Roleplay

To Be a Mother – Chapter 3 Overzealous Chelsey’s Perspective                To not check on her cat the next morning required so much willpower. As Chelsey crept down the stairs to not wake Maria up, all she wanted was to run back up, open that door, and drop a plushie in Maria’s arms. She wanted to smother the girl with so many kisses only to approximate how much she loved her. But it wasn’t time yet, as much as she wished it to be. While she didn’t know what exactly, obviously the girl had went through a lot as a slave. She should respect the cat’s autotomy if she was ever to trust her as family. It’s what a good animal would do.             Chelsey knew these thoughts were problematic. She reminded herself this fact as she  began her coffee. She had just adopted the cat. She couldn’t already be this attached. Yet call it a mother’s instinct, but she was. Smiling weakly as she opened a window to let in the early fall breeze, she loved this kitty, this picture of her in her head. She wanted Maria to love her back so badly. She wanted to diaper Maria and breastfeed her and be the most loving figure one could ever have. Chelsey knew she was objectifying her, and maybe that undid every good deed she was doing, but how could she stop when the love sounded so good?             Her drink steaming, she strolled into the living room and sat on the green coffee chair next to the bean bags. She had bought the bean bags for herself, but she imagined them now as  for her little one. As early birds chirped, she took a sip. Nice and hot as she liked. She was a dragon after all; of course she loved hot drinks.             She pulled out her laptop to craft the itinerary for the day. As a Sunday, Chelsey had it off. As Maria requested, they would head to Alisa’s, a local clothes store. She hoped she could encourage the cat to buy a few cute dresses; have to encourage her down a childlike route somehow. Then they could go out for lunch. She would ask what cuisine the cat would like. Then, when they returned home, she would diaper her and— Woah, woah, woah there, Chelsey. You were excited earlier when making the coffee, but we’re nowhere near diapering her. Maria is an adult, and Chelsey would wait until she is ready for the idea.             Now, back to planning the day. In the afternoon, Chelsey could let her have some space, though she would introduce a few rules like be back before eight. If Maria wanted some company, Chelsey could offer to watch a TV show or play a bored game. As the cat fell weary, Chelsey would undo her bra and breastfeed—             Chelsey! What was she doing? This is the girl she just rescued, not her fap material! But Chelsey’s brain kept drifting back to those nice thoughts. How the cat would be so thirsty and would crawl over, begging her mommy for a suckle. “Of course dear,” Chelsey would say. She would lower her neckline and let out her breasts. Maria would pounce right on, suckling deeply. Maria would love this, for cats crave cream. She wouldn’t have nursed since she was a baby, but she was a baby again, this time for good, and she needed milky from her mommy. “Purrr,” Maria would muse, and Chelsey would stroke her back with her claws. Such a good soft little cat. She loved her baby so much. Chelsey would feel her claw reach the kitty’s back where a nice, fresh pamper was. She’d give a some gentle pats there to encourage further drinking.             Chelsey noticed her talon go beneath her maroon dress and into her pussy. Was she going to masturbate downstairs when her cat could awake soon? Yes, she was, and she blushed. It was 8 AM. The girl would likely sleep in. What harm would there be satisfying an urge before cleaning up? These were good thoughts to explore, to keep Chelsey occupied so she could put her all into mothering the rest of the day.             “Mommy,” Maria would say between muzzle guzzles, “I wuv you! Can I go to the bathroom?”             “Of course dear,” Chelsey would say, gazing down at her daughter on her fluffy teats. “But you are wearing your potty, silly. So why don’t you push?”             She could see the cat blush. “I…You sure I can’t go to the bathroom?”             “No, dear. You are a baby, and babies go in their diapies. Can you say diapie for me?” Chelsey stroked her clit harder.             “Diapie,” Maria would say. She took a big breath before latching back on the nipple. Her teeth would nibble. It hurt so good. “Diapie!” And with that, the cat shitted all into her wonderful pamper, it growing dark and big in the back. Chelsey had such a good daughter. And Maria was healing so much from the darkness of her past, reliving her childhood that she so desperately needed to do.             Creaaak. A door upstairs had opened: Maria was awake. Chelsey had really just done that. She wasn’t going to hurt any of her friends anymore, yet here she masturbated to breastfeeding her adoptee? Upset, she pulled her dress back down. If she was wet down there, she could clean it in the bathroom. She rose from her seat, her small horns almost hitting the ceiling by how fast she stood, and she headed to the bathroom. She of course had toilet privileges. Gah, stop being aroused!             