly, secretly — for something softer. Something that let him stop being the responsible one. He never told her that part. He never told anyone. On this particular morning, Louise was already up, humming as she packed her lunch. Sunlight spilled across the kitchen tiles, catching the dust motes in a lazy dance. She looked over her shoulder at him with that easy smile. “Morning, love. Coffee’s ready.” James murmured thanks, kissed her cheek, and carried his mug to his desk. The house felt peaceful. Ordinary. Safe. He opened his laptop. And that’s when he saw it. A subject line gleaming like a beacon: Congratulations, you’ve won. His heart gave a startled kick — but before he could even process it, his eyes dropped to the message just beneath it. The one he’d meant to delete. The one arranging a meeting with someone he should never have contacted. The one that could unravel everything. James hesitates before clicking. His finger hovers over the trackpad, the way it might hover over a detonator. He already knows what the message is — or rather, what it represents. The part of himself he keeps locked away. The part he pretends doesn’t exist when Louise is laughing in the kitchen. He opens it. The email expands, stark and undeniable. Saturday, 3 p.m. behind the café. Ask for “M.” I’ll bring what you asked for. Don’t be nervous. — The Babysitter His stomach twists. He hates that name — The Babysitter — but it’s what she called herself in the forum. A joke, a persona, a role she played for adults who wanted to hand over their responsibilities for an hour or two. She’d made it clear from the start: all clients must be over eighteen, no exceptions, no fantasies involving minors, no unsafe behaviour. It was structured, controlled, almost clinical. But the name still made him feel ridiculous. Exposed. Like someone had peeled back his skin and seen the soft, frightened thing underneath. He scrolls. There’s the thread of their conversation — coded phrases, careful wording, the kind of messages typed late at night when the world felt far away. He’d told himself it was just talk. A fantasy he’d never act on. A way to feel small and unburdened without actually doing anything. But he had acted. He’d set a time. A place. Paid the price and agreed to meet her. And now the email sits there, proof that his secret life isn’t just in his head anymore. From the kitchen, Louise calls out, “James? Did you take the last clean mug?” Her voice is warm. Familiar. Safe. He closes the laptop as if it’s burning him. The two worlds — the one he lives in and the one he hides in — are suddenly too close. Touching. Pressing against each other like tectonic plates about to shift. And for the first time, James wonders what will break when they do. James snaps the laptop shut a little too fast. The sound is sharp — a clap in an otherwise quiet room — and Louise’s humming stops mid‑note. She turns from the counter, a half‑wrapped sandwich in her hands, eyebrows lifting just slightly. It’s not suspicion, not yet. Just that subtle shift a spouse makes when something in the air changes. “You okay?” she asks, casual on the surface, but her eyes linger on him a beat too long. James forces a smile. His throat feels tight, like he’s swallowed something too large. “Yeah. Just… work stuff.” It’s a terrible lie. He doesn’t even have work emails on this laptop. Louise tilts her head, studying him. She’s always been good at reading people — clients, co-workers, friends. She can sense tension like a dog senses weather. And James, quiet as he is, has never been good at hiding from her. She wipes her hands on a towel and steps closer. “You look pale. Did something happen?” He shakes his head quickly. Too quickly. “No, no. Just… tired.” Louise’s gaze flicks to the laptop, then back to him. Not accusing. Just curious. Concerned. The kind of look that says she’s trying to decide whether to push or let it go. For a moment, James thinks she might reach for the laptop. The thought sends a jolt of panic through him so strong he has to grip the edge of the desk to steady himself. Louise notices that too. Her voice softens. “James… talk to me.” He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. The words he should say — the truth, the confession, the explanation — are stuck somewhere deep, tangled in fear and shame. Instead, he mutters, “It’s nothing. Really.” Louise doesn’t believe him. He can see it in the way her shoulders tense, the way her smile falters at the edges. But she also doesn’t press. She just nods slowly, as if filing the moment away for later. “Alright,” she says quietly. “If you say so.” She turns back to Preparing her lunch for work, but the atmosphere