Kermit

Thank you very much! I appreciate it! Matthew lives alone with his father. Mother is currently out of the picture (whether she's alive or not is mostly irrelevant to the current story). Thanks! I'm going to have a chapter up within a week.

The bump of the legendary 12 hour wait.

Courtesy 12 hour bump

And you don't have any lingering pee or diaper smell that clings on to you? I get paranoid from the plastic scent that hangs out to surfaces. Like I said, I don't wear very often.

Thanks, I appreciate it! I think I might alternate between the two, but there's for sure going to be plastic pants!

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My diaper is so thick, penguins say they waddle like me.

Chapter 2 - I wake up to the sound of drills and hammers. It's not an uncommon sound around the house because dad enjoys woodwork and decorating the house when he has the chance. I wonder what kind of big project has him up early on a weekend because he's works hard during the week and enjoys his leisure time. I can see morning light spilling in from the window and when I glance at my alarm clock on the nightstand by my bed, I can see that it's only 9 AM. On the one hand, I want to sleep the day away to avoid the talk with my father. I hope that he let the issue slide and he understands that I wasn't a part of that. On the other hand, I also want to get the inevitable talk with him over with. I weigh my options and I decide that it would be better to rip the band-aid off now rather than later. Also, I'm hungry and I want breakfast. I step out of my bed and stretch my arms overhead. Afterwards, I make my bed and leave my room to take care of my morning routine. I take care of my business before I brush my teeth. Since my hair is so short, I don't really have to worry about brushing it or styling it. My facial hair doesn't seem to be unruly, so I leave it as it is. That about wraps up what I do in the bathroom in the morning. I exit the bathroom and walk to the kitchen. I get myself a bowl of Captain Crunch and I eat it at the kitchen table. "Oh, you're awake." My father says as he walks into the kitchen. He is drenched from head to toe in sweat, which he uses a cloth rag to dab. He smells of a mix of wood and aftershave. "Good morning," I say after I swallow my spoonful of crunchy, delicious sugar. He washes his hands at the sink and he joins me at the kitchen table with his usual mug of coffee and buttered toast. He takes a bite of his toast and takes a sip of his coffee and I look at him in anticipation. It feels as if he isn't going to bring up the letter from last night and I'm off the hook because he doesn't look angry like he did last night. We continue to eat breakfast without exchanging any other words. I raise my bowl to my lips to slurp the milk out and my father clears his throat to get my attention. I set my bowl down and gaze over towards him. While my vision was obscured by the bowl, he had retrieved the letter and had it opened in his free hand. Damn it. "I was very angry last night when I got this letter. I'm sorry." He says very bluntly as he looks towards me. He glances back at the letter as he continues: "I feel, as your father, I might've let you down in some ways. Perhaps I didn't teach you enough about personal responsibility. Perhaps I didn't teach you enough about being mature. It's very important in this day and age to understand the importance of responsibility. It's part of the foundation to make a person trustworthy and reliable. Employers seek out some of these qualities and I want you to have these when you start working. It's very important to understand the importance of maturity because there's a time for play and there's a time to know when something isn't just innocent fun." "But, we didn't do-" I try to interject because it sounds like he believes that I was involved with the gross vandalism of the school. I don't want to get punished for something that I didn't do, especially if there's a long speech leading up to it. Long speeches can only mean trouble. "Quiet. I'm still talking." I bow my head down and shrink in my seat. "I decided, for your sake, that I will take a reign on your punishment." He holds the letter towards me and gestures at a particular section. I lean forward in my seat and focus my eyes at what he's pointing at. From what I can gleam from the letter, the principal makes a recommendation for boot camp over the summer on top of the week-long suspension, in order to justify not arresting suspected seniors for the damages they've caused to the school! Otherwise, it's on the parents to figure the best plan of action, so that the seniors can still have a chance to graduate and walk across the stage. "While boot camp will definitely teach you all about responsibility and maturity, I do not want you to go to boot camp." Oh, thank God. "Boot camp isn't going to address the urine on the walls and the baby oil on the floor. It's just going to whip you into shape, but not address the core reason why you're sent there in the first place. Instead, I'm going to start you on diaper discipline." "What?" I am baffled. I've never heard of anything like that before, but it doesn't sound like a good time. The hell is diaper discipline? "From now until the end of the Summer, I am going to keep you in diapers. And you are going to be treated like a child who wears diapers." "WHAT?!" I leap up from my seat. He can't possibly be serious. I'm eighteen years-old and I'm going to go to college in the Fall. There's no way I'm going to let him put me back into diapers and treat me like a little kid on top of that! "You can't do that! I'm an adult!" "Sit down." He didn't raise his voice, but the way he delivered his words carried a lot of weight. I give him a scowl and sit back down. "This is not up for debate." He continues speaking with the same level of assurance and adamance tone. "As long as you are living under my roof, this is how it's going to be. You are going to back in diapers and I've already arranged many changes around the house." Fuck, I think I would rather have boot camp.

