Lavellan

That kind of stuff does get forgotten by parents who don't care enough to know their children. I don't wanna trauma dumb on a public thread, of course. But it's very safe to assume that the memory of my attempt to come out was pushed off as teenage defiance. My family has shown time and time again that they have no concern for my physical or mental well being as long as it fits into their ideals. I have my entire life ahead of me. And I'm excited to see what becomes of me. In the end, it's not my job to educate my family and sit around to see if it 'hopefully' works out. I won't expose myself to that kind of vitriol. They've had an abundance of chances to prove themselves Thank you for your advice, but I'm sure they'll recover quickly when they realize I've cut them off.

I was so excited to start. It's the highlight of my week. I will never have any regrets on starting. Any conflicts with my family on the matter is just minor inconveniences in the grand scope. Thanks for the well wishes!! I tried to come out to my family in high school and it was the worst decision I ever made. I'm lucky I was able to backtrack enough so that they don't even remember that it happened. I've come to terms with the fact that they'll never support me. After I move out of state, I will gladly cut them off. But that's a year or so away and until then, they'll just have to cope with these changes. Thank you for the support and well wishes! ❤️ You guys are awesome

Well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions LOL! I started testosterone 3 months ago. When I was deciding to make the appointments, the only thing holding me back was my family's opinion. I've always planned to go no-contact with them, but I really didn't want to wait the couple years of saving funds to move out of state to start hormones. So, I told myself I'd just start hormones now, and gaslight my family if I ever needed to. My body had responded very well to the T and I've already experienced a significant voice drop. To the point where my grandpa called me yesterday to ask me to run errands for him, and he thought that he'd accidentally called my brother. Luckily, I was able to tell him that I had just been sleeping and I forced myself to talk in a higher register for the rest of the interaction. I know my family would never think to consider I'm taking hormones, and I fully believe I can fake physical appearance until I move away. But I wonder how long I can go with lying until they start pushing me to see a doctor for these "weird" changes. If it ever gets too bad, I thought about saying "Due to debilitating period pains a doctor decided to put me on hormones". Which, I don't think any of them would know better to call me out on the lie. Unless they started asking around.