In the bathroom Chelsey could hear the cat marauder over to the kitchen. Oh, Chelsey had planned for a pancake breakfast today. She hoped to woo Maria over to sugary delights. By getting…distracted this morning, she no longer had the time before the day’s events. But it would be alright. She was a good dragon, she told herself. There were many opportunities to lavish this girl with love throughout the day, and there would be more breakfasts. Chelsey relaxed as she washed up, fetched her coffee, and entered the kitchen herself.             The cat said nothing. There was no food on the table. Maria was opening various cabinets, perhaps taking stock of the various grains, jars, and cans, but she wasn’t taking anything. Perhaps she didn’t know she had permission? She thought Maria was a bit more confident. “Anything is up for grabs, by the way,” Chelsey said.             “I know.” Still she took nothing. Despite logical assurances that it was okay, take as much food as you need, Maria wasn’t eating. It only had really hit Chelsey then, seeing Maria just stand there, that Maria was very thin. Of course she hadn't been fed much for many months. God, that's awful! Chelsey was furious. She made the right call with the mac and cheese last night. She needed to spoil that belly. Chelsey wanted to know Maria. What was pitter-pattering inside her kitty’s heart? Why wasn’t she eating despite clearly starving? It was dumb of the dragon to be bothered. You barely know her. Yet Chelsey wanted to know Maria so well. She wanted to be the perfect mom and be the best fur she could be. This separation of mind, that she could never truly know what Maria felt, killed at her.             But she pushed these cravings aside, and tried to respond with play. “Well, since a certain cat doesn’t seem to be eating, why don’t I fix us some bowls of cereal?” “Okay.” Still a curt response. She would get more from her new daughter soon. Confident, Chelsey pulled out a carton of milk from the fridge. She thought about asking Maria what cereal she’d like, but she should start having Maria get used to the little choices being made for her. Chelsey picked Froot Loops as a good childish option, and she poured out the bowls. “Here you go.” Chelsey placed a bowl in front of Maria, who had sat down and was looking out the opened window. Chelsey kept her silly persona. “Careful, it’s cold.” “Mhm,” Maria said. A minute passed before Maria looked at her bowl. As if she was a bit suspicious, her first spoonful were slow. Then she sped up the pace. That’s wonderful. Even for something simple like cereal, it felt amazing to feed her. Was this what her mother meant all those years ago? She wished she could ask her mother about that feeling, but she was on her own now. She liked living in these woods. She would share them now. “Did you buy all that stuff for me?” Maria said. “You know, the girly stuff.” Frame it right, Chelsey. “Not you in particular. I didn’t know who I would meet at that place. But yes. I wanted whoever I adopted to know I cared about them.” Maria cringed at the word adopted, Chelsey could tell. She likely still didn’t believe it. Chelsey would keep using the word to normalize it. She was Maria’s mother. “If I was here a little longer,” Maria started, playing with her spoon in her paws. Those claw tips were short, Chelsey took note. “Could I decorate the room, too? Add some colors besides all that pink.” Chelsey chuckled. She wanted to someday choose almost everything the kitten wore and enjoyed, but a little agency wouldn’t hurt against those goals. “Of course. I admit I may been a bit  overzealous.”             “It’s fine.” Maria blushed. “It’s cute. I’m just not a baby.” ***             Before they left, Chelsey explained the day’s rough structure. Maria asked for clothes to wear out, so Chelsey dug out the smallest clothes she had, a purple knit sweater and ash bell-bottom. Still, they dwarfed Maria, but she didn’t seem to mind. It was their first stop in civilization. Maria had surveyed from the car window eagerly. It was still a rural area, but they were at a genuine strip mall. Alisa’s was at the far end of the lot, and circling around was a barbeque place, a weed dispensary, a Walrusmart, and the busy road itself. This was a valley in between the hills and forests, and the town Rutfers somehow had funding for streetlights along this street. Chelsey didn't think Maria would run. She had helped her cat feel comfortable enough yesterday, and Maria likely trusted that whatever opportunities she wanted in life, Chelsey was likely more an asset than a hinderance. Still, if Maria had ran, Chelsey wouldn't chase, she told herself. She went to that horrible place to be a better animal. She may want a daughter, but it was ultimately Maria's decision if she would see Chelsey as her mother. Chelsey bite her tongue over her masturbatory session earlier. They were in the store now. After a little assurance that she was free to explore by herself, Maria went straight to the mens' clothing aisles. Chelsey shook her head. She understood where this choice likely came from: Who knows what horrors Maria had to wear for men just a few days ago. Womens' clothes weren't known to be the most concealing after all. But she wanted to baby this girl! How could Chelsey do that consensually if Maria was wearing loose pants and polo tees? Chelsey herself picked out a few XLLL dresses to try on. She didn't need new clothes, but she liked having more