My diaper is so thick, I can see the screen anywhere I sit in the movie theater.

Hello to whomever decides to click in and check things out. I'm looking to play something that includes the following: 1) My character, Matthew, is experiencing diaper discipline., whether it's something he's curious about; something that your character is curious about; or something that just happens as a result of some impetus. It's a form of discipline that seeks to fix behavioral issues by making the diaper-wearer dependent on somebody else, typically somebody who is enforcing the diaper discipline like a parent or a significant other. This builds trust and allows the diaper wearer to be more vulnerable, while also giving a level of control to the diaper changer who can slowly rectify the problem behavior(s). 2) I'm also looking for Matthew to experience some baby/toddler/kid treatment. It's not enough that he's wearing diapers 24/7 and using them for their intended purpose, so things like a set bed-time, constant diaper checks, and adult-baby furnishings are introduced. Despite being treated like a baby/toddler/kid, he is still an adult, which means that he can still choose to not do something (which is why it's very important to build up that trust with him, so he's comfortable enough to do certain things). For instance, going out into public on the first day of diaper discipline would be something that he would absolutely refuse to do and put up a fight (which he will probably lose, but it will not be good for either side). However, if he's slowly eased into his role and he comes comfortable enough to be around the other person's presence to safeguard him from the prying eyes of others, then he might whine a little bit, but he can otherwise be convinced to go. 3) A little bit of chastity if the other person is his significant other. I wouldn't go this route if it's a parent, though. It's a little weird. Some sexy fun time, too, since he is still technically an adult and has those urges. If he's kept locked up and pent up in his diapers, he might go insane! I don't mind if we play it in here or if we bring it to private. Just let me know a bit about your character, your character's relationship to Matthew, and how you want Matthew's diaper discipline to begin.

I think he meant that if I only peed, I wouldn't have to deal with the cleanup process for poop! Though, yeah, I still think the cleanup process for pee is a bit excessive, too, in my opinion. I don't wear very often, so I have to be thorough when I clean!

Kermit is a fun name. There's a frog and a dog that share the name and it's a name that starts with K that isn't Keenan, Kelsey, Ken or Kate. I don't wear diapers very often in real life. Diapers fit kind of odd on my body and I'm not too much of a fan of the booty bulk or the clean-up process! I'm more interested in roleplay and story-writing. So, in a sense, I'm sort of a DL in real life, but I like to play as AB-leaning characters. I have a slight interest in writing stories, such as the few that I've already posted. I crave the comments and suggestions for those stories, so don't be shy to post something! I also roleplay a bit on F-List!

You betcha! Thanks!