Boss Baby or Boss' Baby? : Chapter 2 Jesse knocked on Miss Tammy’s front door nervously. Part of him expected that morning to be an elaborate dream. But the bite of Miss Tammy’s panties on his hips told him the truth. This was happening, and if he wanted to keep his job, he’d do anything Miss Tammy asked of him until she felt his debt was repaid. He supposed it wasn’t all bad. He didn’t get to cum that morning, but when this was all over, he’d have the spank bank of a lifetime to jerk off to. The door revealed Miss Tammy wearing little more than a short black nightgown. The sun was almost below the horizon and the door was far enough from the road that Jesse was less worried about her being seen and more occupied eyeing her breasts nearly spilling out the top of the nightgown. He could do that now, he told himself. He’d already eaten her out. “Baby,” She smiled. “You showed.” “You told me to come here instead of home,” He said quietly, wondering if he was perhaps too eager in his obedience. She let out a delighted chuckle and stepped back. “Come on in.” Jesse stepped inside and heard the lock of the door click behind him. No turning back now. Not that he wanted to at least. “Come sit with Mommy on the couch,” She instructed, leading the way toward the living room. She looked different from the woman he often saw in the office. Her hair was out of its perfect bun, but now it was loose, hanging down to her shoulders. She wore no heels, but her hips still swayed with each step she took. Without pausing, she sat down on one end of the long couch and patted the seat beside her. Jesse sat down, now at eye level with the woman. She was leaning back against the couch, her knees together to protect her modesty, but she made no moves to pull down the nightgown as it inched up her thighs. “Do you like what you see, baby?” “I think you’re very pretty,” Jesse said honestly which provoked an amused smile from Miss Tammy. “Such a flatterer,” She said, toying with the hem of her nightgown between two fingers. “Is my baby excited for tonight?” Jesse found himself nodding. “Uh,” He stuttered. “What are we doing tonight?” It wouldn’t hurt to get a general idea. “Are we gonna…you know…” “‘You know’ what?” Miss Tammy repeated. “Use your big boy words and ask for what you want.” Face heating up to the shade of a tomato, he cleared his throat. “Are we going to have sex?” “Would you like that, baby?” Again, Jesse was nodding. “So…Uh…are we?” She didn’t answer, but her smile grew wider. Jesse watched as she pulled her feet up onto the couch and rested them on his lap casually. “I have some ideas of some things we can do tonight. But,” Her voice trailed off contemplatively. “I don’t think you’re prepared for that just yet.” Thinking she meant sex, Jesse’s brow furrowed. “I can handle it,” He insisted. “What we did in your office was a little strange, but I enjoyed it…mostly.” “Yeah?” She encouraged. “Even though I’m your boss?” “I think that makes it better,” He says honestly. “Could you get into trouble for this?” His heart dropped slightly as she nodded. “I could get fired. And you as well by association.” Fuck, he expected something like that. “I won’t tell anyone,” He promised. “I don’t want either of us to be fired.” “You promise?” Miss Tammy asked, her foot brushing over his thigh, inching toward his crotch before tracing back down to his knee. “You’ll keep Mommy’s secret and I’ll keep yours? We can’t do anything else unless you promise me that.” “I promise, Mommy,” Jesse said as honestly as he could muster. “I want to have fun with you.” “Good,” She smiled sweetly and all at once, stood from the couch. “Close your eyes and come with me.” Jesse’s vision clouded with darkness as he complied. He felt her delicate hands (No not delicate. His tender ass knew better.) grab his wrists and begin to lead him down a hall. “Keep those eyes closed and Mommy will tell you the rules, okay?” “Yes, Mommy,” He smiled. “Good boy,” They turned into a room, the door shutting and the sound of another lock clicking into place. “You’re going to do whatever Mommy says, okay? The second Mommy says it.” Easy enough. Following that got him this far. “And if you do so, I promise I’ll make you feel divine.” She purred. “Got it?” Jesse nodded excitedly. “Yes, Mommy.” “If we start, there’s no stopping,” Her voice came seriously. “If you have any second thoughts, fess up and you can leave my house and we’ll pretend this never happened.” That was a little worrying, he thought. But he really wanted to fuck her. “I want to keep going, Mommy.” She was quiet as her hands went to his pants once more. Jesse found himself divested of his clothes rather quickly before she rested her hands on his hips to more accurately guide him to stand somewhere. Her hands moved his back until they rested on a flat surface. “Climb up, baby.” He did so, surprised by how high the–table it felt like– was. Was she going to suck him off this way? The top of the table was covered in some sort of soft pad so that it didn’t hurt his sore butt. Her hands guided him to lay down and he did so with his legs dangling over the edge, although he could feel a small lip or shelf perhaps that propped his feet up. Was it a sex table? “Mommy’s gonna strap you in now,” She didn’t ask permission and Jesse felt something soft being clamped around his right wrist. The same with his left. And then his left leg. And then his right. Testing the (what he now knew was) restraints, he found they didn’t let him move more than an inch away from the table. His hands were strapped by his sides. He was stuck. At her mercy. “You can open your eyes now, baby,” She said and Jesse’s eyes snapped open. At first, all he saw was himself. Or rather, a reflection of himself. There was a mirror on the ceiling. A mirror where he could see himself naked and strapped down to a table covered in a white pad. Odd. Looking to the left, his jaw dropped. To his left was what looked like a bed encased in a cage. White bars came up the sides of the bed and above it with similar-looking restraints bolted to the sides of the bed frame. To his right sat a huge padded chair with what looked like a baby entertainment bar dangling down from an arch. Again, with similar restraints. Nearly every piece of furniture in the room had restraints on it! A rocking horse, A rocking chair, A playpen, and even a baby bouncer bolted into the ceiling! He was in a goddamn nursery! And adult adult-sized nursery! “Does baby like his new room?” Miss Tammy cooed in a sickeningly sweet voice. New room? His confusion must have shown on his face as Miss Tammy chuckled. “We’re going to have so much fun together, baby.” The smile on her face grew a bit sinister. “You looked so pitiful crying to Mommy for help to pass a drug test you would have probably passed anyway!” She laughed. “A few puffs of a joint would be out of your system by now, my straight-laced little boy. But I’m thankful you didn’t know any better.” So his job would have been safe?! Why hadn’t she said anything?! And it was too late to back out now! Although, Jesse only slightly wished to take back his consent for these activities. This was a whole lot more than some simple roleplay, even if he thought Miss Tammy was unbelievably hot. He heard her open a drawer and tried to see what she was grabbing, but as he was positioned and strapped on the table, he couldn’t see into any of the drawers. “Hmm…” Tammy hummed. Jesse opened his eyes that he hadn’t realized he closed to see her looking down at his pubic hair with a thoughtful look. “This needs to go…” “I can shave if you let me shower,” He said hopefully wanting to be released from the table. From the look he received, his plan was obvious. The solution Tammy came to was a strong-smelling cream smeared over all his bits. It was too uncomfortable for him to get hard on the situation, and he was quite glad when it was over. That done, he looked at his manhood in the mirror with shame. He was now completely in his birthday suit. Naked as the day he was born. The next thing that came was the chastity cage. It was heavy-duty rubber and it ensconced his dick and locked it away with a final sounding click. He’d never worn one before, but its mere presence made his unease for the rest of the night grow. “Mommy’s glad she got the small size and not the large,” Tammy smirked. Jesse bit his tongue to keep from making comments about being a grow-er, not a show-er. “It’s okay, baby,” She laughed. “You won’t need your little peepee while you’re with Mommy anyway.” “I thought we were going to…” He trailed off. “Are we not going to have sex?” She walked from her post by his feet and stood by his head to stroke his hair from his face. Her caring grin helped to settle the smallest portion of his anxiety. “Good boys get to have cummies,” Her hand trailed down his face to his chest until it rested on his locked-away dick. “It’ll be an adjustment for you, but I have the utmost faith that you’ll manage.” What Jesse never expected to happen next was a lubed-up finger reaching toward his asshole which caused him to suddenly flinch. Not that he could go far, anyway. “Oh!” Tammy giggled. “My baby’s never had anything inside his butt before, has he?” She asked and Jesse shook his head. “Don’t worry,” She cooed, and Jesse’s eyes screwed tightly shut as he felt the finger slowly enter. The lube aiding without pain. “Mommy’s got you.” He just seemed to get used to the feeling before another finger pushed alongside. “Fuck!” He hissed and a harsh swat stung his thigh. “Don’t swear at me!” She scolded. “I’m sorry, Mommy…” He stuttered, remembering the spanking that could be 10 times worse in his vulnerable position. The plug that was gently inserted in his bottom when he was adequately stretched felt strange. He’d never done anything like this ever. But the honest-to-god diaper that came out of the drawer was a quick distraction. “Don’t put me in diapers,” He whines in a moment of panic. “You have me in the cage, I have the plug, isn’t that enough?!” Tammy glared heatedly at him but said nothing. Her hand reached into a drawer again and Jesse jerked the single inch of slack he was given by the restraints to feel the plug inside him suddenly vibrate. “NO!” He cried out. “Stop it! Turn it off! Mommy, please! Turn it off!” The thrum of it was foreign to him and his muscles clenched down onto the plug which seemed to make it worse. Every hard clench of his ass brought the vibrating plug right up against his prostate making his legs go jelly by reflex. The worst of it was the pressure he felt from his cock trying to get hard while locked in the cage. It just wasn’t going to happen. “I’ll wear the diaper!” He gasped, feeling the vibrations stop immediately. His throat was rough and dry. “I’ll wear the diaper,” He repeated with a whimper. “There’s my good boy,” Tammy cooed. The diaper slid under his hips and was followed by a dusting of baby powder before it was taped up. Tammy couldn’t help her happy fussing over him. The threat of the vibrating plug was enough to keep him compliant long enough for her to dress him in booties and a t-shirt that said “Mommy’s Lil’ Stinker” on the front. “I bet my baby’s hungry, yeah?” Jesse, who was staring at himself in mortification in the mirror, cried out at the single-second vibration from the plug and turned his attention back to Tammy. “Hungry, baby?” She asked again. He was, actually. He didn’t eat anything on the way over from work so his last meal was a club sandwich and the remains of a stale donut at lunch. She nodded and slowly released him from his bonds. Her hand was latched firmly around a small black remote that he knew was connected to the plug in his ass should he need “correcting” again. “Give, Mommy your hand,” She took one of his mittened hands and led him to the kitchen. “You can only walk on your feet if Mommy’s holding your hand, understood?” She says. Jesse nodded and dropped to sit on the floor as soon as Tammy released his hand when they entered the kitchen. The plug inside him made itself known, but