BabySiras

Really enjoyable! While this is a great ending point, I know I'd enjoy watching as Sam explores more and more of her little side

Are you planning on posting the entire thing, or is this a sample for the book?

It also helps set the tone for when she *does* get home. Can't wait to read more of the actual mall trip. It will be nice to see these two have perfectly adult conversations about taxes and the weather.

I love seeing the return of one of my favorite authors on this site! Can't wait to see the many mishaps poor Harper shall endure!

Congrats! "Mom got caught up in a drug cartel" is officially the greatest reason for no updates I've ever seen.

Hello! I'm looking for a tale where in a woman finds a pair of panties with a number ok it while her partner is out of town. Every night they get thicker as she wakes up a step further behind on potty training after being picked by a reality altering organization that claims she will be happier once the process is completed. The last chapter I remember reading had her getting changed by a store employee

Hello fellow Babs of Light! Inspiration struck and I decided to make this one shot an ongoing thing. Which also means I should say all warriors of light that aren't mine are used with permission of their respective players. Next chapter contains no diapers, but lots of little feels! Enjoy! Part 2 The Mist was always lovely at this time of the year, Sesena thought as she enjoyed an early morning coffee with R'Luna. The miqote was one of the quieter members of the company. She was also one of the few to own her own house outside of the one they shared. Which made sense to Sesena. After all, despite being the company leader on paper, R'Luna was the one that managed the properties, company finances, member recruitment, etc. If Sesena was the heart of the company, than R'luna was the brains. Which is why Sesena went to her when she needed a second opinion. "Hey R'Luna," she started while idly stirring her coffee. The Miqote let out a hmm as a way to encourage Sesena to continue during a brief hesitation. "Have you noticed Faded acting a bit strange lately?" "Not particularly, why?" R'Luna asked. A gust of wind blew past the two, and the taller girl effortlessly kept her dress from flying about in the wind. Sesena was somewhat jealous of how composed she always seemed. Even when facing down a primal at her side, R'Luna was nothing but careful strikes with her gunblade or calm incantations with her rod. "I don't know how to put it, but she's been rather…" Sesena struggled to find the words to explain just what she had noticed. It was subtle really, and she felt like she'd been imagining things. Still, when Sesena saw Faded polishing her armor in the front room; she expected a lecture, not the Viera saying that she was always there to help keep her protection cleaned. Then there was that fishing trip where Faded insisted she carry Sesena's tackle box. Sure the logic that the Lalafell's rod was a fraction of the size of her own, and that it just made sense to keep everything in one box did indeed make sense. There were more smaller examples she could think of too. Is the word you're looking for 'maternal'? Certainly overbearing, but I know that you enjoy the treat far too much for that. Sesena hid her blush with a sip of her coffee. While her company mates knew of Frey in abstract, most of them just ignored the fact that she had an extra voice in her head. It helped that none of them could hear Frey. A fact she was increasingly comforted by considering how much they encouraged her to embrace her little side. "Doting? I don't think that's the best word for it." Sesena eventually said. R'Luna's face scrunched up as she thought. It didn't take very long however. "She seems normal to me. Maybe you should just talk to her?" R'Luna was about to offer more advice before a soft chime came put of one of her pockets. "Sorry Sesena," she said before taking a linkpearl out and holding it next to her ears. The Lalafell sat awkwardly and did her best to ignore the call. After a fee moments, R'Luna pocketed the pearl and sighed. "Sorry again, Sesena. But something came up. Can we finish this later?" Sesena barely had time to nod before R'Luna began charging a teleport. The Lalafell hopped off her slightly oversized chair and left her cup on the table behind her. R'Luna would clean it up when she got back from wherever she was going. Maybe talking to Faded could help. Maybe all Viera were like that sometimes. Sesena didn't really know a lot about the lupine people. And it wasn't like Sesena was objecting to the treatment. Frey was right in that she absolutely enjoyed it. She just didn't know why it started in the first place! With a quick application of her aether, Sesena swapped to her usual combat attire. More specifically her spell casting armor. It was easier to ignore Frey when she wasn't channeling through the dark knight crystal. That way, maybe she could pretend she didn't hear him say "maybe she just wants you to be her little champion too". And maybe she could pretend that she didn't want that too. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ "Are you okay, Sese?" Faded asked as she took extra care to heal a gash on Sesena's arm. The tiny tank had jumped in the way of an attack that had been meant for her, and the mystical barrier Sesena applied hadn't quite stopped the blow. The two had been helping out with the effort to clear Garlemald of magitech armor that prowler the streets. Since the fall of the empire, most had fallen into disrepair, but there were still a lot that were set to attack anyone the came across. "I'm fine. It's barely a flesh wound. See?" Sesena held up her arm where not even a scratch remained. Faded was beyond gifted, even amongst the limited number of White Mages that were active. Faded hmm'd. "Maybe we should take a break. We've been going for a bit." She suggested as Sesena got back to her feet and performed a few practice swings of her over sized sword. "I'm not even tired though, I can do this all day!" Sesena bragged, though if she was being honest, that blow never would have landed if she had been paying more attention. This clearly was the wrong response, as Faded glared at her. She knew just as well that Sesena never would have normally been hit by that sort of thing. "Sesena Sena, you have been taking hits for me for hours. You need to rest." Faded ordered, using the chance to tower over the much smaller dark knight. She stared down at her both literally, and figuratively. Sesena broke eye contact and looked away first. "Alright Mom. We can take a break." The sarcasm was thick in her voice. "There's an old house nearby we can hide out in." She said, leading the way. Of course, she missed the effect her words had upon Faded. The tips of the Viera's ears were twitching excitedly as a giddy smile spread on her face. She didn't know why, but she like how that sounded. She wanted to hear the Lalafell say it while wearing one of the outfits that were currently sitting in her closet waiting for a chance to be worn. Sarcasm can't hide how much you want to call her that, little champion. Sesena blushed at Frey's comment. "S-shut up!" She told him under her breath. "Huh?" Faded asked, having missed exactly what Sesena said. She was still distracted by thinking of getting her friend to play dress up. "Did you say something?" Sesena was still blushing from the intrusive voice as she shook her head. "N-no. I was uh… I was talking to Frey." She said hesitantly. She didn't often talk to the others about them. She always felt like a little kid talking about an imaginary friend when she talked about Frey to anyone but Sigurdu. Still, she knew that Faded never looked at her weird when she mentioned them. The Viera just took it in stride as one of the many quirks of the tiny tank. "Ah, still you shouldn't tell them to shut up. That's rude you know." Faded said much in the same way she'd use while talking with one of the kits back home. "You should apologize to him." "But they…" Faded interrupted Sesena's protest with a sharp glare. It was direct, pointed, and conveyed that Faded wouldn't be mad if Sesena didn't apologize. Just disappointed. Sesena folded almost instantly. "Sorry for telling you to shut up, Frey." She muttered under her breath. The voice in her head merely chuckled. "Good girl Sese," Faded patted Sesena on the head in a way that could only be described as parental. Which, naturally, caused the Lalafell to forget which foot was supposed to go in front of the other while walking. Fortunately, the snow broke her fall. "Sese!" Faded quickly picked up her friend and helped dust the snow off her face. "Are you okay?" She started walking again while still carrying Sesena. "I'm fine, I just tripped on a rock or something." It definitely wasn't because she short-circuited because of the Viera. "Can you put me down thought? I can walk." It was her only real objection to Faded carrying her like this. Despite the cultural insult that was carrying a Lalafell, Sesena found it easy to relax in the healer's caring arms. "The snow is starting to fall, and it's easier for me to walk through it than it is for you." Faded explained. Sesena just shrugged and decided to let herself be comfortable. Besides, being carried like this was way better than just imaging it. She closed her eyes and rested on her friend's shoulder. She didn't see how Faded smiled at her. It was strange, Faded thought, how natural it felt to hold Sesena like this. As one of the longest lived species on Ethyris, she often had a hard time telling how old her companions were. She knew they were all adults but… she didn't know by how much. A lot had been lost in the Calamity all those years ago that first encouraged her to come to Eorzea. Sesena once told her that she didn't have many memories from before Dalamud fell. She knew the Lalafell had vague memories of her parents, but it was always blurred. No one ever stepped forward to claim her as part of their family. It was one of the reasons she put her company together after all. 'You know,' Faded thought, 'I don't mind the sound of Mom'.. she thought as she walked the two for some cover from the snow and machines. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were enjoying this. Sesena didn't respond, but she did smile as she rested in one of the most comfortable place she'd ever known.