Chapter 5 Food and Snooze Cher took a few steps over to the sink cupboard and opened it up. Aside from the various shampoos, conditioners and soaps that one might expect from a lady's sink cupboard, there was a curious, unlabeled box. She withdrew the box from its place in the cupboard, holding it close to her body as she walked back over the toilet seat. It's placed down and opened up and she goes over the contents. "The first rule," Cher said as she pulled a tub of baby wipes out of the box and a large, plastic sheet. She laid the plastic sheet on a spot on the bathroom room that wasn't covered in water or urine. "You are to always be diapered." She paused. "Except when you're bathing." She figured she had to be specific with Vexx, otherwise he might somehow take things literally and wear his diapers even into the bath. Cher instructed the young man to remove his pants and underpants, move away from the corner and lay down on the plastic sheet. Without a word of protest, he complied with her demands. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of both his pants and underpants and tugged down down his legs. He could feel the sopping material of the clothes against himself and the rapidly cooling urine. There's a moment of disgust as he realized what he had done and a feeling of shame that washed over him. Vexx carefully laid down on the plastic sheet because he wanted to avoid putting too much pressure on his reddened behind. "Oh my word..." Cher gawked at the length of the young man. To say the very least, she was very flustered. Her ex-husband and her son didn't compare too Vexx. She cleared her throat as she regained her bearings. With several baby wipes, the woman cleaned the urine off of Vexx's lower half. It was good luck that his shirt remained dry and clean throughout the ordeal. Her delicate touch started on his outer thigh and gradually worked down in circles. As she worked inwards, she couldn't help but to pay special attention to the young man's shaft and balls. Aside from his package, he seemed more like an overgrown toddler than an adult. "Rule number two; you will be treated like a child. No, a toddler, as long as you have to be in diapers." Cher reached into the box and pulled out the coup de grace. It was a blue, cloth diaper with white dots decorating the entire thing. It wasn't particularly bulky or thick, but it did wonders to keep John in check when he was misbehaving. It was thick enough to remind him that he was diapered, but it was thin enough that he could wear it discretely under his clothes. However, seeing how much Vexx had wet himself, Cher was sure that she had to drive off to town or go online to order some thicker diapers. On the other hand, she could always layer up the cloth and apply plastic pants, but she didn't have those at the moment. "This means that anything I say goes." With his lower half cleaned, she briefly washed her hands at the sink before she knelt beside him to begin the diapering process. With relative ease, Cher hoisted Vexx's legs up into the air by his ankles. A feat that he would normally be amazed at, but his mind was a little fuzzy at the moment. He only wanted this to be over! The cloth diaper was slid into place under his rump and she was careful to lower him gently. Cher kept his knees bent as she set his legs back down. From the box, she pulled out baby powder, which she used to liberally dust his crotch and groin. It seemed like she was serious about Vexx always being diapered. The front of the diaper was pulled up and held against his stomach. She awkwardly positioned his member pointed downward and tucked between his legs. One hand pinned the front in place while her other hand fastened the buttons on the wings of the cloth diaper into place. Finally, a velcro cover hid the buttons from sight and guaranteed that he wouldn't be tampering with his diaper without alerting to her by the sound of the velcro ripping. As she stood, she admired her work and felt great about having someone to take care of again. Vexx was laying there quietly sniffling to himself with his arms crossed over his chest. "And the third rule..." She headed over to the sink and washed her hands once again. She thought about what other rule she could impose on him. He was already going through diaper discipline and he was already being treated as a toddler. "Ah, you are to address me as Mama, Mommy, something along those lines. Otherwise I'm not going to listen to you." She nodded her head in satisfaction. Cher put the diapering supplies back into the box from whence they came and left the box on top of the toilet seat. Instead of ordering him to stand up, she helped him to his feet. Vexx immediately noticed the bulk between his legs. It was unlike any kind of sensation that he's experienced in his life. His legs wobbled a little because he was still trembling as a result of the spanking. She wrapped her arms around him in an embrace until his tears stopped and his sniffles subsided. Then, she slowly guided him towards her kitchen. The mess in the bathroom could be dealt with later, after she put Vexx down for a nap following lunch. With every step, Vexx was reminded of the presence of the diaper between his legs. The infantile garment would normally have been ripped off and incinerated, but in his current state of mind, it was rather comforting. The way that it swaddled him; the way that it hugged his groin; the way that it felt warm... It made him feel secure. Eventually they arrive at the kitchen, where Vexx is sat down at the kitchen table and presented with a sandwich and a cup of water. Fortunately, he managed to feed himself just fine without much incident, aside from the occasional crumbs or condiment smearing on his cheeks. Unfortunately, he managed to get himself wet trying to drink from the glass of water. He held the glass with both hands and bottoms up! He coughed and sputtered and warily looked over at Cher. She just gave him a disapproving shake of her head and used a clean dish rag to wipe his face and chest. She wondered who would abandon a child like this when all he needed was some patience love and guidance? Despite the poor first impression, she felt like there was special between them. "Alright, off to bed with you." "I don't wanna..." He quietly whined, completely out of character from when he first arrived. He was articulated, but the Vexx in front of her seemed a lot more immature. She raised a brow at a him and he quickly hiked his shoulders up. He gave her an apologetic look and quickly moved in place beside her. She led him to a spare bedroom and helped him into the bed. She pulled the blanket over his body and tucked him in to make sure he didn't fall out. It didn't take long for the ex-feared and revered commander of the Infernal Army to doze off.