as long as he was still, it didn’t distract him too much. “That’s a good boy,” She praised. Jesse watched her go to the fridge to pull out two small bottles of something and pour it into a large baby bottle. From the counter, she added a small scoop of some sort of yellow powder. “I thought you were gonna make food,” Jesse said, feeling his stomach growl. Tammy gave him a patient look and reached out a hand for him to grab. “This will fill you right up.” They went to the couch next, Jesse sighing once more as he was maneuvered into a position to be cradled in her arms. His cheek was nearly level with her covered breast, but the nipple of the bottle was slipped into his mouth right after. The first drops were tasteless, but the following stream of liquid was mildly sweet. Not quite like chocolate milk, as the brown color of the bottle would suggest, but a good enough illusion that he found himself drinking down the whole bottle before he realized he was finished. The hunger in his stomach abated. Strange. When the bottle was empty, Jesse watched Miss Tammy set it on the side table. He expected an initiation of some sort. A kiss maybe. But Miss Tammy only turned the television on to some sort of Disney movie. She was more than content to hold him in her arms, cradled close to her chest, and watch the movie. Jesse, for lack of something better to do, found himself reaching up to curl a lock of the normally tied-up hair around his finger. She really was pretty. Her eyes dipped down from the screen to glance at him curiously. He couldn’t help the blush on his face nor the nervous shift that caused the diaper to crinkle loudly between his legs. “What’s wrong baby?” “Nothin’,” He mumbled, leaning close to her bosom, the hand touching her hair dropped to play with the hem on the bodice of the nightgown. “Just think you’re really pretty.” “Awww,” She cooed, and it reminded Jesse so much of how women fawn over babies smiling in strollers. “Thank you, sweetie. That makes Mommy so happy to hear.” Thinking that was the end of it, Jesse returned his attention to her chest…It would be rude to just…grope. He was sure of it. Cuddling closer was one thing, she openly encouraged that. But this situation had turned from a hopeful booty call to a nearly domestic date night. Would it be appropriate for him to just…touch her? “Does baby want to see Mommy’s boobies?” Miss Tammy’s voice rang out causing Jesse to jerk his hand back from her shirt as if burned. “Don’t be shy…use your big boy words and ask Mommy for what you want.” Jesse spared a look up to Miss Tammy’s face, spotting her biting her lip with what he hoped was enthusiasm. “Can I touch you?” He muttered. “You’re already touching me, baby,” She teased, and the hand resting on his chest reached to cup the hand he had been touching her bodice with. Without hesitation, He opened his fingers and maneuvered his hand to cup her breast in his palm. “Don’t be shy.” He’d touched a girl’s tits before, but it wasn’t his boss. And nor was he dressed up like an infant. But…when in Rome. He felt the warmth of her through the thin fabric of her bra and nightgown. He made sure to be gentle even as his breathing picked up. A valiant effort to get hard came once more from his locked-up dick. ‘Good boys get cummies,’ she had said. How could he be a good boy? Well, she wasn’t shy with what she wanted, Jesse thought as he remembered the scene they did while in her office at work. As embarrassing as it was to think about, he was fairly confident he knew what to do to hopefully earn his orgasm. “Mommy,” He whimpered. Miss Tammy had her head tilted back against the back of the couch, her eyes shifted shut. But when he spoke they opened and she peered down at him through lidded eyes. “Yes, baby?” “Mommy, can I see your boobies?” A pleased smile grew over her face. “Of course you can, my good boy.” She leaned forward slightly to slip the spaghetti straps of her nightgown off her shoulders, letting it pool at her waist. It left her in a simple black bra. Her breasts were much bigger than he thought they’d be. Then again, maybe her work clothes just hid it well. A small twist of pleasure rang in Jesse’s stomach when Miss Tammy unclipped two clasps on the front of her bra. The front panel released and fell to pool at her waist with her nightgown. Her boobs nearly bounced as the support suddenly disappeared. Her nipples were already beaded up and standing at attention. “Mmm,” Jesse couldn’t help but moan, nearly diving to press gentle kisses to the newly exposed skin. His hands reached up to cup each breast. It was slightly awkward in the position he was in, but he didn’t wish to let go in favor of switching their position around. “Does my baby want to nurse?” She suggested softly, her back bowing away from the back of the couch to press her tits closer to the new attention. ‘Don’t mind if I do’ Jesse thought before craning his neck up to take Mommy’s nipple into his mouth. Miss Tammy shivered in pleasure. “That’s it baby,” She purred. “Drink from Mommy.” Jesse didn’t distinguish that from any other pillow talk. At least, not until a slightly sweet flavor started to coat his tongue. His brow furrowed, but before he could pull away from the offered nipple, Tammy’s hand that was supporting his neck was now fisted in the back of his hair, holding him in place. “Mmph,” He grunted, trying hard not to press his teeth against her sensitive skin. “M’mmy?” “Come on, baby,” She huffed. “Nurse from Mommy.” Her left hand reached down to cup the front of his diaper. His cock was still locked away, but the slightest friction was nearly too much for him to bare. Hips twitching eagerly, Jesse decided to disregard his concerns and continue nursing. “That’s it,” She praised, her hand in his hair relaxing as he stopped trying to pull away. “Drink Mommy’s milk.” Her head tilted back against the back of the couch once more. To Jesse’s astonishment, he realized that was exactly what was happening. The sweet flavor coating his tastebuds was some kind of milk coming from his hesitant suckles on her nipple. Was he actually doing this? He couldn’t believe it. Lactation was never something he put on his list of turn-ons. It was slightly strange in the same way him wearing the diaper and booties was. But the results were obvious. He could feel Mommy’s thighs rubbing together, no doubt trying to get friction, right behind him. Her breathing was quicker and he could feel the thrum of her heartbeat along his lips. His own arousal was nearly frantic under his skin. If he were alone, he’d already had his cock in his hand, stroking himself to a quick finish. But the cage and Mommy’s barely-there petting to the front of his diaper was an immense tease. “M’mmy,” He whimpered against her skin. “M’mmy, mph!” His quest for more relief was interrupted by a growing need to piss settling into his bladder. Mommy paid no heed or care to his sudden wide-eyed plight. She was thoroughly absorbed in his nursing. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple. He needed to make her cum quicky so that she could take this damn diaper off him. Pulling himself up, he adjusted until he was halfway kneeling over her lap. He lost the friction of her hand but consoled himself with rutting slowly against her thigh. The next clench of tension from his bladder put him back on track and he reached under the fabric of her nightgown to touch her dripping wet pussy. No fucking panties this time. He nearly growled. She was planning this from the start. He started with one finger curled deep into her slick heat, his thumb tracing over her clit to the response of jerked pleasure. “Fuck, baby!” She cried out in surprise. “That’s it-” He slipped another finger inside her, fingering them in and out, nearly pinching her clit between the frantic fingers. Despite the hand holding him tight to her breast, he pulled away to latch onto the other, a few suckles were needed until the delicious milk started to flow from that one too. She cried out, yanking on his hair in surprise. Her orgasm wracked over her like a tidal wave. Jesse would have been proud of himself if he didn’t feel his body trembling with the effort not to piss himself. If he were standing, he’d 100% be doing the potty dance. “Mommy, please,” He whimpered with the space he was able to pry away from her dripping tit. A cramp seized in his stomach. “Mommy!” Still coming down from her high, Tammy gave a satisfied smirk. “That’s a good boy. Making Mommy feel so good.” Any other moment, he’d adore the praise. But all he felt was horror as he hand reached to the side table where the empty bottle and black remote sat. “No! No! No! Don’t-” The vibrator kicked to life and Jesse felt as though he screamed. Each pulse of vibration shuddered deep inside and against his taint, sending insistent pulses up his cock and into his bladder. It was as though an orgasm was being ripped from him by force. Part of him completely forgot his need to piss as he, instead, fell back onto the couch. His body was no longer able to support him. “I think this sweet boy deserves a treat for making Mommy feel so good,” Tammy purred, her hand reaching back to paw at the front of his diaper where he was locked away. “Oh?” She said in delighted surprise. “Aww, you’re dribbling.” She cooed. “Good thing I put my little boy in diapers or else he’d have made a mess everywhere.” Was he pissing? Jesse didn’t know. He felt simultaneously too hot and too cold. Each pulse of what he thought was an orgasm caused his hips to rut up into Tammy’s hand. “Please let me cum,” Jesse begged for mercy. “Let me cum. I need it-I’m- I’m ready!” “Is baby asking for cummies?” She teased as if she didn’t understand. “C-Cummies-” He choked out before his mouth was wide open in a soundless scream. His tongue lolled out from his lips as his eyes rolled back. A line of drool escaped Jesse’s mouth, tracing down his chin. His destruction started with his legs. Trembling and struggling to stay still, his thighs flexed as if to protect his most delicate bits from the onslaught. But the diaper and Tammy’s hands kept him wide open and accepting. Even pressing small pats to his ass, making the plug shift a little harder with the clench of his muscles. His cock twitched hard, once, twice, thrice. He couldn’t even tell if he was shooting cum or not with the diaper on. Each spasm seemed to tear him apart more than the last until he felt the first stream of piss escape. Jesse slumped like a puppet with its strings cut. The intense vibrators seemed to stimulate his bladder as with each twitch of his cock, a stream of piss pulsed out. His diaper soaked it up eagerly until there was so much, it started to dribble down his ass crack to soak into the back of the diaper instead. “Mommy-” Jesse gasped out with each body-wracking spurt. Most words had escaped him. Even as his flow tapered off he seemed trapped in the throes of pleasure. The vibrations continued for another sick moment of torture before they finally halted. “There’s my baby,” Tammy cooed, leaning over Jesse’s wrecked body to kiss his sweat-soaked brow. A whimpering cry rang out in Jesse’s ear and he didn’t even realize it was him until the cold feeling of tears dripping from his eyes struck his heated skin. “Oh, babe,” She said softly, pulling Jesse up into a hug, her naked breasts pressing against his chin and chest. “What’s wrong? Didn’t that feel good? Didn’t you like making cummies for Mommy?” “C-Cummies,” He sniffled hard. Not able to gather the words to explain his distraught feelings. He wasn’t even sure he knew what was wrong at all. “Mhm,” Tammy agreed. “Good babies get cummies. And you were very very good for Mommy.” “Mommy,” He reached up, wrapping trembling arms around her to return the hug. “You tell Mommy when you feel better and we can go get your diaper changed, okay?” She assured softly, pulling him until he was lying over her, snuggled close to her bare chest. “Mommy,” He sniffled, nuzzling her chest like a needy cat. “Mommy’s here, baby,” She hummed. “Mommy’s here.”