motherly options to wear. One cotton dress had panted flowers, and another was silky and a solid ocean blue. She picked them off the rack and hoped at least one would fit. Admittingly, Chelsey was a little on the chubby end—it's what happens when you're a good baker—but she was too tall for most clothes. Even if they did have decent length for some fur of similar height, her great long tail could ride up the back hem, so that was a whole other requirement. She would try these clothes soon enough. Right now, she would find outfits for her cat. She needed at least something childish for the girl to try. What size would Maria be? Chelsey thought back to breakfast somberly. On the smaller end, she knew. Chelsey perused the sundresses and skirts, looking for smalls and mediums. A short sleeveless dress with straps was adorable, and a pink fleece skirt and a purple tee with a bumblebee was perfect! And were those shorteralls in the aisle over? Chelsey had gotten a bit carried away grabbing the cutest stuff to dress her cat. Hopefully she could convince her to try at least one. Maybe she'd like feminine clothes and was only scared to try them. Chelsey could relate to that. She could remember her first time walking into the women’s' aisle four years ago. And now, to talk to Maria, she would head to the men's aisle, a place she avoided. Chelsey pushed away her own feelings and walked over. "Look at you with that sweater!” Maria had thrown on a large grey sweatshirt that floundered the poor girl. Her whiskers were swimming in a sea of cloth. She seemed happy enough. "Thanks. Nice wearing something that doesn't squeeze me, I guess." Chelsey could only guess what that would refer to. Lingerie? Corsets? They had fed her so little and squeezed tight the life she had left. This dragon momma was mad. She would pour life back into the girl. "I have some pants I want to try on," Maria said. "Where's the changing rooms?" "I'm not sure they have any. Why not change out in the open, dear?" Maria shot her glare. Darn it Chelsey, way to be insensitive there. Nudity is common for furs, and Maria had been naked nearly constantly for months. But with actually having clothes again, the large sweater Chelsey had loaned, of course Maria would want some privacy. "I'm so sorry. I'll go ask for a clerk." They were pointed to a back area which, while not having enclosed stalls, was relatively secluded and had hangers to hold clothes. Chelsey told Maria she could block the view from the relatively empty store, and Maria begrudgingly accepted these conditions. So what followed was a great try-on of pants and long-sleeve shirts, all of which dangled off Maria like a mop. She would shrug at herself in the mirror with each pair of clothes, a frown that said, "It's decent enough."  She at least felt more comfortable than being naked, Chelsey could tell. When she went through all the men’s' clothes, Chelsey enacted her plan. "I found some clothes for you to try! Please feel free to reject any—" "I am NOT wearing any of that girly junk on.” Was that a front, or was this how she felt? Chelsey, don't force her. You can’t always have you way. You want your baby girl, but she is her own woman. That's what Chelsey's mind said. But her heart pushed forward. "Please, for me? Remember what I said about a few guidelines? I was going to go over them later today, like Please be home before midnight, but one rule, or at least suggestion, would be to humor me a little bit when I try to care for you. It may help you feel better." "So you want to guilt trip me? Force me to be your dress-up doll so I receive food and board?" Maria hissed. Chelsey, you should stop now. Remember you masturbating? But she continued. "No! I just think you may enjoy exploring clothes besides baggy jeans. You may find your own style!" "And my style is going to be shorteralls and bumblebees?" Maria groaned. A guttered noise she sapt. "Fine. One item! I'll try one thing you want. Then we check out." Yes! The pushing may have been worth it. "How about you pick from these?" Chelsey said. Maria looked through the hangers in Chelsey's claws, and picked the strapless dress. After a bit of fumbling to tighten it, Maria had put it on. Oh my god. Maria was adorable. Her lime fur complemented the yellows of the flowers so wonderfully. But don't tell her you love it, Chelsey! Just stay neutral. "What do you think?" Chelsey asked. "I...I like it.” She swished around a bit, again adorable. “I haven’t worn something like this since I still lived at home. Also, your poker face is terrible." Chelsey blushed. She caught her, indeed!  After Chelsey tried on her clothes, they went to check out. Maria didn't want to wait in line, so Chelsey told her she could hang outside. This was perfect. It was a good, babyish behavior to encourage, and Chelsey could enact the other part of the plan. She didn't mean to be dishonest, but she couldn't not buy some of those other clothes she had picked out for Maria. Chelsey could store them in her own bedroom until Maria would enjoy them being introduced. For now, it was the dragon's little secret. Exiting the store, Chelsey found Maria hopping between stones that lined the parking lots edge, shaded by tall birch. She stayed and hadn't run. And there's that playful energy! Chelsey took a mental note. Likes climbing. There could be some "cat furniture" she could get. "Before we leave,” Chelsey said, opening the car door for Maria, “Are there any snacks you would like to get? I could do a quick run in Walrusmart.” “Potato chips,” Maria said. “Lays, please, if that brand still exists.” Of course it still existed. Chelsey ran off to find the goods and of course grab some juice boxes to sneak into the car. ***             Maria wanted ice-cream for lunch, but Chelsey insisted she needed proper food, so they settled for a burger place with milkshakes. There was no wait, so they sat down by the view of a river and the rest of Rutfer’s small town square.             “You happy with the clothes you got?” Chelsey said. She already knew what they would both order.             “Yeah,” Maria said. “No one can stare at my crotch anymore. It’s great!”             “Quieter, Maria! We’re in a restaurant,” Chelsey said, looking at the nearby tables. No one was paying attention.             “What? I can’t say crotch in public? Crotch, crotch, crotch.” That got a laugh out of Chelsey. It was a bit of a naughty word she’d hope to train out of Maria someday, she appreciated the girl talking. There was enthusiasm in her voice. She was making Maria happy!             “You all ready to order?” a perky skunk asked, notepad in paw.             “Certainly! We’ll both have water. I will have an Impawssible burger, and this cat here will have a fish fillet and a chocolate milk-shake. Oh, and we will have onion rings for the table.“             “Okay. We’ll have those out in just a jiffy!” The skunk scribbled in some notes and walked off.             “Anyways,” Chelsey began, “Sure, you can say whatever you want. It’s just that…are you alright?” That forming glee she saw in Maria’s eyes a few moments ago was replaced with a dull stare at the table. Maria didn’t speak for a while. She unfolded the silverware and dinged the knife and fork into each other.             “Can you stop doing that?” Maria said.             “Doing what?”             “Patronizing me! Treating for me like a child. You ordered for me.”             But treating her as her child was what Chelsey wanted to do. And wasn’t that kind of her? “You told me what you wanted in the car.”             “And I get to order it. I could have gotten my own food this morning. You wanted to free me, right? Then let me be free.”             Chelsey was already acting with so much restraint. Her first instinct had been to care for her more, not less. And would Maria have eaten if she hadn’t stepped in?             Maria continued. “I’m 21. And how old are you? 30? 33?” She was 28 in fact. “You’re not much older than me. You’ve got that legal right over my head, but can’t we be mutuals?”             Logically, there were differences that separated them. Chelsey had a job. Chelsey had a home. These differences put the dragon in a position of power. But Chelsey didn’t think like that. Of course Maria and her were equals. But equals could still take care of another. “We are equal. I just like being nice, so let me know if I’m ever too much.”             “Like I am now.”             Chelsey nodded.             Maria went back to playing with the fork and spoon, dinging them in interesting rhythms. Later, the food arrived and they both took many chomps. Maria wanted mayonnaise, and Chelsey almost asked the waitress, but she let Maria ask. After they each a decent ways into their burger—Maria more than halfway, Chelsey less—she spoke.             “I don’t know why I was chosen. You could have made anyone happy. You could have donated to some god knows charity. So why am I here, eating some burger in the middle of nowhere?”             Chelsey didn’t have the best answer for this. Did she pick Maria purely by aesthetics? By her likelihood to want to be her baby? Had she made her choice based on how it would benefit her? Chelsey hated that idea. She could only afford to pick one, and she was making this girl happier. That was her goal, right?             “I don’t know why we’re here,” Chelsey said. “But I hope you know you absolutely deserved to be slurping on that milkshake. You are perfect, Maria.”             Chelsey couldn’t see for certain, but the lavender fur surrounding Maria’s eyes appeared a bit damper. Maria smiled slightly, reached for an onion ring, and took a wide bite.             “Thanks.”   (3601 words.)

He gets down from Daddy and hugs her   "Hi Gwammy" he says

Oh; balls!

I don't envy the road they're going to have trying to control her diabetes. She's just starting puberty and that's only making it all worse. Rather surprised her boyfriend took things so badly... hope someone gives him a swift kick in the ass and he gets his act together! Cryptic note at the end... Somehow I don't think she even needed to be told that though!

Rough for the professor, but glad it's working out.  Still, maybe it'll work out.  I'm not sure how mental regression actually works, but if it actually restores the youthful mind, it's possible he may come through out of it better.  As we age our fluid intelligence declines first, along with cognitive processing speed, reaching best performance in the late teens or early twenties.  So most mathematicians are at their best in early adulthood. Maybe he'll get through it better, might need some guidance though, especially with emotional stuff.