There's not enough FFXIV in diapers. Have a warrior of light that's just exhausted. Sesena's Day Off It was a cold and raining evening in Shirogane by the time Sesena Sena made it back to the small home owned by her and some friends. It had been a long day for one of the heroes of the realm. It hard started easily enough. She'd been delivering a new journal filled with stories to give Khloe something to read to the younger kids before an innocent question about a 'plot hole' one of the kids heard sent the Lalafell on a frenzied trip searching for something that one of her Retainers had been holding on to. "Anyone home?" Sesena called out as she entered the free company's house. The diminutive Dark Knight haphazardly took her sword off her back and set it against the wall. She flopped onto one of the Lalafell sized chairs in the house. Normally she'd take the couch all to herself since no one answered her call, but she was soaked. She also didn't feel like climbing down the Hyur designed stairwell to get into the hot tub to clean off. Instead, much like her sword, her armor also found its way into a pile in the corner. At least the tunic she had on underneath was only slightly damp. She'd forgone the greaves though, so her pants were absolutely soaked. Aw, did the little champion have an accident? A familiar voice rang out in her head that made her glad no one was there to see her blush. Fray Myste was once an aspiring dark knight who died. His soul merged with the job crystal, and Sesena's own aether mixed with the remains of his. This left her with an extra voice in her head that was only mostly her own. Useful in a fight to help process strategies and pay attention to more of the battlefield. Less useful when tired and exhausted. Especially after their earlier conflicts had been resolved. Frey was a quiet, constant companion who only ever wanted what was best for her. His voice was also one that encouraged her to do things for herself. Sesena hated to admit how quickly she folded under a certain sort of encouragement. Fortunately for her none of her company mates knew about this particular button of hers. "That's not what happened and you know it!" Sesena exclaimed, ignoring the rush from the thought of having done just that. Of having been one of the little ones she helped tell stories too. Of getting carried off for dry pants because of an entirely different reason. Of being cleaned and caressed and not routinely having the literal weight of the world on her shoulders. You can pretend can't you? Frey asked, knowing that's exactly what she was doing. None of your friends are around, you've had a long, pointless quest, and there is nothing ending the world in the next few days. "But what if…" Sesena started, but she found herself unable to finish her train of thought. Not because of any external distraction, but because she was tired, wet, and Frey was right. There really was no reason for her not to indulge herself. "Is anyone else home? I've got Archon Loaf?" She didn't, not really. No one in their right mind would willing eat that garbage, and she thought that said a lot about Sharlyan. After about thirty seconds, Sesena giggled to herself. Far, from the confident tone that she normally carried, this was a light and airy sound. It was just as much another piece of armor removed like her sword and chest piece. Without really thinking about it her legs began to sway back and forth beneath the chair. "Hey Frey?" She asked mischievously. Yes sweetie? "I think I had an accident." She felt her heart beat race faster than it did when she faced down Leviathan for the first time. Saying that out loud always sent shiver down her spine. Especially when she knew what would be next. That's okay. Let's go get you cleaned up. Despite lacking the focus and will to summon him as Esteem, Sesena couldn't help but pretend that instead of walking to her bedroom door; that she was pickup up carefully, and carried over to her nursery. The little Lalafell's room was easy to find, if only because the handle was at half the height of all the other doors. She barely took the time to close it behind her as she walked inside. Honestly, from first look it seemed like a room more befitting a child than a champion. The walls had a soft blue wallpaper with bouncy looking clouds spread across. Her floor was a mishmash of colored tiles, and on it was spread a variety of stuffed animals she had picked up as souvenirs during her travels. Her favorite was clearly the Ruby carbuncle which had an honored place atop the bed. A bed which Sesena practically dove under to retrieve her prize. A small, brown, unmarked chest. As she opened it, she couldn't help but hum the traditional song of victory under her breath. With care and reverence, she set the contents onto her bed. It was a diaper, albeit one sized and fitted for Rogenden toddlers. Sesena had been so glad that Faded Shine, the company craft master, never bothered to ask just why Sesena wanted to learn how to hem cloth. The Viera had just been happy to have another person interested in the disciplines of the hand This meant that after the wet pants had been tossed into a corner, she had a perfectly fitting alternative to wear. Sesena jumped onto her bed. She'd done this so many times now that it was practically second nature, but that didn't stop her excitement. With the same level of reverence she had pulling out the diaper Sesena pulled the front half over herself. She made sure it was perfectly aligned before pinning the sides into place. Once it was on, she let out another giggle as she tried and failed to close her legs. There we are. Feeling better, little champion? Fray asked. Sesena's only responded was to pull out another piece of contraband. A pretty pink pacifier she kept hidden in her pillow case. With her stuffie in hand, paci in mouth, and diaper on butt; it finally felt like the stress of the day was vanishing away. The little champion rolled off her bed and attempted to waddle. It was incredibly difficult given the size of the diaper, and Sesena didn't fight the urge to just fall back onto her diaper. It's okay, little champion. You don't need to worry about right now. Just go play. Sesena practically melted from the words. All her life it felt like she'd been pushed to succeed, pushed to Excel. The pressures only increased after awakening to the echo, and it multiplied once joining the Scions. So with immeasurable glee, Sesena began crawling around to all her stuffed animals on the floor. There was the Coeurl from Costa De Sol, the Gobbue from the rising celebrations from a few years ago, and a stuffed red dragon made in the Firmament. Sesena accessed her inventory to take out a pitcher of ice tea that she'd been magically preserving and poured herself some as she sat in a circle with her other plushies. "You would not believe the day I've had," Sesena told them. Of course. Through the pacifier it sounded more like "Ou uld ot eleeeebe a ay I ad". Luckily for her they were well versed in translating babble. She got as far as talking about the collapsing tower before she realized she needed a visual aid for the story. Her now empty cup was dropped on the colorful carpet without a second thought so she could crawl over to her secret building blocks hidden at the base of her dresser. It was when she was halfway there that a familiar call came. She smiled as she crawled around and barely gave it a second thought. The absorbent cloth between her legs began to grow warm and wet. Slowly at first, though much faster as her body realized it was okay. She couldn't help it after all. She wasn't some great hero. She wasn't a noble champion. She wasn't even an adventure. Right now she didn't have to be any of those things. Sesena pushed her small collection of blocks back over to her stuffed animals, delighting in the damp padding. Soon even that was forgotten as she first tried to show her audience just how big the tower was before it fell. Then she got distracted by the simple joy of building something up just to knock it down. Sadly, all good things must come to an end. This one was punctuated by a small, yet mighty yawn. Time for bed, little champion. Fray told her. Sesena pouted at that, if only because she wanted to pout. "But I'm not tired." She grumbled as she crawled over to her mattress. Sesena stood only long enough to walk up the short step stool near the bed. "Can you tell me a story?" She asked as she curled around her carbuncle. It was warm enough that the shirt and diaper were plenty comfortable for the evening. Once upon a time… Admittedly, the contents of the story didn't really matter. Sesena just wanted to hear the stories that led her to adventure in the first place. She wanted someone else to do the telling, and the adventuring. She wanted to be safe away from the marathons and God slaying, tucked around her stuffie. And more than anything. She was asleep before he even truly began. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Faded Shine stretched out her back as she left the company workshop. She'd been tinkering with the exploratory airship. The Viera tucked her oil stained gloves into her belt before using her personal armory chest to change into a much more comfortable casual outfit. Her grease covered ears twitched as she became accustomed to the lack of the deafening sound of her forge. She was just about to truly kick back and relax for the evening before she saw the gear she once spent hours making for the tiny tank piled carelessly in a corner. "Sesena…" Faded grumbled. After all, there was only one person in the company that used that size gear. It was careless and irresponsible to leave it out without caring for it! Faded had a reputation amongst the company as the mom friend. A gifted healer in her own right, Faded's was able to create almost anything she needed as long as she had the materials, and was well equipped to get whatever she needed. It was through her market and crafting prowess that the company was even able to afford to buy the lot their house was on. Creating the gear that her friends used to protect themselves when she wasn't there to heal them herself was her way of protecting them from afar. So naturally, the armor and sword potentially damaging the floor was somewhat irritating to her. Of course, if the gear was left like this, it probably meant Sesena was in her room. Faded smiled to herself. It was time to lecture that lalafell about proper maintance! Faded marched down the halls, only to slow as she heard a soft snore coming through a door that hadn't been entirely closed. Of course, Faded thought. Sesena was the most active adventurer of the group, and often the first to answer the call for help. She put so much effort in to every quest that she often forgot to even get under the blankets before she slept. Faded carefully opened the door, planning on tucking the deepest sleeper in the company properly into bed. The lecture could wait until morning. Or so she thought. Faded eyes went wide once she was close enough to see what Sesena was wearing. Was that… Faded thought before the faint scent of ammonia hit her nose. Her irritation at the poor girl vanished. "Oh Sesena Sena Sena," she whispered to herself. The Lalafell remained entwined with the plush carbuncle that was almost bigger than her. Faded was remarkably young for a Viera, only a hundred or so. Still, this wasn't the strangest thing she had ever seen. With more care than she initially planned, Faded picked up Sesena. She froze as Sesena let out a soft whine and started reaching for the plush left of the bed. Faded quietly picked it up and handed it over. Sesena let out a happy hum as she snuggled back into it, and Faded practically died from her inability to verbalize how adorable she found it. She lifted the blankets and set Sesena under them with her prized carbuncle. Without really thinking, Faded carefully squeezed the front of the Lalafell's diaper to confirm what her nose already told her. While tempted, Faded didn't want to intrude on what was clearly a personal thing. For the moment at least. She had already changed into her weaver outfit. The hemwork on that diaper was amateur at best, and she had so many idea for outfits already in mind. Best way to relax from crafting was to craft more after all!