Author's Note: This story will be my submission into Kasarberang's non-con contest! I strongly encourage you to go to his original post to see the rules and get a better summary of the expected content of this story. This is just the start of this story, but I hope to have it finished by the deadline for the contest, if not that, then the majority will be written in accordance with the guidelines. This chapter will only have hints of what is to come, but it is very sexually graphic. Please take this as a warning to those who do not like that kind of thing. It will get worse. Heed all my tags as I will be tagging all the relevant things for this story all at once rather than as the story progresses. Please enjoy! Boss Baby or Boss' Baby? : Chapter 1 “Here you go, Baby,” Miss Tammy said sweetly. Jesse blinked as his focus on his computer was broken and turned to Miss Tammy to see her holding a small plate with two donuts stacked on top. The workday had just started and he’d been sending out a few follow-up emails from the previous day when Miss Tammy approached. Seeing that she had his attention, she continued speaking. “I bought donuts for the office but I wanted to make sure you had some while they were still warm,” She smiled and set the plate down on the edge of his desk. “I also grabbed some milk for you.” She put the small bottle of milk right beside the plate. “Eat up!” Jesse’s eyes lit up. He didn’t often have breakfast in the morning, but he’d devour anything given to him by Miss Tammy. Miss Tammy was the supervisor over the whole department. A woman of 35 (her birthday had just passed– They sang to her with cupcakes in the breakroom.) with a strict standard but soft heart. She could easily portray the tough boss aura, but that disappeared as soon as she slipped on her trademark black cardigan and red reading glasses. Said glasses were perched on top of her head, the stems hooked into locks of blonde hair tied in a bun so that they didn’t fall. She must have left her cardigan in her office, Jesse noted as he stood up to hug her in thanks. He was shorter than her on a good day, but now, with her wearing her standard black heels, she was tall enough to tuck his head under her chin and nearly inappropriately close to her bust. “Thank you, Miss Tammy!” Jesse smiled. “That was really sweet of you!” “Oh hush,” She giggled, squeezing Jesse firmly before letting him go. “You know you’re my favorite.” The wink she followed the statement with had him returning the laugh. It was a running joke in the office that Jesse was her favorite employee because of the way she constantly doted on him. Jesse summed it up to being the youngest worker on the floor at just 21 years old. The next person older was Samantha at 25. It didn’t hurt that he leaned into the presumed special treatment by calling her ‘Miss Tammy’. The name was a bastardization of ‘Tammy’ the nickname the other supervisors called her, and ‘Miss Tamera’ the respectful title used by the rest of the floor. The first time he’d used it was an accident, but the resulting coo and sincere hug encouraged him to keep it up. “Oh! Before I forget,” She snapped, suddenly reminding herself of something. Jesse had since sat down at his desk and paused with half a bite of sugary glazed donut stuck in his mouth. “We are doing drug tests later on today starting after lunch.” The words made Jesse’s stomach drop. “W-What?” He stuttered. Miss Tammy carried on as if she didn’t notice his hesitance. “You know how the janitors found weed stashed in the cleaning supplies closet?” She waited for his nod before speaking, leaning against the wall of his cubicle. “Well, I told John,” John Scott, who was her boss. “That none of my employees would ever bring something like that into the building. I even told him that it was probably one of the new janitors!” That led her to a laugh, head tossed back enough that she had to catch her red reading glasses before they fell from her head. “But he was insistent that everyone on the floor get drug tested. Even IT down the hall is getting it done,” She sighed. “Uh,” He wiped the crumbs from his lip, not feeling so hungry any longer. “What happens if someone…fails?” Miss Tammy’s face took on a sad look. “John says they’re getting fired, but if anyone on the floor tests positive, I’ll make my case for them. I love my team so far, I’d hate to see anyone go.” “Yeah,” Jesse cleared his throat after his voice cracked, taking a sip of milk to rinse his mouth. “That would be bad…” “Mhm,” Miss Tammy spared a distant look at him before coming back to her usual chipper self. “But keep that between us, okay, baby?” The pet name a joke just as his own for her. “It’s supposed to be a surprise.” “I will,” He assured, turning back to his computer. He nearly felt a bead of sweat drip down his forehead. “Thanks again for the donuts…” It’ll be the last donuts he ever receives from her, he’s sure. It wasn’t that he was a smoker. He wasn’t! It was just…a stupid party. That weekend was his brother Travis’ birthday and they’d all taken a camping trip to celebrate. It was a great time with swimming at the lake, roasting marshmallows, and grilling hot dogs that Jesse…well. The blunts were passed around before he could even register it. One ended up in his hand…Travis said he didn’t have to, of course, but the cajoling of his (older than Jesse) friends pressured him into taking a drag. The smoke was awful! Jesse was wheezing and almost felt like he would throw up, much to the amusement of the crowd. When the next blunt came around, he told himself he’d pass it down. But Amber, the friend of Travis’ girlfriend, grabbed him by the chin and shotgunned the smoke in the pantomime of a kiss into his mouth. The hoots and hollers of the crowd spurred him on passed the lesser coughs that came from the lungful. The rest of the night was spent in the company of family and friends alike. And each puff after was like riding a bike. It was the first time Jesse had ever been high…and it was the best weekend of his life so far. But now… He’d be fired! Dread settled so deep in his stomach that he couldn’t work on anything as the office slowly filled with people. Two hours passed, only one more til lunch and then his fate would be sealed. Jesse’s hands were clammy with sweat. Should he just leave? Pretend he was sick and go? That would only delay the inevitable. And Miss Tammy would know he was lying! She’d seen him just this morning. No…He had to tell her before it was too late. Honesty was the key. He wasn’t the one who left the weed in the closet, of course. She would know that! She’d believe his story and she already said she was willing to plead his case to John. Newly emboldened, Jesse shot out of his chair and nearly tripped over his wastebasket on his way to Miss Tammy’s office. He felt the sweat on his face cooling at his quick movements and didn’t even stop to think about what his coworkers would think. A few quick knocks on the cracked door and he barely waited for the “Come in!” before slipping inside and shutting the door behind him. Miss Tammy sat at her desk, glasses perched low on her nose, and her eyes widened when she saw him. “Jesse? Are you alright?” She asked with full concern and turned her full attention to him. “Sit! You look like you’re going to be sick.” Jesse took the seat in front of her desk with slumped shoulders. “Miss Tammy I screwed up,” He said weakly. Tears rushed to his eyes as the events caught up with him. “Baby,” She said softly, her bracelet scratching lightly against the wooden desk as she leaned against it. “Talk to me, what has you all ruffled? Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s okay.” “It’s not!” Jesse gasped. “I’m gonna fail the drug test.” At the admission, he slumped forward with his elbows on his knees and sobbed. “I smoked this weekend. I’m going to fail! I’m so sorry!” “Woah,” She kept her calm tone, the sound of her chair rolling back cut through the air. “Take a breath, baby.” Her advice came soft as she walked around the desk. Jesse could see her bare feet where she’d taken off her heels in the privacy of her office. From the vantage point, he could also see a plastic wastebasket being positioned in front of him. If he finished those donuts, he most definitely would have been using it. A gentle hand rested between his shoulder blades and rubbed in circles soothingly. “Breath for me.” The breaths came shaky, but they helped slow the tears dribbling from his eyes and making dark spots on her grey carpet. Fuck, he was a mess. “I’m sorry,” He whispered again. “Don’t worry, baby,” She said immediately. “I don’t want to get fired!” He looked up finally, casting his blurry vision onto her face, mere inches away from his from where she leaned over. “I- I don’t smoke- It was just one time!” “I know,” She nodded. “I know you don’t smoke. You said it was a party. These things happen-” “I’m so sorry-” “I’m not angry with you,” She said for the first time in a firm tone, her brows furrowed and lips pursed. “I’m not, baby. I’m just worried you’ve worked yourself into this state.” Jesse’s lip quivered again and he watched her reach over her desk for a tissue. His hand reached up to receive it but was ignored in favor of her dabbing at his wet cheeks. His vision cleared up and to avoid meeting her analytic eyes, he stared ahead, only to flinch as he was rewarded with a view of her breasts. The seam of her bra was just visible in her hunched-over position. It felt like too long had passed before he realized he was looking down his boss’ blouse and his head jerked back up to look at her face, expecting disgust. But there was none. She was carefully mopping at his eyes to avoid poking him and pressed the tissue to his nose. “Blow.” Instinct took over and he blew into it, only feeling embarrassment at his own actions after she cleaned up his nose and tossed the tissue into the wastebasket. “Are you calm now?” She asked, positioning her hands on her knees and Jesse had to force himself not to peek back down at her cleavage. “Yes, Ma’am,” He nodded. “Good boy,” She purred. “Now come here.” Jesse found himself standing from his seat and being led around the desk to where Miss Tammy settled down in her own chair. He could see her heels tucked neatly under the desk and traced the path to her bare feet, up her shapely legs, to her her knees where her skirt was rucked almost too far up her thighs, and- Christ. At this angle he was able to see her breasts even better. The hem of her bra definitely peaking from the dip of her shirt now. Meeting her eyes, he blushed, seemingly caught. “You’ve been naughty this weekend,” She said with a sigh, one leg coming up to daintily cross over the other. “We have to figure out what to do about that.” Jesse frowned, worry creeping in. “I’m-” “Uh uh!” She tsked. “I’m talking, you listen. Understood?” “Yes, Ma’am.” Jesse nodded immediately. “Good