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Chapter 1 - Prank Gone Wrong It was only supposed to be a few balloons in the hallways here and there around the school. It was only supposed to be a lighthearted senior prank that wouldn't go overboard. It was supposed to be a lighthearted farewell to my underclassmen as I graduated, become a man, and head off to college to experience the rest of my life. I could feel my stomach sink as I listen to the details written in a letter addressed to my father, sent from the principal of the school to all of the seniors. I can tell by his flaring nostrils that he was not very happy and I sink into the wooden chair at the kitchen table. "Urine and graffiti on the walls." He reads off the page and glancing with a fiery rage at me. I avoid his gaze, but I can feel the seething anger emanating from him. "Baby oil all over the second floor." Each bullet point only made his temper grow. "Pulling the fire alarm." Finally, he crumples the stationary and slams it down on to the table. I flinch before I look back at my father, whose face grew remarkably red. He remains silent, but the look on his face implies that he wanted an explanation. I fidget uncomfortably in my seat as I feel myself shrink under the visage of my father. None of this sounds right. We were all together setting up balloons and we all left the school together. Nobody pulled the fire alarm when we left the school... "It wasn't us..." I croak nervously, but truthfully. I open my mouth to explain what the actual senior prank was supposed to be, but my father holds a hand up to my face to silence me and speak. "Who was it, then?" "I don't know..." "Why is the entire senior class being punished?" "I don't know..." I look down to break the oppressive glare my father had with me. A long silence follows as he gathers the letter from school to continue reading off where he left off. On the bright side, there is still a chance that I can still walk across the stage and receive my diploma. Unfortunately, some seniors who received the week-long suspension no longer had that opportunity because they would miss their final exam and accrue too many absent days. "I cannot believe the son I raised would get himself involved in something like this." "But dad, I'm telling you, it wasn't us!" "Were you not at the school last night?" "Well, yes..." I pause. Given the circumstances, it was not difficult to point an accusatory finger at the senior class. They certainly were at the scene of the crime and they don't have an alibi to clear their names. But out of all of the seniors, I have no idea who would pull off a stunt like this. I bow my head and look down because there didn't seem to be any way for my to explain my innocence. "I'm telling the truth." "Go to bed, we'll talk about this tomorrow." I stand up from the kitchen table, trembling. I meekly shuffle off to my bedroom and close the door behind myself. I lean against the door as I exhale a massive sigh. Though, I dread the kind of conversation my father intends to have with me tomorrow. It's a Friday night and I would much rather be on the computer playing games and chatting with friends, but I don't want to upset my father any further. I'm already in my sleepwear and I climb into my bed, draping myself with my covers. I may not know it, but my father was going to make sure I understood my lesson and that I wouldn't have such behaviors in the future. Unbeknownst to me, he was already getting into contact with some old colleagues and friends in preparation for the week-long suspension. "Good night." I hear on the other side of the door. His voice sounds calm and loving, reassuring me that I didn't have a lot to worry about. Oh, how wrong I am. "Good night."