I'm imagining it's a set up for a dark deconstruction of fantasy realms, similar to the Gods and Monsters Superman killing child braniac for being an uncontrollable danger to others. I'm sure the original book saw it as a tear jerking moment that set the tone Also, normally font like isekai, but this is interesting. I like how there's sorts of a war going on between the adult intellect of the past life versus the pure instinct and need driven half thought of his current life. Also, spoiler. But the true villain was clearly truck-kun all along

I'm glad you enjoyed it!

I read it as the demons being the ones that were overly pretentious, what with the "who said were in heaven?" Comment. Still, I'd be fine with this afterlife

A friend of mine challenged me to a Halloween write off! It's short, filled to the brim with typos, and partly inspired by a movie that made me sleep with my head under the blankets for five years! Enjoy ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ The boy slept peacefully under the covers. He didn’t know it, but his mother just tucked him in for the last time. His once beloved race car bed now sat in storage for the next member of his family to need it. The childish cartoon bedsheets were replaced with more mature designs of video game characters instead. My boy was growing up. He was leaving me behind. I already missed him so very, very much. Yet I was stuffed under the bed like a toy soon to be forgotten. I’m not ready for that. I just want him to hold me again. I want to be able to hold him again. I reach out, my hand crawling up the side of the mattress. He tosses a bit, as I move to his arm. He begins to turn as I reach his chest. I can feel his heartbeat pulse as I curl up on his stomach. My hand is not enough though. I need more. I need all of him! I can’t survive off pieces of forgotten dreams! I close my fist, my fingers passing through his belly. I’ve waited long enough. It’s time I have my boy back! I feel him wake as I take what I need to be real again. Then I pull. I yank. I drag him through the BED UNTIL HE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chris woke up screaming, throwing himself out of bed. A loud thud followed by a soft ‘ow’ echoed in the empty apartment. This was the fourth nightmare this week, and the third in a row. All he could ever remember was a deep, aching need and the feeling of being pulled out of himself. Of course, the emerging headache from falling out of bed wasn’t even the worst part. He sat up and winced at the *squelch* from his underwear. He lifted the front of his sweatpants to confirm what he already knew. The blue and white pattern that pretended it wasn’t a glorified diaper was soaked through. Chris hit the back of his head against his mattress. At least the Goodnite held over night. It was surprising enough to find that they were made in his size. It was odd though. He’d walked through the store in a trance yesterday until he stood in front of the ‘protective undergarments’. It was like he was watching someone else put them into his basket. And when he put them on last night. His body moved on muscle memory more than actual thought. Toss daytime underwear into the hamper. Sprinkle powder into the Goodnite. Pull it on, and check to make sure there’s no gap in the legs. Movements well practiced, and long ingrained to the point it was done on auto pilot. Yet, he’d never worn them in his life. He shook his head. The nightmares were just getting to him. Lots of college people still wet the bed, who cared right? Least the mattress wasn’t ruined. Chris brushed the hair out of his eyes, and made his way to the bathroom of his quiet, lonely apartment. A shower was the first thing he always did in the morning, and the need for one had only doubled since he became a bedwetter. Chris never noticed the outline of a hand on his stomach that the water bounced off his. He never noticed as the idea that he was guaranteed to wake up wet took hold. Four nights ago he woke up dry for the last time, and without realizing it, this morning he’d never woken up dry in his life. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My boy had just turned six. I didn’t know it at the time, but this was the last time he would take me to play in the park with him. Oh we had so much fun! We scaled the great mountain that was the jungle gym! We braved the giant slide! We befriended a majestic butterfly that landed on his face! It was a wonderful time! Yet, as we sat in the sand pit, I knew the time was running short. My sweet, innocent boy was squirming back and forth on the verge of a realization. I was busy making sure the palisades of the great sand palace he made were staffed with loyal soldiers, so even I didn’t notice at first. But I felt it when he realized it. “I gotta potty,” he told me as he started to stand. I knew what would happen next. He’d run off. On his way back he’d run into an interloper. Someone to run around and play tag with. Another child a year older that would slowly take over my place in MY boy’s life. “But our castle?” I pleaded “It’s okay, I’ll play more with you when I come back.” My boy told me. That wasn’t true though. He’d never come back to me, not really. No… No, this wasn’t how this was going to play out this time. I wasn’t going to be stuffed under the bed. I reached out and grabbed him. My hand turned to talons as my thumb and pinky wrapped around his waist. My middle talon pet his hair. A part of him wanted to be afraid of me. Why? Can’t he see I’m his friend? I would never hurt my boy. “We don’t need to stop playing,” I told him as the fear was suppressed within him. I pulled him back next to me, through the sandcastle we built. That’s okay. We can build another one. I forced him to sit down. The light in his eyes had gone dull, but that’s okay too. I can shine bright enough for the both of us. “What about the potty?” He asked. I would scowl if I could. Why does he want to leave me so badly? “You don’t need it.” I told him as I began guiding his hands back to the bucket. It was going to be alot of work to rebuild what was once here. “But-” He tried to argue. Keyword is tried. “YOU DON’T NEED IT” I shouted back. The sand beneath him began to darken as he lost control. Good. He needed to understand. He needed, “Me. All you need is ME! DO YOU UNDERSTAND? I’M ALL YOU’LL EVER-” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thunk, “Ow” Another morning, another nightmare, another headache from falling out of bed. Chris spent a moment just lying on the floor, trying to catch his breath. There was something different about the last dream. Something had