boy,” The praise lifted his heart from where it seemed to have fallen right to the basement. “So,” She continued. “You were very naughty this weekend. You told me you were going to your brother’s birthday party, correct?” “Yes, Ma’am,” Jesse fought off the urge to elaborate. “And at this party you smoked weed,” Jesse’s eyes ducked to his feet guiltily. “And now I need to find a way to keep John from firing you.” “...Yes, Ma’am.” “Well, it’s a good thing you’re my favorite. Isn’t it, baby?” She chuckled. Hopefully, Jesse met her eyes, seeing a mischievous look peeking up from the rim of her glasses. A few seconds passed and he realized she was waiting for an answer. “Yes, Ma’am.” He found himself meeting that look with a small smile. “Now,” She rotated slightly back and forth in her seat. “I know how to save your job…but about what you can do for me as repayment.” Jesse blinked in surprise. Seconds ago, it felt as though his job hung by a thread. But now here he was with the reassurance he’d keep his job. Only with the added mystery of suddenly being indebted to Miss Tammy. Never did she ask for repayment for things. Whenever he tried to pass her money for the treats and things she’d give him, she always refused. But…he reasoned, she was saving his job. “I’ll do anything.” He swore. “Anything you want.” “Oh baby,” She laughed warmly. “You don’t want to tell me that.” “But I do,” He assured, crouching down, hell, nearly kneeling at her feet just to look up into her eyes. “You’ve done so much for me. You didn’t even have to tell me about the drug tests but you did. And- And,” He stuttered. “You’ve always treated me nicely. I’ll do anything to repay you for saving my job.” Her lips pursed in thought. “Anything?” “Yes! I’ll detail your car! Or pick up your dry cleaning! Hell, I’d scrub the floors of your house with my toothbrush if you asked me to,” He laughed at the image in his brain of him hunched fetal on what he imagined to be her kitchen floor. A flush overtook his face as he thought of her standing right in front of him. Towering and demanding as he worked hard to please her. “Take your pants off,” The words cut through his imagination. “What?” He asked, seeing her strict look once more on her face. “I said,” She spoke clearly but it might as well have been a yell in the quiet office. “Take. Your pants. Off.” Mouth suddenly dry, Jesse stood up. Was this really happening? It was a plot out of a bad porno, he was sure. He was dreaming! No way was his attractive boss demanding he take his pants off in response to her saving his job. “Well,” She quirked a brow and nodded to his belt. “Are you going to do it, or do I need to call John down here to start working on termination paperwork.” Jesse’s hands were on his belt the next second. His fingers shook as they fiddled with the loops and his cock already started to harden in his boxers. “M-Ma’am, Are we going to-” His question was halted as she suddenly shot forward and smacked his hands away from his belt. Her perfectly manicured fingers pulled at the belt until it dangled open. His pants slackened slightly on his hips. She didn’t stop there, unbuttoning his pants and sliding his fly down with ease. The pants pooled on the floor, his tented boxers left to hide his dick from his boss’ view. Her severe look didn’t change as she looked from his crotch to his face. Her legs uncrossed and her thighs parted. The skirt she wore rode higher on her thighs until he could almost see what color panties she wore. “Come here.” Jesse didn’t need to be told twice as he stepped into the space left between her thighs. His cock brushed against her skirt and would have left a smear of pre-cum had it not already been soaked up by his boxers. Jesse ducked his head to meet her lips, but found himself suddenly knocked off balance and turning. His fall was caught by the hard wooden desk and a firm hand came to press down on his spine to keep him from getting back up. “T-Tamera?” He asked in confusion only to feel a sudden sting radiate from his backside that startled a yelp out of him. His knees went weak but his weight was supported by the desk and hand holding him to it. “What did you just call me?” He heard Miss Tammy’s voice seethe in his ear. “Tamera?” Another sting brought out a hiss of pain. “Fuck!” Another SWAT. And he suddenly realized what was happening. He was being spanked! “Don’t you swear at me, boy!” Miss Tammy scolded. “You come into my office and beg me to save your naughty ass, you don’t get to swear at me.” “I’m sorry, Miss Tammy!” He gasped and yelped at another SWAT as it descended. The pain was fierce now. A sharp throb in his ass cheeks as she had been alternating which one she hit. “You’ve lost that privilege to, naughty little boy!” “Please!” He gasped as three spanks rained on his ass. How a hand as gentle and small as hers could create such force, he wasn’t sure. “I’m sorry!” “Tell Mommy how sorry you are,” Miss Tammy sneered. “Tell Mommy!” “I’m so sorry-” Three more spanks and Jesse felt his legs dance in place on the carpet. “Mommy!” The word was startled out of him as quickly as the blows stopped. A whimper tumbled from his lips as he anticipated another that didn’t come. “Say it again,” Miss Tammy’s gentle voice came once more. “Tell Mommy how sorry you are for being a naughty boy.” “I’m so sorry, Mommy,” Jesse’s lip quivered and he found himself dangerously close to tears once more. Air brushed against his red-hot ass and he rushed to continue before the blow came. “I’m sorry for being a naughty boy, Mommy!” “That’s better,” She sighed and the firm hand on his back loosened. He didn’t dare move though. “You like being my good boy, yeah?” “Yes, Mommy,” Jesse nodded, his hot face gaining relief from the cold surface of the desk. The hand on his back lifted and Jesse heard her sit back down. “Come here, baby.” Standing up and turning around, Jesse’s gaze dropped to Miss Tammy’s crotch. He had no idea when she’d taken her skirt off, but it lay on the floor near his pants. Her red lace panties were out on display for him to see. His eyes jumped from her pussy lips peaking from the thin fabric to her eyes staring at him intently. The red of her panties matched the red of her glasses, he realized. “Kneel right here for Mommy,” She pointed right between her legs and Jesse didn’t even register the burn of the carpet on his bare knees as he complied. This close, he could see where he slick was darkening the crotch of her panties. Could practically smell her arousal. His dick, having softened rapidly at the spanking, thickened up despite the residual throbs of his ass. “You took your punishment like a good little boy,” She commented and his eyes darted back up to see her smirking. Her thighs parted just a little more and her back bowed to push her hips closer to the edge of the chair. “Does baby like what he sees?” “Yes, Mommy,” Jesse nodded. Licking his lips. He could count on one hand the number of women he’d been with. And the things he did with them were mounting up to be laughably vanilla in comparison to this roleplay. He couldn’t say it wasn’t exciting even with how confusing it was. “Well,” She sighed and pushed her hips forward again. “Go on.” Needing no other invitation, Jesse found himself devouring the feast right in front of him. He pulled her panties to the side and with what he lacked in experience, he hoped he made up for in eagerness. Miss Tammy’s legs came to rest on his shoulders and her hand tangled in his hair. He didn’t know how long he ate her out, but he did so feverishly, chasing the slick from between her lips to the bud of her clit. Occasionally, he’d secure his lips in a suck around it, earning a sharp tug of his hair and an appreciative moan from Miss Tammy- Mommy. “Mommy’s gonna cum, baby,” She panted. If possible, Jesse redoubled his efforts. Digging his tongue deep into her folds til his chin was covered in her taste, he couldn’t help a mirrored moan with her as she pulled him close through her trembling orgasm. Jesse didn’t stop until the hand in his hair was pulling him away from her twitching cunt instead of closer. Her knees trembled on his shoulders. Rocking his own hips forward, Jesse felt his cock was begging for attention in his boxers. But when his hand reached down from where it rested against the outside of Mommy’s- Miss Tammy’s thigh to stroke himself off, her hand tightened in his hair once more. “Did I give you permission to touch yourself?” She scolded breathlessly. “N-No, Mommy,” Jesse whimpered, hand coming back to rest on her thigh. “That’s right,” She nodded and slowly slid her legs off his shoulder. She reached over and slid open her side desk drawer and pulled out a package of baby wipes. “Bring me my trashcan.” Slowly, Jesse stood up from his kneeled position and retrieved the wastebasket on the other side of the desk. Miss Tammy was using the baby wipes to wipe her pussy lips down and had since slipped her panties off. The panties remained in her hand when she tossed the wipes in the trash and she reached for his boxers. Thinking it was his turn to cum, Jesse helped her by shimmying them off, awkwardly pulling the fabric down past his shoes. He didn’t expect Miss Tammy to hold out her damp panties for him to step into, but when he looked into her eyes, she wasn’t bluffing. As he thought before, a seriously weird roleplay. But he couldn’t deny it was pretty hot. Before the panties were pulled up to his crotch, Jesse gasped as a cold wipe was pressed against his hard-on. “That’s it,” Miss Tammy smirked. “Shrink back down.” It took a few cold wipes before his dick was soft once more, although the thrum of arousal was still present. She pulled her panties up his thigh, his dick actually fitting in the small pocket in the front, although the fabric slid up the crack of his ass uncomfortably. “Put your pants back on.” She demanded. Jesse turned around, receiving a playful swat to his aching backside, and grabbed his pants from the floor. Miss Tammy helped him button and zip his pants and secure his belt once more. “Those will stay on for the rest of the day and you will come to my home instead of yours after work, understood?” “Yes, Ma’am,” Jesse spoke softly. “It’s Mommy whenever it’s just you and I,” She informed. “Understood?” “Yes, Mommy,” Jesse corrected and watched her slip her skirt back on and rebutton her blouse to hide her bra- wait…had she done that on purpose? “You’re free to return to work, baby,” She said in her usual professional tone. “Go on.” Jesse was stunned. That was it? Miss Tammy made a shooing motion with her hand and Jesse slowly shuffled to the door, the fabric of her panties digging into his skin teasingly. “See you tonight…Mommy,” He muttered and dipped out of the room. Taking a detour to the bathroom, not to take off the panties, but to fix his hair and wipe the cum from his lips. Just what did he get himself into?