Chapter 4 Spanked and Lapsed Despite his struggling, Cher raised a hand up high. She held her hand up for a moment to build up some tension and swung with momentum and a passion. Her hand struck down against the flesh of his left butt cheek, and the sound resonated throughout the bathroom. SMACK! Redness formed around where her hand came into contact with his buttock and he writhed around in discomfort, shame and pain. He was Vexx Morelli, the feared and revered commander of the Infernal Army! There was no way that a mere mortal human could physically best him, let alone harm him! However, the way that she had him splayed across her lap and the way that his bottom was hurting, there was a case to be made against those claims. "Release me at once!" Vexx exclaimed, as he desperately pushed and smacked his fists against her legs to free himself, but to no avail. SMACK! A second stinging smack came from above, this time upon his right cheek. He winced and could feel the tears that were in his eyes earlier return. He's never experienced this level of shame or pain before. "I-I command you!" His voice trembled and lost the air of self-confidence that he once had. SMACK! SMACK! The spanks to his rear end came as a volley of continuous, unforgiving strikes with very little time for him to brace himself or recover from the previous strike. He felt a lump in his throat as he struggled to hold back his tears and fight Cher off at the same time. Yet, that wasn't the only sensation that he felt. In fact, there were two sensations: one in his bladder and the other in his head. SMACK! SMACK! There was a growing pressure in his bladder and a dizzying pain in his head. It was difficult to concentrate on either of the sensations. In fact, it became harder and harder for Vexx to concentrate at all. It was like a switch went off in his mind and it seemed to be slipping out of his control. For just a brief moment, through all of the pain, he lost consciousness and his eyes were dull and blank. SPANK! However, he was brought back when he felt another smack to his now very red bottom. Even though he was 'back', there was something different about him. Nothing physical, but in his mind. Where there used to be a feared and revered commander, now there was a frightened child. "No more!" He whined, sounding less like a young adult and more like a young child. SMACK! SMACK! He felt the tears freely flowing down his cheeks. He was blubbering and quietly sobbing as he laid limp across her lap and ceased his resistance, a far cry from the fierce, determined struggle that he was putting up up until that point. At this point, the pressure in his bladder was too much for his body to handle. A hot stream of urine quickly gushed out of him, immediately soaking through the pants that he was provided. A dark spot formed across the front of his borrowed pants, the pee trickled down his legs and formed a massive puddle under him. Cher noticed the wetness forming around her feet and wasn't too pleased with these turn of events, but she started to relent on the assault against his bottom through sheer pity. "Then say you're sorry!" SMACK! "I'm sorry!" Vexx managed to say through his sniffles and tears. There was snot running down his face and he was bawling freely now. Never in a millennia would Vexx have expected to cry and apologize in his lifetime. In his previous 'life', he would've much rather died fighting than to give his opponent the satisfaction of seeing him so weak and vulnerable! However, given the circumstances of his mind and body, his stance on that changed. "That's what I thought." Cher said, and pulled her hand up into the air. Instead of smacking his bottom one last time, she rotated her wrist and shook it around because it had been a very long time since she's had to administer a spanking. She brought her hand down to gently rub his tender rear end to help soothe a bit of the pain. She let him cry for a few minutes while she reflected. As she gazed down at his form, the woman felt something that tugged at her heart-strings. Was this what Empty Nest Syndrome felt like? It had been years since her son left home and she was doing particularly well for herself, but the sudden appearance of Vexx ignited a maternal fire within her. Was this why she let the stranger into her home so easily? Was this why she was so eager to provide him with a hot shower, fresh clothes and food? "Stand up." She instructed with a soft voice and loosened her grip on his arm. He slowly rose to his feet and stood in his puddle. He rubbed at his face with the back of his hands and his arms and avoided her harsh gaze. "You are to stand facing that corner until I've returned. Understood?" She asked. Vexx gave a meek nod, but she was unsatisfied with the response. "Yes or no, do you understand?" "Yes." He croaked with a coarse voice. He was obedient and faced the corner of the bathroom. "If you are going to be a guest in my house, and as long as you stay, then you will have to follow my rules. Understood?" "Yes." "Good. I'm glad I saved John's diaper discipline things." She said ominously as she rose to her feet. Cher took a few steps over to the sink cupboard and opened it up .