has changed. The kitchen feels smaller. The air heavier. And James knows — with a sinking certainty — that the secret he’s been hiding isn’t just a private burden anymore. It’s a presence in the room. Watching both of them. Waiting. Today As James sits there he almost dazes off imaging the Laptop screen, "Congratulations, you’ve won". James Imagines staring at it, pulse thudding in his ears. He doesn’t remember entering anything. He barely remembers half the things he does late at night, drifting through forums and niche corners of the internet when Louise has gone to bed and the house has gone quiet. But it’s the message beneath it — the one he meant to delete — that turns his stomach to ice. Saturday, 3 p.m. behind the café. Ask for “M.” He remembers typing it. He remembers the trembling in his hands. He remembers the thrill and the shame, tangled together like wires sparking in the dark. He’d told himself it was harmless. A fantasy. A conversation he’d never follow through on. But now the two emails sit together like a pair of witnesses. He’s spent fifteen years being the quiet one, the steady one, the man who never asks for anything. Louise fills the house with noise and people and life, and he slips into the background like a shadow. It works. It has always worked. Except for the part of him that never grew up. The part that wants to hand over the weight of adulthood, even for a moment. The part he’s never dared to name out loud. He sits there, heart hammering, Staring coldly at the fresh coffee Infront of him. Louise is still preparing her lunch, wiping her hands on a towel, sunlight catching in her hair. She looks so normal. So real. So far from the strange, secret world he’s been hiding. He wonders — for the first time — what would happen if that world collided with hers. And then his phone buzzes. A new message. “Looking forward to Saturday. Don’t be late.” James feels the tension in the room before Louise even speaks. It’s in the way her footsteps slow, the way her shoulders stiffen just slightly, the way the air seems to thicken between them. She’s not angry — that would almost be easier. She’s watching him. Reading him. And James has never been good at being read. He keeps his eyes on his coffee, pretending to study the swirl of steam. His pulse is still too fast. His palms are damp. He can feel the weight of the closed laptop behind him like a guilty conscience with hinges. Louise clears her throat lightly, the sound too bright, too deliberate. “So,” she says, forcing a little cheer into her voice, “I heard from Emma this morning.” James nods, hoping that’s enough. It isn’t. “She’s pregnant again.” He looks up, startled. Louise’s smile is soft, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. She’s trying — trying to sound normal, trying to smooth over the tension, trying to pretend she didn’t just watch her husband flinch away from her like a startled animal. “That’s… nice,” James manages. Louise laughs, but it’s thin. “Yeah. She’s over the moon. Says she’s already craving pickles and ice cream. Again.” He tries to smile, but his face feels stiff, unfamiliar. Louise turns back to the counter, fiddling with the cling film around her sandwich. “Makes me wonder if I’m going to get broody,” she says lightly. “You know how I get when there’s a baby around.” James’s stomach drops. He knows exactly where this is going. They’ve danced around it for years — the quiet ache Louise never voices, the one she tries to bury under jokes and busy days and Friday nights with her girls. She glances at him over her shoulder, her expression gentle but searching. “Not that it matters. I know… I know we can’t.” The words land softly, but they still hit like a stone thrown into deep water. James swallows hard. He hates this part — the reminder of what he can’t give her, the reminder of the doctor’s quiet voice, the reminder of the way Louise held his hand afterward and said it didn’t change anything. But it did. It changed everything. He forces himself to meet her eyes. “Lou… I’m sorry.” She shakes her head quickly. “No. Don’t. I’m not bringing it up to make you feel bad. I just…” She hesitates, searching for the right words. “I want you to talk to me. That’s all.” James feels something twist inside him — guilt, fear, longing, all tangled together. He wants to tell her everything. He wants to tell her nothing. He wants to be held. He wants to run. Instead, he whispers, “I’m fine. Really.” Louise watches him for a long moment, her expression softening into something sadder, quieter. “Okay,” she says at last. “If you say so.” But James can tell she doesn’t believe him. And the worst part is — she’s right not to.