changed, and he couldn’t tell what. All he really wanted for the nightmares to end. As he began to stand up for his morning routine, he noticed something odd. There, under his bed, was a small stuffed bunny. It was grey and worn, the arms had clearly been restitched, and it had a button replacing one of it’s eyes. “Hops?” He muttered to himself in confusion. Why was a toy from his childhood here? He was just reaching to grab it, when the door opened behind him. He jerked back up to see who it was, only to hit himself on one of the drawers on his nightstand. “Oh sweety, did you roll out of bed again?” A concerned voice asked. An impossible voice. Chris looked up as his mother ran over to check his head for bumps and bruising. “Mom? What are you doing?” He asked. After all, she lived several hours away… Didn’t she? His head began to hurt and he placed a hand against it to help fend off the ache. “What does it look like I’m doing, I’m making sure you’re okay?” She said. Chris didn’t fight her fussing. It was still too early for him to really know what was real or not. He closed his eyes as she inspected him, and only opened them again when he felt her pull down the front of his pajamas. “Aw, you’re soaked too. Poor baby.” He blushed as she helped him up to his feet. Despite being nearly half a foot taller than her, he couldn’t help but feel like a child under her gaze. “Why don’t you go take a shower while I make you some breakfast, sweety.” It was all Chris could do to nod. Once she was satisfied her little man was alright, his mother left him alone in the room. For his part, Chris stumbled his way over to clean off his nightly accident. Once more the echoes of talons left by the water went unnoticed. By the end of his shower, he’d convinced himself it was perfectly normal for his mother to check if he’d wet the bed like that, despite both knowing with complete certainty the answer would be yes. He didn’t even bat an eye at the clothing she left out for him, nor the fact that his boxers had been replaced by yet another goodnite. After all, he’d always needed them, just in case. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I can feel it. How had I not noticed it before. My boy is so much closer to me than he’d been in decades. Soon… soon I’ll never let him go again. The dream, the memory builds to my requirements. He’s four years old. Today would be his last day wearing pull-ups. The chart above his bed had shown sunny skies for the past two weeks. My boy had been excited to go to pre-school, as his parents had been hyping it up for him. He just needed to be potty trained first I know better though. I know how hard of a time he’ll have making friends. I know how lonely he’ll be. The life of solitude this eventually leads him towards. For now we play with blocks. Stacking them high just to knock them down. His smile and laughter is infectious as I encourage him to build bigger and bigger. Distantly, a timer to remind him to go potty rings in the distance. At least, It’s supposed to. This time the sound doesn’t reach him. The reminder never comes. We just continue building and tearing down. It’s sort of funny. The first time around I’d been so helpful in getting him to the potty. I’d been his rock; giving him confidence to talk to other children. Now here I am tearing him down. It’s not until he starts bouncing from leg to leg that his eyes go wide and he realizes what that means. My boy sprints to the door. It would be cute if it wasn’t futile. I’d already locked it. My boy looks back at me and does something I didn’t expect. “W…what are you doing to me?” His voice quaked in fear. “Just let me go, please” I tilt my head in confusion. At least, I think I do. The world turns upside down in my view. Why is my boy so pale though? “What do you mean? Just go in your pull ups, it’s okay.” I tell him. Strangely, it’s not the boy I see in front of me anymore, but the man who would have forgotten me. That’s okay. Soon there won’t be a difference. “S-s-stop this. Please?” He again pleads. Stop what? For once I find I don’t understand. He’s crying now, and I’ll admit the sight breaks my heart. “Shh, shh, it’s okay.” I open a drawer and grab a pacifier he’d long been weaned off of. I shake the dust off it and hold it in front of his mouth. He starts to say something, but it doesn’t matter to me. His attempts to speak cut off by the pacifier entering his mouth, my talons wrapping around his head. I’m not sure how, but we both knew that it wouldn’t come out without my permission. It was working though. Already his frantic heart and held back sobs began to fade as the paci soothed him. “Good baby.” I praised him. After all, I know best for my boy. “What is it you wanted me to stop? I just wanted you to be the happy little boy I remember.” I ran my talon down his face, careful not to scratch. “Pleathe juth le me go” he muttered out from behind the shield of his soother. “Oh, you need to go? I can help.” I can make sure that’s something he never has to worry about again. I walk over to his racecar bed. Hmm, with a single pull, the small side are lifted to a full crib. That should help keep him in bed at least. Now for the real reason I walked over here. “Don’t worry my boy, soon everything will be all right.” I began peeling off the suns, one at a time. Once they were gone, I replaced them at random. A rain cloud here, and thunder bolt there. Soon there wasn’t a dry day to be seen, until the only blank spot left was today. “It will be all over soon,” I told him, as I placed the final thundercloud on today’s date. The result was instant as my boy’s knees buckled under him. Now there was nothing that could take my boy from me ever again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chris yawned, his pacifier falling onto his pillow as he did. The rising was peeking through the black out curtains on the other side of his crib rails. He rubbed his eyes and tried to figure out what woke him. It took him a moment to figure it out, before he noticed his favorite stuffed animal had fallen out during the night. He reached out the bars as far as he could, grunting and straining to stretch out until he had his worn out old bunny in his hand. He sat back down in his crib and hugged the little doll; oblivious to the weight he’d added to the back of his diapers. It was still early after all. He fell back onto his pillow, put his pacifier back into his mouth, and went back to sleep. His mommy would change him eventually, and he had a whole day of playing ahead of him.

Out of curiosity, when is Luna coming to market? She's seems like a useful assistant I need in my life