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Chapter 3 Watch What You Say "What are all of these things?" Vexx gawked at the various human inventions in the bathroom, things that battle-oriented persons like himself would never dream of creating in a thousand years! He approached the bathtub that the home owner gestured at and squatted down to observe the smooth porcelain. It felt cool against the touch and it was pristine and white, unlike many other things where he is from. As his gaze traveled around, he found himself crawling into the bathtub, and took note of the blue, ocean-themed, translucent curtain draped overhead. The curtains were made out of a thick plastic, unlike anything that the war-focused individual has ever come across in his various conquests. They crinkled within his grasp and he was impressed at how easy it moved along the pole, to obscure him from vision. His attention then traveled to the spout and the two knobs on either side. Vexx caught a small glimpse of his reflection in the rounded plane of the spout and grimaced. He decided that he would ignore it and grabbed on to the knobs. In his curious exploration of the tub, he completely disregarded to disrobe himself because the knobs were the next items he was examining. Water poured overhead down on to the unsuspecting Vexx, spooking him momentarily until he figured out what was happening. He's bathed before, but it was usually with a bucket and a brush. The dirt that accumulated over his body was washed away by the steady torrent of warm water against his body. He admitted that the feeling of the water against his aching body felt relieving. After a few minutes, Vexx saw that there were no longer any traces of dirt on his person. He turned a knob in an effort to stop the flow of water. Instead, he just made the water freezing cold. "Cold! Cold! COLD!" After a bit of cold shower dancing, he grabbed the shower curtain and unceremoniously wrapped it around himself. He thought it was some kind of robe because what other reason would it be there? However, that only caused him to pull the shower curtain off of the rail and, as a result, he simply tumbled out of the tub Fortunately, he was uninjured from his fall, just getting cold water poured on to him. The sound of footsteps could be heard as the woman rushed to the scene of the accident. She is absolutely dumbfounded by what she saw: A fully-clothed young adult on the ground, tangled up in her shower curtains while the shower was still running. She entered the bathroom and turned the water off to keep the floor from getting too wet. She gave Vexx quite the concerned look. She helped him off of the ground, unraveling the shower curtain from his body and set it inside of the bathtub. Moments beforehand, she had placed a towel and a change of clothes for him in the bathroom. "I didn't have a lot of clothes in your size," she said, handing him the towel. Fortunately, he didn't seem to have any trouble toweling himself off, except for when it came to his wet clothing that remained drenched despite his fervent rubbing. She stood there and watched in awe until he finally gave up and growled in frustration. "You have to take your clothes off, dear." She instructed. He's toweled himself off before because he's definitely bathed, but the clothes he had were thin enough a few swipes with a towel and they were dry. She averted her gaze as he removed his clothing with relative ease and completed the toweling. "Anyway, as I was saying, I didn't have a lot of clothes in your size. I hope you don't mind wearing my son's old things." In a small pile, there were three articles of clothing: undergarment, pants and a shirt. He correctly picked up the undergarment first and rubbed the materials between his finger-tips. He is still shocked over the fact that humans had access to such amazing technology! However, the cartoon patterns decorating the underoos weren't something that he appreciated. Despite that, he recognized her hospitality and slipped into the undergarment with relative ease. Though, he somehow put the white T-shirt on backwards and he left the pants unbuttoned and unzipped. She looked at him nice and long before her palm came to her face. She shook her head in disbelief. Somehow he couldn't dress himself properly... Was he testing her? Was he a few crayons short of a full box? It wasn't easy to discern at the moment, but she had her suspicions with the latter. Upon reflection, he definitely addressed her as a human when he was at the door and that's definitely not normal. "Now, for my meal." He claps his hands together, as a member of the elite might do to get his servants and maids to scramble around to make a feast. "Excuse me?" "I was promised food. I've bathed and I'm clothed. Now, for my meal." "Look here; I don't know who you think you are, but that is no way to speak to somebody, young man! Apologize!" She scolded him. "Don't you know who I am?" He furrowed his brows and raised his voice to match her tone. How dare she reprimand him and demand an apology! In fact, she should be the one begging for forgiveness! "I am Vexx Morelli! I am a feared and revered commander of the Infernal Army! You apologize!" She brought her other palm to her face and muttered under her breath: "Oh my word, what is wrong with this child?" She took a very deep breath to center herself, but there was no way she was going to let what he said slide. "Calm down, Cher," she mumbled to herself. "He's just confused boy who doesn't know any better." She almost seemed to have forgiven him. "Stop talking to yourself and present to me my feast, maid!" He tossed his towel at her face emphatically, as an elite would do to a testy servant or maid to assert their dominance. However, Cher wasn't a maid nor was she a pushover. She threw the towel down to the ground to reveal a face that even scared Vexx. Her face was red; her lips were pursed; her brows were furrowed; her nostrils were flaring. Oh no, he had done it. She grabbed his arm and pulled him over to the toilet. She set the lid down and took a seat and simply draped the young man over her lap. He was pinned with his arm against his back and simply unable to maneuver himself free from his position. "Unhand me, you wench! You bitch!" He cursed and spat. Though, that only seemed to fuel her rage as she pulled his pants and underoos down a bit and revealed his buttocks. Despite his struggling, Cher raised a hand up high.