Ooo thanks. Not wrote one in awhile so missed the new Section. Will post it and see.

Great chapter. Nana, she’s in trouble, not only did she not give him the pills, she rushed past the Queen to get to him first. Which shows she sees herself in a closer position or relationship with him then she has. The Queen might even think that Nana sees herself as mommy, and with her actions, the Queen would be right to think that. 

Chapter 16 There was a quiet bustle behind the stage as various servants scurried about making last minute additions - touching up the wardrobe and makeup of the royal family. They had been dropped off from the limo to a private entrance, where a large stage had been erected in the middle of the central square of the city. Outside, the largest of the crowds had gathered and waited to see the reveal of the newest member of the royal family.  Charlotte was holding Lucas in the air, baby-talking to him incessantly. Her coos did little to mask the sound of an excited crowd on the other side of the stage.  “Who’s mommy’s little munchkin? Is it you? Is it? I think it is!” Her words practically descended into babble as she spoke. Lucas, despite his nerves, actually did giggle a bit. Unusual for him.  Lucas was deep in his thoughts. He was simultaneously fixating on the crowd and his upcoming performance, running through all the lessons he’d received so far and trying to make sure he didn’t mess anything up, and reliving all of today’s events so far. His experiences with other Littles was sticking hard in his mind, and not to mention that pill he’d taken. He didn’t feel much different yet - he did feel vulnerable and small, but that wasn’t exactly unusual for him at this point.  Other maids came and went as they put various finishing touches to Lucas. Fixing the bows in his hair, wiping the corners of his mouth, and straightening out his dress.  Angie, one of the junior maids, had taken Lucas from Charlotte, the Queen needing some finishing touches of her own. Angie began talking to him as she worked on adjusting his hair.  “Are you excited, Princess Lucille?” “…Mhm.” “You look so wonderful! Queen Charlotte and Miss Hazel really outdid themselves… the people are so excited to meet you soon.” “Um… Miss?” Angie looked taken aback. This was the first time the Princess had spoken to her.  “Yes, your highness?” “What happens if I mess up?” “Oh, Princess. You have nothing to worry about. Just do your best, okay? I’m sure Miss Hazel has been very thorough getting you prepared.” “Miss Angie.” Leo appeared behind her.  “Ah! Yes, your highness?” “Thank you. Miss Hazel says that the Princess should be good to go now. I’ll take her from you.” “Yes, Prince Leo.” She handed Lucas into Leo’s arms and curtsied politely before leaving the two alone.  “Lucille.” He addressed Lucas stiffly.  “…Hey.” “…How… are you feeling?” Lucas looked at Leo puzzled.  “Huh?” “I’m asking how you’re feeling.” “Uh… okay… pretty nervous.” “Yes, I saw in the car.” “Why do you ask…?” “Well, you know… this is a big event for the family. I want to make sure you won’t embarrass us.” His tone was short and he averted eye contact with Lucas.  “Ah… I’ll try not to.” Leo’s face slowly softened. “You know… we had to do this as well, Juliette and I. Make these public displays. As I was the firstborn, I didn’t have anyone to talk to for a long time… so, you know…” There was a brief pause. Lucas stared at Leo, trying to read whatever thoughts were in his head.  “…I’m just saying, I know how it feels. And I’m… here if you want to talk.” A glimmer of sincerity was fighting its way to the surface, through Leo’s veil of stoic composure.  “Oh… t-thanks.” “And another thing… I know our little… plan has stalled somewhat. I’ll keep looking into it, but for the time being…” Another pause.  “…I’ll try to make things a bit more tolerable for you.” Lucas felt a mix of confusion at Leo’s moment of vulnerability and a swell of endearment toward him. It was an unexpected moment of encouragement, but the fact that it was so unexpected coming from Leo did make his worries fade, if only for a moment. Lucas smiled softly and, without thinking, he flung his arms around Leo’s neck, pulling him in for a tight hug.  “Ah…!” He was shocked at the sudden latching. Lucas was too, and he pulled away. The two of them avoided eye contact as the awkward silence hung in the air. Lucas then cleared his throat, attempting to make his voice sound a little deeper.  “Ahem… thanks, Leo.” “N-no problem… don’t think this changes things too much, though. You won’t catch me touching any diapers any time soon.” “I’m good with that…” “Leo! Luci!” Juliette came running up to her siblings.  “Hello, Juliette.” Leo was regaining some of his father’s confidence in tone.  “I peeked through the curtain! There’s like, a BAJILLION people out there!” Lucas gulped.  “Yes, it’s quite the turnout. I think the people might have a new favourite princess already, Juliette.” Leo smirked, awaiting the reaction he knew he’d get. Juliette pouted and crossed her arms.  “Hey! NOT funny. Luci and me are both the number one princess. Lemme hold her!” Juliette petulantly tried to reach her arms upwards to take Lucas from Leo’s grasp.  “Hold up, Juliette, you’re still a little small to hold her. Let’s let her walk and you can hold onto her.” Leo placed Lucas down on the floor and Juliette grabbed his hand quickly.  “C’mon Luci! Let’s go find Miss Hazel!” Juliette dragged Lucas away, leaving him stumbling on his unsteady legs. Lucas couldn’t help but giggle as Juliette whisked him away.  “No running!” Leo chided. He sighed and began to speak to himself. “Two little sisters… give me strength.” — Hazel was reading silently from a piece of paper, getting in some last-minute practice. It was highly unusual for the King and Queen to ask a member of the maid staff to read a speech at a royal event - but then, Charlotte had told Hazel she was an unusual maid. She had earned her place in the castle, put in years of work and earned their trust. Hazel, modest as ever, didn’t feel she’d earned much of anything - she simply carried out the tasks that were given to her, steadfastly devoted in her service. Though being asked to take on such a large degree of responsibility for the new royal was certainly a high honour. She was nervous to speak in front of a crowd, but not as nervous as the person whose event it was.  “Miss Hazel!” Juliette yelled as she approached with Lucas in tow. Hazel turned to greet them.  “Ah, my two favourite Princesses!” “When’re we goin’ out, Miss Hazel?” “Just a few more minutes, honey. It’s exciting, isn’t it?” “Uh huh!” Juliette shuffled in place, barely able to contain her excitement. She thrived in front of a crowd in a way that Lucas did not.  Lucas, meanwhile, was beginning to feel a little queasy. He shuffled uncomfortably on the spot and his stomach rumbled. Without warning, he farted softly, prompting a giggle from Juliette. “I think Luci’s goin’ potty, Miss Hazel!” Hazel picked him up off the floor and once again sniffed the air around his diaper.  “False alarm, just a little toot.” Lucas looked up at Hazel and, in a moment of uncharacteristic clinginess, he wrapped his arms around her and pressed his face right up against her boob.  “Oh my!” Hazel looked at the Little clinging to her tightly with surprise. “You’re not hungry again, are you Princess?” “Mmm…” Lucas’ muffled vocalisation betrayed little meaning, save for the shakiness in his voice as he did it. “Oh, honey… just a bit more. You’re almost there.” She stroked his hair lovingly. It seemed to work, as he felt some of his stress melt away.  Lucas wasn’t sure what was coming over him. His sudden clinginess, giggling alongside Juliette, his urge to hug Leo first, then Hazel - he surmised that it had to be the pill he’d swallowed taking effect. Giving him a childlike need for comfort, and making him more easily amused. He breathed a sigh of relief, as the effect didn’t seem as extreme as he’d anticipated - he still had control, for the most part. He just felt a little bit more… childish. He could handle that, for now.  “Okay, places everyone!” A servant clapped his hands and yelled, signalling the onstage event was about to begin. Charlotte, Alexander and Leo appeared shortly after, and Hazel handed Lucas off to the Queen - though not before giving him a good luck kiss on the cheek and popping his pacifier back in. The family stood close together, and Hazel was just behind them. They stared at the curtain before them. The crowd was growing louder in anticipation - this was it, Lucas thought. He clung tightly to Charlotte, to his Mommy - and when the curtain parted, he was hit with a wall of cheers and the blinding light of the sun shining onto his face. They stepped out, towards the next stage of Lucas’ debut.  — “It is not often we get to welcome a new member of the royal family in Avalir - and when we do, we do it right.” Hazel began her speech into the microphone, centre stage. She paused to allow the crowd’s cheers to subside.  “Throughout Avalir’s history - through hardship and strife - the royal family has been there to guide us, to set an example and to carry on our history into the future. Today, we welcome Princess Lucille. She is not just a welcome addition to this great institution, but serves as a reminder - that though she is a Little, she is no less a royal than any other. She is proof that all are welcome in Avalir, and that we take care of those who are not able to take care of themselves.” The crowd cheered once more. Several audience members with Littles of their own cheered the loudest. Behind Hazel, the royal family sat together on a row of chairs. Charlotte had Lucas on her lap, bouncing him up and down. It was not helping his queasy stomach, which was growing more and more agitated as the speech went on.  “Mommyyy…” Lucas whined, trying to get the bouncing to end.  “Hush, baby.” She ignored his whines and continued bouncing. With his stomach still upset he continued to toot every so often, though thankfully they could not be heard over the noise of the event. When Lucas had been brought out to the stage first, he was shocked by the sheer enthusiasm of his reception. The crowd cheered, waved flags and signs, some threw flowers towards the stage - thankfully, none could get close thanks to a perimeter of security at the front of the crowd. He felt like some kind of rockstar - a sparkly, fluffy-skirt wearing rockstar in a soggy diaper. Not how he pictured his life going only a couple of short weeks ago in his home dimension.  Hazel’s speech continued on, waxing poetic about the virtues of the royal family. The whole thing seemed like overkill to Lucas, but at least Hazel gave the speech well. After she finished, a couple of others stepped up to give some brief words - some high ranking politician in Avalir, speaking of the strong relationship between the government and the royal family. Another was a foreign representative who praised the royal family for their charitable and diplomatic work. When they had said their peace, Hazel once again took the stage.  “And now, to cap off our event, please welcome the girl of the hour in her public debut - Princess Lucille of Avalir!” Hazel lowered the microphone down to Lucas’ height and stepped backward to give space.  The crowd erupted into applause once more as Charlotte carried Lucas to the front of the stage and set him down in front of the microphone. She took a few steps back to stand beside Hazel, the two beaming with pride as Lucas now stood alone in front of hundreds, if not thousands of Amazons.  His legs trembled. This was the part he’d trained for. His heart pounded and he wanted nothing more right now than to be scooped up into someone’s arms and swept back to a quiet room in the castle. But he was here - in front of what felt like the whole world. The cheers continued for what felt like an hour before being hushed by staff doing crowd control. Suddenly, everything was silent. Lucas’ stomach rumbled. It was now or never. He took a deep breath.  “H-hewwo evewyone,” he stammered out in a soft, quiet voice, muffled by his glistening pacifier. He allowed it to fall from his lips, dangling from his dress and drawing cries of “aww” from the crowd - he noted that the majority of those in attendance and audible were Amazon women - no doubt overcome by their strong maternal instincts towards him.  “It’s…” his stomach grumbled again, this time a bit louder, and he shuffled away from the mic to get some distance. He positioned his feet, with some fumbling, and grabbed the hem of his skirt delicately in each hand.  “It’s lovely to meet you all.” He dipped his body into a low curtsy, elegantly sliding his feet across the wooden stage with poise. His form was perfect despite his legs shaking, and behind him Hazel and Charlotte each breathed a separate sigh of relief as the crowd once again began to cheer. As he reached the apex of his curtsy, his large, padded butt nearly touched the floor, and he once again let out a fart which would have almost certainly been audible if not for the crowd. He stumbled, and rose to his feet in a fluster. He didn’t like that his stomach was acting up so much, and only getting worse - he was beginning to worry it was more than just nerves.  