Ooo! This sounds fun, and I already have ideas brewing. 😈

Diapered on a Camping Trip: Chapter 1 A/N: Here's another story with a slightly different plot than my previous ones. This story focuses on a pre-established Diaper Lover who admits his love of diapers to his rommmate and his rommmate's girlfriend! They all plan a camping trip together, little does he know the couple has more plans for him than roasting marshmallows. General warnings for this story: Sissy activity, dubious consent with regression, wetting diapers, messing diapers. Possible warnings for future chapters that I may or may not get into are: Breastfeeding, enemas, humiliation, and sexual content. I hope you all enjoy! Telling his roommate (and his roommate's girlfriend by proxy) about his diapers was the greatest thing Steven had ever done, he thought as he stacked his suitcase in the back of said roommate's car. At first, it was just out of necessity. After moving out of his parents’ house and into the apartment with his best friend Hayden, Steven was nearly bursting at the seams to finally indulge in his little quirk. The only hang-up was doing it where Hayden wouldn’t see it. Steven ordered his first case of diapers as soon as the last box was unpacked and waited anxiously for it to arrive. “Hey, I have a package coming,” Steven told Hayden casually that morning. “If it shows up before I’m home can you put it in my room?” “Yeah, sure, no sweat,” Hayden said, more focused on making breakfast than questioning what was in the package at all. This continued for the first few months they lived together. Steven occasionally ran into issues disposing of his used diapers discreetly, but that was the only hurdle. That is until Amelia showed up. Amelia was Hayden’s long-time girlfriend. Steven had met her and even hung out with her on a few occasions, but now that they had their own place, she was over almost every day! And she was quite insistent on pulling Steven along in their dates. If there was a movie night, she’d ask him to come watch it with them, if they were going out to dinner, she was asking him to join. It was very sweet of her in a way that didn’t make Steven feel like a third wheel, but at the same time, it encroached on his diaper time. And then it finally came to a head one day. Steven ordered his diapers as usual and waited for them to arrive. Hayden was given the same instructions to just put them on his bed. Only, Steven was mortified to come home after work one day to see Amelia and Hayden digging through his box of diapers right in the living room. Both their heads turned toward him like sharks in freshly chummed water and Steven could barely keep himself from walking out. “Why would you open my mail?!” He cried out in offense, face burning red and charging toward his room. He didn’t care about collecting his diapers right at that moment. He just wanted to hide and never resurface again. Only, Amelia stepped in front of his door with her arms spread wide. “Don’t be mad at Hayden!” She cried, eyes watering. “It was my fault. I ordered some makeup pallets to be delivered here and I thought the package was mine without even looking at the label.” She often had makeup delivered to their apartment so that it didn’t sit out in the sun on her porch. Steven didn’t even think about the possibility of her opening his diapers by mistake. Still, the shame burned bright within him. “Move. I want to go to my room.” He pouted, looking down at his shoes so that he didn’t have to look her in the eyes. “Hey, man,” Hayden’s voice called from the couch. “Let’s talk this out, okay? We promised to resolve every conflict before going to our rooms.” That was one of the conditions they created when they moved in together… Steven gave a shaky sigh and plopped onto the couch farthest away from the open box. That night, he explained his diaper inclination to the pair, encouraged by their curious glances without a hint of judgment. And, much to his relief, they were quite accepting of it. To the point where Amelia packed his box back up with care and offered to carry it back into his room. “I think these are the cutest,” She couldn’t help but mention, pointing to the case on top that had little lions on it. “Are you going to wear one tonight?” “Uh,” Steven had stuttered. He did plan on wearing that night, but it was something different to tell her that. “Maybe…” “Don’t be shy if you do,” She said sweetly. “We were planning to watch some movies tonight and I’d hate for you to be too embarrassed to join us. Okay?” And Steven did. From then on, he wasn’t shy about his diaper-wearing around the couple. And everything went back to normal…just with a little bit of diapers involved. And so, as Steven loaded his luggage in the back of Hayden’s car, he couldn’t help but think it was an amazing thing that Amelia opened that box. Because now they were going on a week-long camping trip, he was encouraged to bring his diapers along for the whole trip. Amelia, the sweet woman that she was, even bought a diaper bag to store extra diapers and supplies in for the 12-hour trip to the campsite. Her eyes had been wide with glee as she picked a handful of diapers from his stash to fill the bag with, adding in a bottle of baby powder, wipes, and cream “just in case” she said sweetly. The trio loaded into the car with excitement buzzing all around. Only, Steven blinked in surprise as Hayden followed him to the back seat and made sure his seatbelt was buckled up tightly. “Just making sure you put it on,” He said casually. “Do you need a diaper change before we go?” Steven’s face burned red. “No! I just put this one on!” He said shyly, shifting around to hear the faint crinkling of the thick diaper as if to prove his point. Not deterred at all, Hayden reached down and pulled the front of Steven’s basketball shorts open to peer at the front of his diaper. “Hayden!” Steven cried out embarrassed. “Calm down, I’m just making sure,” Hayden said dismissively, letting the waistband go with a snap. “Diaper butt dry and ready for a roadtrip,” He announced to Amelia. “I wonder for how long that will last,” Amelia giggled much to Steven’s protest. “I can hold it!” Steven denied. “I think he won’t last an hour,” Hayden bet as if Steven hadn’t spoke. “I give him two hours,” Amelia said kindly. “But Steven you have to tell us when you need a change so we know which of us is right.” “I-” Steven stuttered. “No!” “Are you just going to sit in a wet diaper the entire 12 hours?” She asked with concern, making Steven feel just slightly like an asshole. “Baby, that’s bad for your skin!” Head ducking down, Steven muttered, “I’ll say something.” “Yay!” Amelia cheered. __________ Hayden was right, though. Steven barely lasted 45 minutes down the road before his bladder was twitching. It must have been his overzealous diaper usage because he didn’t remember holding his pee taking so much effort. And it didn’t help that Amelia was handing him small bottles of juice from the diaper bag to sip on as the minutes ticked by. Steven’s first wetting happened 48 Minutes into the drive. Embarrassed, and slightly spiteful, Steven kept his mouth shut. He put on enough baby powder and the diaper was thick enough that he was sure it could hold another wetting with no problem. That wetting came followed by 3 more bottles of juice and another wetting only 40 minutes later. Just what was the deal with all this pee? He’d never gone twice in the same two hour span! As the 2 hour marker approached, Amelia and Hayden kept making glances at him from the front seat. But Steven was determined to keep his mouth shut until the first rest stop. “That’s two hours!” Amelia said proudly and unbuckled her seatbelt. Steven watched her confused as the car was still moving. Only, for his surprise, she climbed over the center console and slid into the back seat with him! Her hands fiddled until they unbuckled his seatbelt. But the swell of his diaper was obvious even though the thin basketball shorts. “We have a wet one back here!” She giggled. “Amelia-” Steven tried to protest but was shushed. Amelia pushed and shoved Steven until he was laying down across the back seat and her hands yanked down his basketball shorts without hesitation. “Oh, he’s super wet!” She laughed. Kneeling over him, Amelia pulled up both of Steven’s knees to expose the butt of his diaper. If he wasn’t wearing it, he’d have everything out on display! “This is definitely two wettings. Maybe even three!” “No!” Steven tried to deny only for Amelia’s hand to rest on the front of his diaper and squeeze. “I think so, baby,” She smirked. “You little fibber. I should wash your mouth out with soap! Hayden, toss me the diaper bag.” The diaper bag was tossed back with an answering laugh causing Steven to hide his face in his hands. “Amelia, stop it!” “Stop what?” She asked, rooting around in the diaper bag before pulling out a clean diaper. “I’m not doing anything wrong. I’m just changing a baby’s soaked little pamper.” Steven felt his stomach drop but also his heart flutter. Oh god. There was no way she was actually doing what she said she was. They were in a car! There were no cars around, sure, but they were in a car and she wanted to change him! She never changed him before! And now she suddenly wanted to in a car?! What the hell was going on?!