Chapter 2 What're Those? "This is the Human Realm." The thought resonated in his mind, which sent him through some mental hoops and hurdles. Vexx transfixed his gaze upon the door while he was lost in his thoughts. He failed to notice the knob turning, but he snapped back to reality when the door opened and a figure stood in the doorway. The two exchanged glances and they stood with their gazes locked for a very awkward amount of time. He momentarily broke eye contact in order to get a better look at the figure. Upon further inspection, the figure that stood in the doorway was a woman. She appeared to be a tad taller than Vexx and had a healthy amount of weight to her frame, as opposed to his petite frame. Her hair, in further contrast to Vexx, was chocolate in color and reached down to the small of her back. It was difficult for Vexx to pinpoint her age, but he could make an educated guess that she was a bit past her prime. Earrings, specifically golden hoops, temporarily drew his attention before he locked gazes with her again. "Well?" She asked, delivered with a level of freshness that put the produce aisle to shame. Her arms were crossed over her chest while she leaned against the door frame, blocking him entry. "What do you want?" He furrowed his brows at her blatant level of disrespect speaking to an elite such as himself. If things were normal, he would have crushed her where she stood and decimated her remains with his fury. "Well, human, I will bestow upon you the privilege to house me." He responded with a similar level of freshness, folding his arms over his chest in kind. His retort would've been leagues more impressive if his regressed form didn't appear so frail, especially the tears in his eyes or the small crack in his voice as he spoke. His entire body was aching and he honestly didn't want to deal with anything else nature had to offer. In a sense, he was like those puppies on those heart-wrenching commercials. Her expression was deadpan for a moment before her brows arched upwards. "Come on in, you look dreadful." Her voice, contrary to the deadpan expression she wore not too long ago, was filled with worry and sympathy. The woman grabbed a hold of Vexx's arm and pulled him inside. He was almost like a rag-doll to her and nearly stumbled when he moved through the threshold. "Look at you, you don't even have any shoes!" She exclaimed once she closed the door behind her. "Poor dear! What happened to you? Where are your parents? What is your name?" She had so many questions as she surveyed Vexx's body. Fortunately, he only seemed to be a little cut up, a little dirty and just requiring a little bit of R & R. "I don't know." He responded matter-of-factly. It was true that he had no idea how he came to be in the Human Realm, nor did he know why he was in this regressed form. It was also true that he had no idea about the whereabouts of his parents because he had simply lost track of them and had no further use for them. "My name is Vexx." "That's awful!" She exclaimed, in response to his answer to her first two questions, while she pushed Vexx around the house in a flurry. She guided him to her bathroom and opened the door to let him inside. "You take a shower," she gestured at the bathtub in the corner, "and I'll get you some clothes and fix you a quick bite to eat." With that being said, the woman dashed off. This left Vexx to his own machinations. He cautiously ventured deeper into the bathroom with an amazed expression on his face. "What are all of these things?"