Hello Everyone! This is way faster than my usual turn around time on a story! This was written for a friend of mine who tries his hardest to be a good little boy a wake up wet. Hopefully this story encourages more soggy mornings. As always, please feel free to point out typos! You know I hate the things with a passion. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ 'If I don't move, no one will notice pants ripped', 'Mr. Jamerson never shuts up, just let us go', 'I wonder who would win between batman and wonder woman', 'sweet sweet fantasy baybe, when I close my eyes, I see ya clearly' When I was younger, I thought the ability to read minds would be awesome. I mean, think about it, you could learn whatever you want from people. You wouldn't have to deal with the half truths, lies, and confusing idioms that people use in day to day life. It would just make things so much easier. And now, as I turn up the music in my sound canceling headphones, I would love nothing more than to tell my younger self just how wrong he was. I'd be like "Klein! You know NOT of what you speak! Enjoy the silence while it lasts, MWAHAHAHAHA" Which, yeah sounds over dramatic. But at least I would find it funny. Sadly, time travel isn't possible... probably. I probably would have said the same thing about reading minds a few weeks ago. 'God, that dress makes her boobs look big', 'Is John staring at my boobs? Maybe if I lean forward a bit' I stop and try not to blush as I passed the campus cafe. Sure enough, some students I don't know were obviously ogling each other. God, those were the worst. Not just that, but such thoughts never came alone. It was like merely hearing one lewd thought keyed me in to every lewd thought around. Unfortunately, my stomach demanded I brave the cafe for some lunch. I braced myself for what was undoubtedly a flood of imagery and thoughts that would make a nun faint. I took a deep breath, put some thrash metal on, and made my way to the line. Sadly, my expectations were matched. Every other group I passed had one 'that dude must be huge' or 'I would literally let her step on me' or whatever, often with an accompanying visual. None of this was unusual. Just because I was twenty-two without ever having a real partner didn't mean I was jealous or anything. Baka. The only only solice I had was that at least the food was decent. Freshly wrapped double stuffed burrito in hand, I began the agonizingly long line for the check out. This was, undoubtedly, my first mistake. I'd been so busy ignoring all the usual nonsense people around me were thinking that I was caught off guard by someone explicitly thinking about me. By name. 'I wish I could go talk to him, Klein would be look so adorable in a diaper.' With it came a image of my self. My short black hair with bangs parted to show my eyes more than normal. My oversized hoodie just barely failing to cover what looked like an oversized diaper meant for babies. I was sitting on the floor with my legs crossed looking admiringly at someone above me; and I could feel the love and desire the thought carried behind it. I started reaching up at the mystery person, and... Nearly tripped over my own feet. I scrambled to catch my burrito before it fell to the ground and only barely managed to do so. A few people around me chuckled, but despite trying, I couldn't tell who had the thought. I thought about actively trying to reach out, to do more than just try and float through the river of thoughts. But... no it wasn't worth it. Besides, what was I even thinking? Why would I actively look for someone that wanted to dress me up like an infant. It was absurd. Ridiculous. I moved through the line on autopilot, and it wasn't until I reached the check out line that I realized I had been ignoring a surprisingly strong urge to use the restroom. By reflex, I started relaxing. After all i was wearing... A... ... I instantly tensed up, and the moment my burrito was paid for I practically ran back to my dorm (thankfully a single). Never have i been more thankful for dark coloured pants. I set my burrito on the desk and began inspecting the damage. Thankfully, nothing was noticable, but there was very much a wet spot. My underwear was almost entirely ruined though. With no small amount of disgust I peeled them off and tossed both into the hamper. I grabbed one of my towels, and tossed it on my chair to not ruin it as I ate. I'd gotten lost in other people's thoughts before, especially if they were actively thinking about me, but never so much like what had just happened. Fortunately, something about the boundary of the four walls helped keep other people's thoughts out as I sorted out my own. Which was absolutely great, cause I was confused as heck. Though honestly, the emotions behind the thoughts confused me so much more than the diapers did. Not my thing, but people like what they like. But why me? I'm plain, I don't speak out much in classes, I intentionally wear clothing that doesn't stand out specifically to avoid getting drawn in like that. Why would someone like me like that? Cause that was way more than just momentary attraction I felt. I sighed and threw out the wrapper for the burrito. There was about two hours until my next class, which meant more than enough time to take a shower, and put this entire mess out of mind. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ A week. An entire week of hearing the mystery person's thoughts about me, and I can't get them out of my head. They're different every time. Sometimes I'm just lying across their leg while we watch something or other on tv, sometimes I'm being watched sleeping through crib bars, sometimes they're checking my diaper a bit too intently. I'm embarrassed to admit how much I enjoyed that fantasy. Still, after each one I have to remind myself that I'm not wearing a diaper, or I catch myself moments away from sucking on my thumb. I've at least narrowed it down to one of two classes, barring random occurrences whenever mystery person is nearby. I found myself looking forward to those classes. Not because I enjoy seeing myself as an overgrown baby, but the love and affection? I was a man leaving a dessert to find an endless downpour. Which is how I came to be holding the package resting in my hands. I had done some research online, and was shocked to discover a whole new world of people who enjoyed this sort of thing. Even more surprised to stumble upon the exact brand of diaper that my secret admirer envisioned me wearing. It was only a sample pack. Mostly because I didnt want to dive into buying a whole package of the things simply because catching someone thinking about me in them was hot as all heck. That, and they were expensive. With great care, and only slight tremors, I opened the small pack and pulled it out. It was something called a Little Prince. Admittedly, it was sort of cute. The design was weirdly nostalgic. Softer than I expected too. I suppose I could see why people like these. I looked at the clock. My class on American Politics started in half an hour. It was a huge lecture hall that fit almost two hundred students. More importantly, it was one of the classes where I often got pulled into the fantasies about me. Most days I held this class in a mix of dread and excitement. I squeezed the diaper in my hand. Strange, all I felt today was excitement. ◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ I pulled out my tablet and its attachable keyboard for the sad little plank of wood the collage called a desk. My headphones continued playing as long as I was allowed to keep them on to block out the ever present stray thoughts of increasing population in the room. Besides, they weren't the person I was waiting to hear. Eventually class started, and my headphones were replaced with ear plugs. Fortunately, with most people all focusing on the same thing, those were enough for something like this. If the professor tried to call on me, that much focus would let me hear him think the questions more than say them. Of course, it was a two hour long lecture, and eventually thoughts would begin to drift. It was silly, but I was really hoping that a certain someone would begin to think of me, if for nothing else than to escape the ongoing monologue about the southern strategy or whatever. Yet by the time an hour had passed, there was still no sign of some thinking about me. Which normally was a good thing, but... I started biting my lip. I had an idea. Theoretically, I could project a thought out. I'd done it once or twice, but if I wanted to be specific I needed to know the person. I'd only ever tried it with one person, and I hadn't seen her since last summer. Maybe, maybe I didn't need to know their name. I closed my eyes and thought about the feelings that came with the thoughts. The love, the desire, the soft care, the underlying lust. I focused on those, and let out a thought. I didn't plan the words, I didn't think too hard on them; I just let instinct take over. 'Daddy, I hadda accident,' Daddy? I felt my face go red. I hadn't really considered the person thinking of me was another guy, but... it felt right. 'Aw, is my little Klein a wet baby' the classroom around me melted away as my lecture hall desk became a high chair. I was too afraid to speak, at the risk of breaking the connection I made, so I nodded. I still couldn't make out the details on the mystery man. I did feel him ruffle my hair affectionately. Unconsciously, I leaned into the sensation. 'Good boy.' Another hand reached beneath the tray. I had to stop myself from making a noise as he squeezed the front of my diaper. 'You're soaked too.' He began to rub me though the diaper, and I had to bite my lips to keep from moaning in both the world of thought, and in the real world. 'Good little boys use their diapers. You're a very good little boy aren't you?' Daddy asked. Again, all I could do was nod. 