Hazel stepped forward and leaned down to the low microphone. “Princess Lucille also has a special performance for everyone as a thank you for coming to her debut party!” Hazel looked to Lucas and smiled. He shot her a look of light panic, but she had no time to even console him. This was the home stretch. She stepped back behind him and clasped her hands together. The cheers from the crowd faded once again, and Lucas felt a cold sweat on his forehead as the speakers began to play the beginning notes of a song - his song to perform. He didn’t feel ready at all, but he jumped in at his cue.  “I-I’mma little tea pot, short and stout…” he bobbed up and down to the music, as Hazel had taught him. His face burned red as he ran through the juvenile choreography in his head, simple as it was.  “Here is m-my handle, here is my spout…” He extended his arms into the proper positions for each part of the song. By now, though, he was fully panicking. His stomach was crying out, rumbling and bubbling in a way that was now becoming all too familiar. He sputtered over some of the lyrics as he tried to fight off the inevitable - it was a short song and dance, and all he had to do was get through it.  “When I.. get all steamed up…” Muffled gas escaped into his diaper and he clenched his shaking legs together, fighting his own body. “Hear me shout…” “Tip… me over…” he began, as per the choreography, to lean over rhythmically, lowering his body to a squat each time and sending his stomach into overdrive.  “And pour… M-me… Ou-!” At the final hurdle, the last word, Lucas couldn’t hold back any longer. At the lowest stage of his squat, Lucas’ control broke and he began pooping into his diaper. He gripped his stomach in a futile attempt to stop what was happening, but the extra helpings at breakfast and lunch, alongside his nerves, sealed his fate. The warm mush spread into his already wet diaper, his bottom loudly announcing the fact - this time, the crowd was all silent, and the microphone picked up everything. His diaper expanded as it filled, leaving no nook or cranny untouched. For good measure, a final trickle of pee streamed out as well, adding to the disgusting warmth that now filled his padded pants.  As he finished grunting and squatting down, his legs finally gave out, exhausted from the stress of it all. Lucas fell backwards, landing on his butt with a loud, squishy thud. He felt the contents of his diaper pressed against him. As he sat on the stage, legs splayed out wide, the crowd murmured softly, and it was clear to all what had just happened. His emotions reached another breaking point. Without thinking, tears streamed from Lucas’ eyes, and he began to cry out - the kind of loud, sobbing wail that only a baby could make.  The royal family, having watched the entire ordeal from behind, stood still for a moment as they feared this would embarrass them deeply. Charlotte clenched her jaw and began to approach Lucas, who was now fully bawling. She was given pause when a single word broke through his sobs: “N-Nanaaaa…!!” Charlotte stopped, and looked back to Hazel. She didn’t return a glance to Charlotte, instead fixing her gaze on Lucas. She ran up to him and scooped him up off the ground, and began to cradle him gently as he sobbed into the crook of her neck, clinging tightly.  Charlotte scowled slightly as she saw Hazel move in. She hadn’t expected such a bold response from her on such a public stage. Not to be outdone, she approached them and picked up the microphone from its short stand, addressing the crowd.  “Ah, well, you know Littles - when they’ve gotta go…” The crowd began to laugh, and their laughter then morphed into applause. Although Lucas paid no attention to the specifics, they were once again cheering for their Princess, endeared by her performance and very public little accident. Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief at the averted incident - if there’s anything an Amazon can be counted on for, it’s that they just can’t resist a Little.  With the event now over, the royals made their way off the stage, this time towards the crowd. They made their way, with security escorts, through a break in the crowd, in what Alexander had been jokingly calling the “victory lap”. They walked toward their limo, waving at the attendees and giving them a chance to see the new Princess up close - though he didn’t give them much to wave to, trying to make himself small as he nuzzled into Hazel tightly. She rubbed his back and kissed the top of his head. After the victory lap had ended, the family got back into the limo and drove off, the sound of muffled cheers fading behind the doors as they left.  “Ugh, mother - the window!” Leo clenched his nose shut with his fingers, half-coughing out the words as the smell of Lucas’ diaper filled the limousine. Charlotte promptly rolled it down - though it did little to help the situation.  Juliette made mock gagging sounds, being the one sitting directly next to Lucas.  “Stinkypaaants…” she murmured. “That’s enough, Juliette.” Alexander chided. It was visible on his face that he wasn’t particularly enjoying the car ride home either.  “Well, aside from her, ahem - accident,” Charlotte added, “I’d say that all went quite well.” Alexander nodded in agreement.  Hazel, unfazed by the smell, looked to Lucas, strapped into his car seat and still fighting back sobs.  “There there, Princess…” Hazel popped his pacifier into his mouth and gave him Tiara.  “We’ll get you all cleaned up soon.” Lucas whimpered at the feeling of his full diaper, its contents now beginning to make his skin tingle and itch. He clutched Tiara tightly to his chest, letting her soft mane absorb his falling tears, and eagerly suckled on his pacifier. Though small comfort, the two items brought him comfort nonetheless on the drive home.  — Hazel scrubbed Lucas’ butt with a damp washcloth as he sat in the baby bathtub. Having removed every element of his complex outfit one by one, she decided the damage was too much for a simple diaper change - such an accident called for bath time. He winced as she scrubbed him, his butt beginning to turn a bright red.  Hazel frowned. “Looks like you’ll have a bit of a rash, sweetheart… we’ll get some nice cream on you afterwards, okay?” He sniffled. He had managed to come down from the state of inconsolable panic he had been in earlier, but still felt shattered and sad. Hazel noticed all too well.  “Cheer up, sweetheart. You did amazing - Nana and everyone else is so proud of you. Everyone loved you and your performance. A little accident doesn’t change that.” “I’m so embarrassed,” he sulked. “I went p- I m-messed myself in front of all those people…” “It’s what a Little does, baby. You didn’t do anything wrong.” “What a Little does”, he thought to himself. It shouldn’t be - he wasn’t himself at all. He was clingy, tantrum-prone, and called for his Nana when he had an accident. This was not normal behaviour. And he knew what to blame.  “This is all because of that s-stupid pill you gave me…” Hazel’s eyes lit up. “Oh, I didn’t even get a chance to tell you…” Lucas looked up at her. “Huh?” “When I was giving you your snack, before the gifts - I got thinking. I knew the King and Queen would ask me to give you the pills before the end of the day. But… I couldn’t do it. Not if you didn’t want it. So…” Lucas hung on her every word and waited as she searched for her next ones.  “…I switched them.” “You- what?” “I replaced the regression pills with Little vitamins. They’re designed to just help you sleep better, but that’s it. I was worried her highness would notice the difference, but… thankfully not.” “You… you did that for me?” “For you.” “But you could have gotten in a lot of trouble…” Hazel shrugged. “I still might. I’m sure they’re more than a little curious why the regression enhancers didn’t work like they should have - but I’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. All that matters to me is what you wanted - and you wanted to be all yourself today. So I let you.” Lucas didn’t say anything, but his eyes said “thank you”. Hazel picked up on that and continued scrubbing him down with her warm, soothing smile. “Now let’s get you all squeaky clean, missy - I think someone has earned a long nap.” Lucas wanted to be overjoyed that Hazel had stuck her neck out for him like that - despite after going back and forth between trusting and distrusting her, she had done something that was against the wishes of her employers, the royals themselves. He couldn’t forget that. But… something nagged at him.  Everything he had felt that day - his affection toward Leo, giggling along with Charlotte and Juliette, retreating into Hazel’s embrace for comfort, and having a full, public meltdown after pooping his diaper - he had assumed his mind had been dulled and his emotions sharpened by the pill. He assumed this was some chemically-induced state of regression. Now he knew that wasn’t the case.  All of those moments where he’d felt like a baby. Whether he liked it or not, that really was all him.

happy birthday, hope you're having a good one.