I am not trans fem, but welcome! Hope you find what you're looking for.

From Tenant to Baby: BONUS Sick Day: Chapter 3 Author Note: This is the final installment of this little plot line! I have one more plot point that's probably only good for a single chapter dealing with Jordan's college graduation. If anyone had any other plot they wanted me to explore more I'd be happy to hear it and would possibly elaborate into a small snippet! Without further ado: Here's the story! Jordan’s diaper change was a quick affair with Derek carrying him out to the kitchen in no time. Jordan had no time to be embarrassed about the high chair as a hug from Mel nearly smothered him. “My poor baby!” She cried out, petting Jordan’s hair as his head rested on her shoulder. “I heard you were feeling icky today.” “I feel a lil’ better,” Jordan tried to assure her, but that only brought a sympathetic coo. When she finished her fretting, Derek wasted no time in depositing him into the high chair at the end of the table. It was a strange feeling to be sitting in a high chair with three adults actively doting on him. Jordan couldn’t help but blush as he let out a small whine as his binky was pulled from his lips. “I know, Baby,” Mel soothed and slipped a thermometer under his tongue. “Let Mommy get your temperature first and then you can have some warm food, okay?” Jordan couldn’t talk with the thermometer in his mouth, but watched from the corner of his eye as Andrew poured some juice into a new sippy cup and topped it off with water. Meanwhile, Derek was scooping out bowls of soup. When the thermometer beeped, Mel slipped it from Jordan’s mouth and tisked about what was on the screen. “Still a slight fever. Nothing some broth and a nice bath can’t fix.” Everyone else received delicious-looking soup with long noodles and chicken chunks in it, but Jordan was slightly disappointed to receive a bowl of only the broth. “I want noodles too,” He couldn’t help but pout, looking to Mel. Surely, she’d crack and want to cater to his wishes. “You can have a few bites from Mommy’s bowl, but you don’t want to eat anything too heavy, Sweetheart,” She said as everyone took their seats. Mel and Derek sat on either side of Jordan. And, much to Jordan’s embarrassment, they took turns holding a spoon for him to eat from rather than letting him eat by himself. As promised, Mel slipped a few noodles from her own bowl into the spoon he ate from, but none of the chicken chunks or other vegetables. Even the small bowl they made for him seemed to be too much as he started to turn his head away from the oncoming spoon. “Are you sure, buddy?” Derek asked softly. “Are you starting to feel sick again?” “Full,” Jordan told him simply. Although, the food was sitting heavy in his stomach. He realized, that perhaps he shouldn’t have asked for noodles off Mel’s plate. “I’ll go get the bath ready,” Andrew said, dismissing himself from the table and collecting his, much larger, empty bowl and Jordan’s partially finished bowl. Derek and Mel chatted softly to each other as they finished their food. Jordan left to his thoughts, and slowly sipping on the sippy cup, realizing the watered-down juice was exactly what he needed as the juice would have been too sweet otherwise. Just how did these three know how to take care of him better than he did? When the bath was ready, Andrew returned to the kitchen to do the dishes and Mel offered to put the leftover food away while Derek bathed Jordan. Of course, this was all a decision made without Jordan’s input. And pretty soon, he was being sat on the bathroom counter so that Derek could unzip his sleeper to deposit him warm, bubbly bath. “M’ sorry,” Jordan couldn’t help but mumble as a thought occurred to him. “Sorry for what, bubs?” Derek asked him to clarify while he tossed the sleeper into the dirty clothes hamper. Jordan looked down at his lap, or more accurately, the pristine dry diaper he currently wore. He’d just been changed before lunch and there was no way he would have time to use it again before the bath. “Wasting diapers,” He didn’t know how much they cost, but he didn’t want to waste it on a 30-minute meal. Rather than accept his apology, however, Derek seemed to get a wicked little smile on his face. “Oh, baby, there’s nothing to apologize for. But if you want, I can think of a way to get some use out of your diaper before your bath.” Jordan’s confused look seemed to be enough of an encouragement as Derek reached under the sink into a cabinet and pulled out a small hose. It only took a few clicks with the sink faucet before the hose was dripping a small dribble of water. Derek didn’t elaborate further, waiting for Jordan to understand. And when he did, Jordan was sure his face was bright red. “Oh…” The hose was gently slipped down the front of Jordan’s diaper, its flexible material leaving it barely even perceptible as it touched his skin. But he most definitely noticed the immediate warmth of water soaking into the front of his diaper. Derek had mentioned this before, he remembered. “You look absolutely adorable,” Derek praised and Jordan was distracted from looking down at his diaper while it filled to look up at Derek’s besotted eyes. “Just didn’t want to waste,” Jordan mumbled, looking toward the bath instead. “There’s no such thing as waste. You could never use a single diaper I put you in and that would be okay with me, Jordan,” Derek told him softly. “And some littles are like that. And that’s exactly why I have this whole set-up.” He patted the front of the slowly swelling diaper. “I accommodate nearly all little needs. There’s nothing you could say, or ask for, or need, that I’m not 100% prepared to give.” Derek leaned closer, pulling Jordan into a hug. Unconsciously, Jordan’s legs wrapped around Derek’s waist and Derek used it as an opportunity to scoop him into his arms. “I just worry sometimes,” Jordan sighed, accepting the comfort as it is readily given. “I don’t wanna ask for too much.” “No such thing,” Derek assured. Jordan could feel the diaper slowly absorb all the water. The front grew heavier and swelled to the point he was sure he couldn’t close his legs if he were sitting down, and the feeling slowly crept up the back to his bottom. He was slightly worried about leaking until Derek turned the sink faucet off and slipped the hose from Jordan’s diaper. “Oh my goodness,” Derek cooed in a warm tone. “My baby’s soaked!” Letting out an embarrassed whine, Jordan buried his head in Derek’s shoulder and gripped tightly to his shirt as Derek chuckled. “Sweetheart, it’s okay,” He soothed. “That’s why Daddy has you in diapers.” To prove his point, the man slipped a hand down to pat Jordan’s bottom with an embarrassing sound as it made contact with the waterlogged material. “I just might have to put you in thicker ones.” “Daddyyy,” Jordan whined out softly. “What is it, baby?” Derek teased, bouncing Jordan so he could feel the padding pressing against his private area more. Derek knew exactly why Jordan was whining. “Use your big boy words.” “You did it.” Jordan tried to argue only to receive another chuckle and pat. “I don’t think so, baby, you’re the one all soggy and last I checked,” Derek paused to sit Jordan back down on the counter, his smile growing when Jordan gasped at the audible squish. “You’re the only baby here!” “Andrew,” Jordan pointed out. “Nope! Andrew’s being a very big boy and wearing big boy undies and using the potty by himself.” “Mmmm,” Jordan hummed, without an answer. “Mmm,” Derek mocked sweetly. But it seemed he wasn’t done teasing Jordan yet. “So how about you ask Daddy to change your soggy diaper so you can take a bath and go watch some more TV, yeah?” “Daddy,” Jordan whined again. “Please?” Jordan wished he had his pacifier. Something to hide behind so that he didn’t have to play along with this embarrassing little game. “Please what, baby?” Derek asked encouragingly. “Speak up, use your big boy words.” Shyly, and full of a squirming ball of nerves, Jordan couldn’t help but suck his thumb into his mouth to mimic the comfort of his binky. “Daddy,” He lisped around the thumb, watching as Derek’s eyes lit up brighter than stars. It would always surprise Jordan just how into this whole baby thing Derek was. And darn if he wasn’t just as taken with it all. “Daddy c’n you p’ease change my diaper? M’ all soggy…” He felt his legs shuffle nervously. “Of course, my sweet precious boy,” Derek said softly. Jordan was relieved of his diaper, it was thrown in the trash with an audible thud, and Jordan was settled in the warm bubble bath. His thumb was still settled in his mouth but was replaced with a pacifier Derek pulled out of a drawer. Derek was always prepared for everything, Jordan thought happily. After his bath, Jordan was wrapped in a large towel and carried back to the nursery. He watched from the changing table as Derek pulled another diaper and two boosters from the drawers below. He was changed into the thick diaper with quick efficiency. “What does my baby want to wear, hm?” Derek asked Jordan, standing beside the changing table to pet Jordan’s hair from his face. Jordan didn’t know what possessed him to reach out and tug on Derek’s shirt, but something about it just felt right. A sense of comfort washed over him as Derek didn’t hesitate to strip his shirt off and pull it over Jordan’s shoulders. The fabric was warm on his skin and smelled like Derek’s cologne. It was two sizes too big for him and was more like a gown, but it felt perfect. A happy coo escaped from Jordan as Derek pulled him into a tight hug. “I love you so much, Jordan,” Derek said softly. “L’ve you too, Daddy,” Jordan responded immediately. Jordan was soon carried back to the living room where Mel was waiting on the couch. She held her hands out excitedly for Jordan to be deposited in her lap and barely spared a glance at Derek’s naked chest. “Here’s my cutie pie!” She smiled. “All snug in Daddy’s clothes, huh?” “Uh huh,” Jordan hummed. “Do you mind if I go take a quick shower?” Derek asked pointing back down the hall. “Take your time, Der,” Mel assured. “We’ll be here watching a movie when you return.” Jordan watched Derek disappear down the hall and only whined a little bit until Mel started the movie and distracted him with a few well-placed tickles to his belly. “Roo can you bring me the thermometer again?” Mel asked, pulling a blanket from the back of the couch to drape over Jordan. Jordan was hard-pressed to relinquish his pacifier long enough to accept the thermometer. Mel gave him the pacifier back after the thermometer beeped and he didn’t even listen to the results. But there was movement in the corner of his eye as Andrew carried in a wicker woven platform. It was strange looking. Andrew placed it in the center of the living room and disappeared only to return with a large cushion to place on top of it. The last detail was a brightly colored arch with dangling plastic charms. It was a baby chair, Jordan realized in surprise. But it was adult-sized. Seeing the interest on his face, Mel giggled. “Roo, put the baby in his chair.” Andrew had no issue picking Jordan up and laying him onto the chair gently. By the time Derek returned, Jordan was blissed out on the baby chair watching the bright colors of a movie flickering passed. Derek smiled leaving only long enough to come back with a pair of baby booties for Jordan’s bare feet. “His temperature is normal,” Mel informed him. “Good,” Derek sighed with relief. “I was worried.” “No reason to be. You really didn’t need our help. You could have had this all by yourself.” “I appreciated it though,” Derek said emphatically. “Really.” “That’s what friends are for,” Mel said softly. “Anything for the sweet baby.”