Chapter 1 Welcome to the Human Realm “Where am I?” Several questions swarmed Vexx's mind as he roused from a particularly fitful slumber; a luxury that he was not able to afford very often. His surroundings were entirely foreign to him. From the fiery ball of light up in the blue sky to the plethora of trees, shrubbery and foliage, there wasn't anything that had any semblance of familiarity. He brought his hands up to rub the sleepiness from his eyes. “I must still be dreaming.” When Vexx moved his hands away from his face, he blinked a few times and paused. He brought his hands back into view and glared at them for quite some time. The palms of his hands were heavily scrutinized, as were the backsides. The calluses that once detailed the abundance of war in his lifetime were missing, as were the various battle scars that adorned his hands like treasured medals. In fact, they looked youthful and rejuvenated with very little signs of wear or tear. He sat up swiftly and quickly investigated the rest of his body. He passed the palms of his hands across his body and legs, all the while with a look of absolute terror across his face. From the head, Vexx was unable to locate the majestic, flowing hair that he was quite prideful of; instead, his locks merely came down to his shoulders. He felt his cheeks and chin were significantly more round and lacked the bold, grizzled facial hair that he tended to from day to day. His teeth weren't all that bad, actually. His heart nearly skipped a beat when he felt up the muscles on his arms and legs. Or rather, the lack of muscles, in this case. What used to be bulging, hardened, and tough-as-nails muscles seemed to be reduced down to a far-cry from the glory that it used to be. He trembled with uncertainty and beads of sweat formed all over his body. An air of nervousness was very palpable around him. One last thing to inspect. Vexx held his breath and quickly sneaked a peek under the pants that he awoke in. There wasn't quite an appropriate reaction to what he saw. On the one hand, it seemed appropriate for the size of his new body. On the other hand, it definitely wasn't as long as it used to be, that's for sure. He sat motionless, stunned, until he could no longer hold on to his breath and collapsed back down on to the ground. “What in the world?” He asked himself. His eyes widened at the sound of his voice, which no longer bore the same amount of bass or depth. He doubted that he could deliver an inspirational speech before a battle with a voice like this! The only thing that he could spur are the half-asleep. He had no idea what had happened to him. He had no idea who would do something like this to him. Rather than dwell on the unknowns, the resourceful commander sat himself back up to inspect his surroundings once again. He didn't become a respected elite by doing nothing, after all. He pushed himself up into a standing position, taking note of the dirt and grass crushed underneath his body and the feeling of his bare feet against the ground. He aimlessly wandered for several minutes and he already despised this regressed form of his. Even stepping upon a pebble sent waves of pain shooting throughout his body, which caused him to whoop and to holler. This wasn't right, he could crush boulders with just a thought! Walking through a stream made his feet feel incredibly cold and uncomfortable. This wasn't right, he could brave through magma and lava like they weren't even there! What is wrong with this body?! Bumping against a tree branch was rather unpleasant and left his arm throbbing. This wasn't right, he could simply walk through a solid wall as if it were made out of dust! He felt moisture building up within his eyes, but had no idea what to make of it because it's been a very long time since he's cried. Finally, it wasn't long before he came across a point of interest. It appeared to be a quaint, wooden house with nature as a backdrop. It was neither too large nor too small. A gated fence runs around the perimeter of the property. Without considering the consequences, Vexx breached the gate and approached the door. As he moved closer and closer to the entrance to the abode, there was a familiar scent in the air. A particular stench that drained the color from his face. "This is the Human Realm."