'Aw, is my little Klein too shy to talk? Say it for daddy, what are you?' His hand started moving faster, and what resistance I was putting up vanished. 'I'm a good little boy', I managed to say in the world in our heads. 'Why are you a good little boy?' Daddy asked, his hand moving faster now. 'Because I have accidents?' I said, wanting, craving daddy's approval, and praying he wouldn't stop. 'That's right. Now just sit there while Daddy helps you have a different kind of accident.' He began to practically kneed my diaper. The squish of the padding, the movement of his hand, and the sheer bliss of his approval saw me finish almost instantly as my body spasmed as much as it could while stuck in this stupid highchair. 'Good boy' he said as he grabbed a baby wipe to clean off his hands. 'If only you were into this in real life.' He whispered. The connection began to fade. No... no, I couldn't let that happen! Not after that! 'Daddy wait!' I thought out as hard as I could. I could feel our connection stabilize, thought it was still weaker than it was. 'Come to my dorm! Redwood 3S. Eight tonight!' He looked confused and the connection finally broke. I jerked awake to see the lecturer still going on about 1960's politics. I didn't see anyone looking at me, so hopefully that meant I kept all of that in my head. There was a faint, damp sensation that wasn't there before though. Cautiously, in an attempt to be as subtle as I could, I reached between my legs and squeeze. I sighed as a content smile spread across my face. After all, good little boys have accidents. The sodden diaper between my legs was a good thing. I was worried wearing it today, but now those worries felt ridiculous. If I didn't have my diaper on, it would have just gone on the floor. The possiblity of not having an accident at all was the furthest thing possible from my mind. When the class ended, I was on such a high, that I didn't even need my headphones to ignore the thoughts around me. All it seems I needed was Daddy's approval, and a wet diaper. ♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤ Three hours and several more accidents later, I was finally back in my dorm after the high of expierencing Daddy's day dream. My pants had been tossed on the floor and I was... well, inspecting my diaper was the wrong word. Admiring. I was admiring my diaper. The once yellow line had turned entirely blue. I tried to remember when my other accidents were, but for the life of me I couldn't even guess when or where it happened. Just an ever present sense of warmth. 'Good little boys use their diapers' A dopey smile spread across my face. No, I really couldn't muster the slightest bit of concern for when or where I had wet me myself again. Instead I sat at my desk and opened my laptop. The heavy squish of my diaper should have filled me with disgust. Two weeks ago I probably would have been. Now the sensation just made me think of Daddy. I went straight to the website I'd gotten these samples of. Fortunately it seemed they were in stock, so without hesitation I added a full case to my cart. Just as I was about to enter my information, there was a knock at the door. I froze and looked at the clock. 7:30. It was too early for Daddy to come, wasn't it? I looked down at the sodden diaper on my waist and realized there was absolutely no time to hid it properly. "One sec!" I called out, and quickly closed the lid on my laptop. I then grabbed my blanket and tied it around my waste to hide the diaper. As long as I was careful, it should be fine. I opened the door enough to see through, expecting one of the house managers. Instead was a taller man. Had almost an entire foot on me, and while not super built, still had obvious muscle on his arms. "May I come in?" I quickly looked around my room. There weren't any signs I had diapered myself, and the window was open so there shouldn't be any smell. "Sure," I opened the door the rest of the way and sat down on the bed. Was, was this him? He stood in the middle of my, admittedly small, dorm. I really didn't have much in the way of posters hanging up. Most of what was in here was my laptop, a few school books, and laundry. The man sat down in my computer chair. "Who are you?" I asked, trying my hardest not to think too loudly at him. "Theo," the man said. He rubbed the back of his neck. It must be a nervous tick of some sort. "And you're Klein, right?" I nodded. "Right, right. So, this is going to sound weird, but I had a daydream that told me to come here. It included your dorm room which I didn't know so, I was confused, and I'm actually really surprised that it was true." The tension I'd been holding at having a potential stranger in my room vanished. After all, this wasn't a stranger. This was Daddy. He just didn't realize how completely I was wrapped around his finger yet. "It's not weird." I told him. "What do you mean?" He asked, he seemed to be inspecting my more closely than he had before. I could feel the quick rie holding up my blanket begin to fail, but I wasn't concerned. "This part might seem weird but, I'm psychic. I can hear people's thoughts, if they're deliberately thinking about something." I could tell by his face that he didn't believe me. I quickly continued explaining. I was so close to having what he only daydreamed about. I just needed to prove it. "Look, I'll prove it, start thinking of a pop song." I told him. He rolled his eyes, and I could hear the debate inside his head about if he should just leave or not. Finally he smirked, as I started hearing the worst possible song choice he could have picked. 'Baby shark, do doo doodoot' "Baby Shark, and please stop thinking that. Took me ages to get it out of my head. I swear, when one person thinks it, everyone does." The campus radio played it in the cafeteria as a joke once. Worst month of my life. "Okay," Theo started, seemingly more on guard, "say I believe you. What does that have to do with my daydream?" He asked cautiously. I swallowed on nothing, this was a make or break moment. "You mean the ones where I'm your baby, and you're my Daddy?" I asked hesitantly, I could barely meet his face as I did. I could feel his eyes go wide when I said it thought. I pressed on, focusing on the growing excitement inside of Theo over his fear of having been caught. "When someone thinks about me, I get pulled in. Especially when the emotions behind it are as intense as your crush." This time we both went red. Him for being called out, and me for not quite understanding why he even felt that way about me. "The first time scared me a bit, but I've really enjoyed it. Especially today." That last part was muttered out, but clearly he heard. "Just, before I say anything else, why me? I'm just boring little Klein." In no ones world was I a catch, so what did Daddy... what did Theo see in me. "That's, a lot to take in," I heard him sniff the air and watched his eyes glance down at the diaper that was still barely hidden by the blanket. "I believe you about being psychic. I've had a few classes with you, and you've always seemed sad. You were quiet, and you're cute. I never saw you with people, so I just wanted to come scoop you up." He started rubbing the back if his neck again. Definitely a nervous tick. "You aren't... grossed out, or scared off by it? The daydreams?" I giggled. The fact that Daddy was the nervous one was funny to me. "At first. Especially after you made me have an accident in line for for food." Rising gides of second hand embarrassment and arousal surged within him. "Then indid some research. Beyond that, I... i could feel your care, and affection in each one. Admittedly," I bit my lip as I felt my own rising arousal press against my diaper, "sometimes it's easy to get a bit lost in there. After, all, good little boys use their diapers, right?" I asked shyly. I didn't need to be psychic to notice how interested Theo instantly became. "Klein," he stood up from the chair and sat next to me on the bed, "are you a good little boy?" He asked hesitantly. He was just as worried as I was that speaking the words out loud would change them. Make them pop like the dreams that they came from. So rather than use my words, I lifted off the blanket. I heard him inhale as he saw that I was wearing the same diaper from his earlier fantasy. "I hadda accident, Daddy." I said meekly. He reached down to squeeze it. Unlike before, there was nothing the soft moan as I pushed my diaper into his hand. Daddy smiled. "Good Baby," he said. His other hand reached around to my backside. I could hear it in his thoughts before he asked, "but is that the only sort of accident my baby has?" He was wondering how far I would go for him. Honestly, one look inside his mind, and i was gone. I could see our future in there. I could see him laying me down on the floor to change me. I could see him tucking me into bed in a crib built just for me. I could see a collection of bottle and pacifiers near the bed as I was sucking on something completely different. I could see him praising me for squatting down in the middle of a store and filling my diaper. I could see us dancing during our wedding, while he quietly teased me for being unable to hold it through the ceremony. In his eyes, I could see a life of happiness and love, for as long as I was his Baby, and he was my Daddy. There was only one thing I needed to do to prove I was willing to be his baby. I leaned forward, and pushed. My body resisted at first, but it gave in as a weight began to spread out. I messed myself for the first time in twenty years in his arms, and at Daddy's words I would never do it anywhere else again. I smiled once I finished. I didn't have to say anything as Daddy pulled me close. "What a good little boy." He whispered. As long as Daddy was around, there was nothing I could be but a good little boy. I wouldn't have it any other way.

I have a fever, and the only cure is the final chapter of this short little tale! Thank you for the people that have read, commented, and pointed out my many, many typos. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ Chapter 4 Alexander found himself nervous. It was a fair response to the day's events. It was only occurring to him now that he'd removed his armor just how vulnerable he was here. The Hero he had worshiped, and, in some ways, modeled his life after had nearly killed him completely by accident. It was a fact he only just processed after having time alone. Now on the other side of the door in front of him was a little girl with seemingly poor emotional control, and, if he was his theory was correct, more power then he could ever comprehend. And yet, right now his Hero was... away. As far as Alexander could tell, Joseph was going to be 'away' for a while. He spent a year unknowingly trying to find this place, and it was dawning on him that he would leave empty handed. All he had was a little girl that couldn't leave. A little girl that once carried the weight of the world on her shoulders. A little girl convinced that if she wasn't perfect the world would end. A little girl whose heart and soul had been broken. Alexander couldn't stand the sound of crying children. He was terrible with kids. He never knew how to interact with them, or even what it was like to be one. He grew up on stories of love and adventure, and spent his childhood preparing for his own adventures. Looking back now, he almost regrets that. It would be incredibly helpful now. The spirit here takes care of its residents. Heals their wounds, fills their needs, and cares for them. Some wounds it can only heal, some needs it can only provide temporary relief from. Alexander finally realized he was here. He closed his eyes as the warm breeze of the spirit danced around his legs. He was still getting used to the outfit it gave him, but he didn't need to be an adventurer right now. Joeseph never needed an adventurer to find him. Fina, however, needed a friend. "Fina?" Alex called through the door. "Can I tell you a story? I can stay out here if it helps." He held his breath. Fina had been quiet for a while now. He was realizing that didn't mean much with her outbursts and tantrums though. Eventually, after nearly a minute, he heard a soft "kay" float through the door. He let out the breath he was holding and smiled. Good, he thought, there was still a chance to reach her. "About seven years ago, right when I first started adventuring, I took a job in the eastern swamp. It was a horrid slog, and I honestly never want to go back there. But there was a Star Bear that had fallen to the ground. It was allegedly a small one so the rating on the bounty was lower than it should have been. It didn't take long to track down. The trail of destruction it left behind was obvious. However, when I found it, the bear towered over me. It was far greater than I was expecting. I was over-confident though, and was quickly overwhelmed. I would have died that day. As I am here with you, I'm sure you realize that I did not. I was cornered, injured, and disarmed. Before the Star Bear could finish me off though, a great mystic missile slammed into it. From out of the bush came a face I had only seen in paintings and stories, yet I knew it well. Joseph the Star Killer himself arrived to save me. Before I could even blink, his sword was moving and his spells were flying. Almost instantly the Star Bear dispersed, and without a word, Joseph cast a healing spell to mend my wounds. I was barely able to say thank you, before he was off. One of the reasons I set out on my quest to find him, was to say that properly. To thank him for saving my life." When Alexander finished his story, he stopped talking in an attempt to listen to Fina on the other side of the door. When no sound came out from behind the door, he steeled himself, and continued speaking from his heart. "I admit, I don't entirely understand your situation Fina, but I can emphasize. I know you didn't understand why I wanted to apologize to Joseph earlier; but I still want to tell him I'm sorry. Not for angering him, but for asking more of him then he had to give." There was no sound from the other side of the door, until Alexander heard quiet footsteps walking to the door. He waited to see what she would do. Soft, hesitant words came through in response, "would... would you like to tell him?" To Alexander, her voice sounded fragile and unsure. Just yesterday, he would have jumped at any chance to speak with the man known as the Greatest Hero the world had ever seen. But that was just a title, and simply one amongst hundreds. Alexander was quickly realizing the pressures caused by such things. "If that's what he wants, then I can tell him directly. But Fina," Alexander stepped back from the door, the warmth of the spirit encouraging him to speak, "I don't need to tell him that do I? Honestly, all I want to do is understand, and to let you know that no matter who comes out this door, I'll still be here, and I'll still be willing to just be their friend. You don't have to be perfect, no matter who you are." Alexander had no more words to say at that point. Another guest of wind from the Spirits blew past him and through the door. He could hear quiet whispering behind the door, though the words couldn't reach him. All he could do was stand there and wait. Which given his current outfit, felt incredibly silly. He didn't know who to expect walking though that door, but he would be rather embarrassed if Joseph saw him like this. Any pondering had to wait as the door began to slowly open. Alexander went completely still as he waited to see who would walk out. It wasn't much if a wait as Fina slowly walked out clutching the star bear doll, sucking on her pacifier, and staring at the ground. "Is it really okay to be Fina?" She asked around the pacifier. She continued looking to the ground, even as she wanted nothing more than the approval of someone that had seen Joseph as such an inspiration. She had always seemed small to Alexander, but at the moment she seemed to have done everything she could short of digging into the ground to escape from view. Of course, if she didn't look at him, it would really defeat the point of what he asked of the spirit. Alexander walked towards the girl. "Fina," he said as he approached, "it's okay. While I wouldn't mind learning more, you can be whoever you want to be." Fina finally looked up at him, and her eyes went wide. She didn't notice as her mouth fell open and her pacifier fell away. "Now, I believe we were having a tea party?" Fine snorted, and then chuckled, and then broke into all out laughter as the absurdity of Alexander's outfit broke through what remained of the tear stains on her face. "What are you wearing?" She somehow managed to say between each laugh. "What, I think I pull it off quite well." Alexander declared, posing quite like the upper class students at his old academy would. He was, of course, wearing the finest fashion the cavern could provide for its residents. Though seeing as there was only one resident, that left his options rather limited. Alexander had was and had always been a rather thin man. A fact that was plainly obvious without his armor on. It was for this reason he was able to wear one of Fina's dresses. Though admittedly, it looked more like a baggy shirt on him. It was a light blue dress with thin white swirls that gave the illusion of snow falling from the sky. It also did nothing to hide the fact that much like Fina, Alexander was wearing a diaper. It had been folded exceptionally well, and fit him far better than the dress did. Honestly, if he wasn't moving around so much, it would almost be comfortable. Alexander let Fina have her laugh. That was, after all, the point of this outfit. After a while, she got got the it all out of her system, though she kept giggling everytime she looked back at him. "Thank you," she said once able to talk again. For once, she seemed to have a real smile on her face. No mischief, or childish wordplay involved. Alexander decided then that he couldn't take that smile away from her. "So, I don't know about you, but I am ready for some actual food. I'm guessing it's around dinner time anyway." The last substantial thing Alexander had eaten was breakfast that morning. Despite the caverns lights and the strange ceiling that shows the world above; the ongoing snow storm made it hard to tell just how long he had been there. "Spirit? Could you..." before Fina could even finish asking, the fires on the ranges began burning as spices floated out of cabinets. Fina smiled as the spirit began handling everything. "So," she started, bouncing back and force on the balls of her feet, "I'm, guessing you have a few questions." She absentmindedly played with the hem of her skirt, unable to really stay still in the presence of someone who was accepting her as she was. "A few," Alexander admitted. "Spirit, could we have a place to sit down?" The living area was currently empty outside of the kitchen area, and he didn't want to sit in and around the flying food stuffs. A rush of warm air flew past his eyes, forcing them closed for a second. By the time he opened them, the playpen that he had seen during his first arrival had been set back up. The floor of within the pen was covered with a soft foam mat, and it was also filled with pillows and other stuffed toys. "I was hoping for a chair." Alexander muttered as Fina happily walked through an open gate. Still, it looked comfortable enough, and it wasn't like he had to impress anyone by pretending he wasn't somewhat curious about why Fina enjoyed this treatment so much. He stepped into the pen, and felt more than saw the spirit close the gate behind him. Fina jumped into the pile of stuffed creatures with a cheer. Alexander was a bit more reserved as he adjusted some of the pillows to make a comfortable chair on the ground. He found it a bit awkward to sit with the diaper on at first, but if pressed would like admit it wasn't uncomfortable. "So, what would you like to know?" Fina asked from her makeshift bed of animals. "How did this," Alexander gestured to the animals, the dresses, Fina herself, "happen?" Fina giggled, "you just pointed to all of me." She rolled off of the pile to sit up to better talk. "Well, in that case, I suppose I can start from the beginning." Alexander settled in to get comfortable, he had a feeling this would take a while. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ I first discovered this place shortly after I left home. Kindling was still getting built, and they had a yeti problem. I came in, fought the yeti, and got caught in a snowstorm. I was injured and hadn't quite mastered the healing artes yet. I stumbled into here by accident, and met the spirit. At the time, I asked for a place to rest, mostly because it's always good manners to ask nicely when it comes to spirits. I'm sure you can imagine my surprise when a brand new room carved itself into existence. Inside was a simple bed, some tools for minor repairs to my armor, and a soft pink dress with sunflower yellow trim. At first I set it aside, confused by its existence more than anything. My curiousity got the better of me as I was sewing some tears in my shirt and changed into it. A mirror appeared in the room without my notice, and my first thought was that I looked like one of my sisters. My second was that I looked nice. I kept the dress on as I fixed my clothing, and eventually left it behind when I went back to the world. Every now and then, when I needed a break, I'd come back here. At first I'd find an excuse to put the dress on, and I'd wear it longer and longer each time. Then the excuses turned to fantasies. I'd pretend I was some adventurer's wife repairing my husband's gear. That I wasn't the person that everyone looked to for help. I wasn't The Savior of the Southern Alliance. I could just be Josefina, the noble's wife or even just a commoner. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ "Josefina?" Alexander asked, interrupting the tale. Fina blushed and looked away, lifting one if the stuffed animals up to hide her reddened cheeks. Alexander couldn't help but laugh. This girl could proudly exclaim she needed diapers and got flustered by a name. "Well," she lowered the stuffed toy slightly, "it was a pretty name, and if fit at the time. I... if I ever left, I'd want to do it as her." She began to fidget in place. It was hard, admitting that out loud. "I think it's a wonderful name, Fina." Alexander said. "Maybe one day, when you're ready, you'll grow into it." He hoped she understood he wasn't trying to pressure her about doing such. "Maybe," she said sadly. Alexander was about to attempt to back peddle before Fina continued, "but that was just how it started. There's still a lot of story to go through." Alexander let out a sigh of relief as it seemed story time would continue despite the brief interruption. He was also beginning to realize that in his haste to comfort Fina earlier, he'd forgotten to ask for something. It was too late, unfortunately, as Fina began to continue her tale. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ It would be another few years before Josefina would become just Fina. While here, I enjoyed the Spirits' help but I didn't rely on them until much later. At first it was enough to just shed my armor and be someone else. Then... Then Drysdale happened. No, it's okay. It's important. After what I... what Joseph did, I was so angry at myself, and at the world that kept praising me. It was my fault an entire city was wiped off the map. Knowing it could have been worse didn't help. So I did what I always did when I was stressed. I came here. I shed my armor and put on a dress but it wasn't enough. I was... I was rude to the Spirit, and they were never anything but kind. I made absurd requests, I broke the things it brought me. I kicked and screamed. Looking back, it was basically my first tantrum. I was letting out all my anger and I just wanted someone to be as angry at me as I was. I... I had a bad childhood, and I was harshly punished anytime I wasn't perfect. What I thought I wanted more than anything was that punishment. So, since nothing else worked, I did the one thing that never failed to get me punished as a young child. I wet myself. The spirit stopped its efforts to clean the mess I had made if the cavern. I could tell it was looking at me, almost through me. For the first time, I was afraid of what it was going to do to me. The spirits enveloped me, surrounded me in its warmth. My anger began to turn to regret. I was terrified that it was this was the final straw, that this was going to be what it throws ms out for. Then, then I heard their voice for the first time. "It's okay, child," the spirit said, "everyone throws tantrums. Everyone has accidents." Hearing their voice, their words, it turned a switch in me. My anger turned to grief as I finally let my self cry over everything I had lost. I think I cried for nearly an hour. I sat in their arms until I had exhausted myself. They carried me over to a bath, and I was too tires to protest as they removed my dress and cleaned me. That was the most relaxed I had ever felt. I had to go back into the world after that, but my trips back here became more frequent. The spirit began paying more and more attention to me while I was here. Preparing food before I asked, helping me tend to injuries, helping me bathe; It was treating me like a child, and obviously, I enjoyed it. My second accident came after another bad fight. A city left half destroyed because I made a mistake. When I got back here, I just wanted to be held again; to be cared for again. I pretended like I hadn't noticed at first, and asked the spirit for help. They held me again, carried me to the bath again. From then on the spirit was even more attentive to me. I'd feel them check on me when I was cleaning my self. Stuffed animals began to appear in the bedrooms they made for me. Every now and then the spirit would tug on my dress to remind me to use the potty. By the time I realized why, I had grown addicted to the treatment. While the spirit never stopped me from leaving, in their eyes I was a young child now, and I came to love the treatment. I'd tell the spirit stories of my adventures using the toys as props, I'd intentionally spill my drinks so it would fuss over me, sometimes I would only use the potty when the Spirit reminded me to. It was the young childhood I never had and... Hey, are you paying attention? ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ "Of course I am!" Alexander declared. Fina was mock scowling at him. His leg wouldn't stop bouncing and he was fidgeting more than she normally was. "It's just.." his face grew red as whatever else he said turned into a mumble. Fina's scowl quickly turned into the catlike smile she had earlier. "I'm sorry, I missed that last part." "I said I just... I need to use the potty still." This time, it was Alexander unable to meet her eyes. Fina began to laugh, which only served to further turn him into a tomato, "It's your fault for mentioning all your accidents." He countered, which just served to make her laugh even more. "Sorry Alex," she barely managed to get out through her laughter, "no potty while in diapies!" She rhymed in a sing-song voice. Alexander grabbed another pillow and set in on his lap so Fina couldn't see his diaper. "Just, continue the story," he grumbled out. Of course, that only made Fina laugh more. Still, as the little girl started her story again, he tried to relax. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Well, you can see where I was going anyway. The spirits here were the mother I never had. It was nice, having a place to go where I wasn't expected to do anything: to be anything. Then the Fell Star came. I don't need to tell you of the devastation it brought with it. You're an adventurer, you probably had your hands full. The details of stopping are a tale spun into myth as it was happening. There's probably at least fifty different ways people think that Joseph stopped it and saved the world. All of them are wrong. The creature that made up the fell star wasn't a mindless monster, or an expirement gone wrong, or a vengeful deity or what ever it is people are saying this month. The Fell Star was a little boy from a far off world. He was meant to carry their hopes and dreams across the stars, finding new life and then carrying their hopes and dreams, until all the wonders of the universe were within him. Ultimately though, he found one dead and dying world after another. All he was ever able to learn was sadness and pain. It twisted him, and all he wanted was to save people from their misery. In the end; it wasn't Joseph the Hero that slew him, it wasn't Josefina the Lady that mended him, it was Fina, the little girl that just wanted a chance to be happy that reached him. All the little boy wanted was a hug, and someone to tell him it was okay. Afterwards, he was gone and I looked like this. I can will myself to look like Joseph did, and I can will myself to look like what I wanted to look like as Josefina. I always return to this when I'm sleeping though. Not just that, but the energy the boy carried had to go somewhere. Some of it became the great beacon that lit the sky for three nights. Most of it went into me though. As Fina, with the spirit caring for me, I can keep it dormant most of the time. When I'm an adult though, it's hard. There is so much to focus on, I can only manage it for a few hours before it becomes too much. That's how I hurt you earlier, which I'm very, very sorry about. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Fina was currently petting one of her stuffed animals in an attempt to distract herself from the story she just told. "So that's why I can't come with you. It's my final responsibility. The best way to save the world, is to have everything I ever wanted." Alexander sat pensively, his hands resting on his lap pillow. "Thank you for telling me," he said once it was clear that she was done. "If it helps, I'll make sure no one else comes looking for you unless you want them too." It was the least he could offer. "Thank you," Fina said, "maybe one day I'll be able to control it, be able to grow up again. Until then, I genuinely am happy like this. So please don't act like this is a tragedy." "Right," Alexander replied. He honestly believed that she was. Even just in the playpen alone, she was smiling as she acted out everything using each and every toy she could grab. She saved the world, and continues to do so every day. He refused to be the end of her second childhood. "Still, any words you want to tell the world? Not as some great hero solving problems, but as a little girl reaching out? It's okay if you don't." Fina stared upward as she considered the offer, and after almost an entire minute of waiting; said words that would live on for eons. Alexander committed them to memory, and promised that the world would hear them. As soon as she finished, a bell rang through the air. Both denizens of the playpen looked out from their own little world together, and towards the dinner table. It seemed that the spirit had finished cooking for them. The gate keeping them not quite trapped in was opened. Fina quickly jumped up from the floor and practically ran to the table. "Oh wait," Fina stopped just before she reached the table. From her face, Alexander knew he was going to regret her next words, "didn't you need to use the potty Alex?" The not so little boy in the dress mumbled something that almost sounded like "no" which certainly sent Fina in to a brand new fit of laughter. Alex couldn't help but returning to his shade of red he wore earlier. As the boy waddled to the table, he felt a warm breath pass near his ear. He only heard two words, but they were enough; "Thank You." Alex smiled, and ran to sit next to his friend. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ "Be kind to one another, and don't be afraid to be who you are inside. And sometimes, all you need is someone to tell you 'everything will be okay'". Alexander wrote the words into his journal. In the morning he would leave Kindling. He would bring word back that would likely be the last words of a legend. It wasn't what he set out for, but he was glad with what he found. And if his pack had one more dress in it than he came with, then so be it. An End