UPDATE: I've now been on testosterone for 3 months exactly. It's been a great experience and very euphoric for me. The changes have been minimal in the grand scheme, but after consulting with my provider, she's agreed to raising my weekly dosage! Such good news to hear during pride month!

I ordered some diapers (BunnyHops and Little Kings) for my birthday recently and they should be arriving on Monday! I haven't even told my boyfriend about it, but I hope to get some good pictures and videos to send him as a surprise. I put in a couple of days worth of PTO for when they do arrive and I'm excited to have an extended diaper experience rather than a "one-and-done" sporadically whenever I get an off day. I think one of the things I'm most excited to try is wearing a diaper to its capacity. I've thought about even trying messing because the idea is appealing but I don't think the clean up will be as fun 😅 And of course I'm going to play a bunch of video games and relax on my days off 💜

I'll be playing Dungeons & Dragons with my friends on Sunday. And perhaps doing some early birthday celebrating tonight!

That's really sweet!

I have Hozier's discography playing, but right now it's 'To Noise Making (Sing)' The Song Hopefully trying to shake some writing inspiration from it. 😁

Little treats are what's important in dieting. Those that try to stick hard and fast to their diet always end up breaking it first! I totally see what you mean about protein. I've learned to stay away from a lot of store bought protein shakes because they tend to have too many sugars. My trifecta for lots of protein after a day at the gym are: Yogurt, beans, or eggs. Yogurt and eggs are quick snacks packed with lots of protein. And beans are often very filling when paired as a side.

I'm currently trying to lose some weight as well. Mostly due to my unhealthy eating habits. I downloaded a calorie tracker app and it really helps me see the choices I'm making. The first week was the hardest of all because it seemed like I went over my calorie budget for the day in a single meal. But 3 weeks in, I'm down 10lbs and I've been able to have 3 meals through the day. A lot of it is portion control to be honest. I can still eat the things I like. But just in moderation. And taking daily walks helps a lot! This is a weightloss tip I heard from my coworker that's a bit unorthodox but it's something. Donating plasma is something you can do twice a week and your body burns like 500 calories every visit. It's also a good way to earn pocket money. When I first donated, they were doing a newbie bonus with 800 dollars for a months worth of donations. Although I understand not everyone can do that because of health reasons and general phobia of needles. Wishing you luck on your weightloss journey!

I love when Pride Month comes around every year. Not only is it a time for representation, but it's just an entire month full of positivity for the community! I'm hopeful going to attend an event this year for the first time. I hope everyone else's Pride Month is spectacular. ❤️

I will say, as someone who's only been on Testosterone for 1.5 months, taking lower doses is definitely something you can do. I take subcutaneous injections (into my fat) weekly and my dose is purposefully smaller due to my starting dose. That being said, I've already noticed some changes. I'm attaching a photo of the chart my doctor gave to me about transition stuff. But keep in mind, this table changes based off your method intake. I've heard those that use daily Testosterone gel have much slower progress. And, if you were to ever see a doctor, they'd work with you based off your transition goals to find the best dose and method for you. I've definitely seen some enby folks take testosterone and achieve an androgynous appearance. And there's things you can do to attain masculine features without medication. Vocal training, weight lifting, and a natural testosterone boosting diet are all ways to achieve a "natural" transition.

Positive Reinforcement (CH 1) A/N: Just a cute and short little thing I wrote this morning before getting out of bed. "Shit!" Ronan found himself startled awake by the loud exclamation beside him. His body moved on instinct as he kicked away the sheets and shot out of bed. His eyes darted over to the source of the cry, his boyfriend Austin. "What's wrong?!" He demanded, looking around for some unknown assailant. But they were alone. "What happened?!" Austin's head was bent forward, staring down at himself in disbelief. Ronan's eyes followed his gaze only to see a large dark patch covering the front of his grey sweatpants. "Austin? What happened? Are you okay?" He asked, voice full of concern. "I think..." Austin trailed off. "I think I just pissed the bed?" He said confused beyond measure. Ronan watched him run a hand over the wet patch and sniff his fingers before flinching. "Fuck. Yeah...Why the hell did that happen?" He asked rhetorically, more in disbelief than anything else. "Hmph," Ronan huffed. "I have no clue. But-" He cut himself off with a yawn. "Go rinse off while I change the sheets. It's like 3am." It didn't take long for Ronan to change the sheets as, luckily, the wetness hasn't had time to soak into the mattress yet. The sheets were due for a wash anyway, he told himself after starting the washer. The second set came down from the closet in time for Austin to help him remake the bed. And soon enough they were both back to sleep. Ronan pulled Austin close to him as they both drifted off, peppering kisses along his shoulder and the back of his neck. If their roles were reversed, he'd feel pretty embarrassed. But from his position, it was just one accident. Austin was probably beating himself up for it already. No need to make it worse. Ronan didn't even bring it up the next day. --- Until it happened again that night. Austin had tears in his eyes as he shook Ronan awake. Ronan, of course, grumbled the entire time. "What?" He asked, brow furrowing as he saw Austin's distress again. "We- we gotta change the sheets," Austin's voice cracked. "Again." Ronan gave a heavy sigh but hopped out of bed and shooed Austin off to shower while he changed the sheets again. Like before, he made sure to pull Austin in for a cuddle as they both climbed back into bed. "I'm so sorry, Row," Austin whispered, as if talking normally would break whatever spell Ronan was under to make him so calm. "I don't know why this is happening." "We'll figure something out, Sweetheart. Don't worry," Ronan kissed his blushing skin. --- It happened again the next night. Only, Ronan was late to the game as Austin had made a pallet on the floor "just in case". It was only after hearing Austin's sniffling cries as he dug out more sleep clothes from their dresser that he work up. "Ausie?" Ronan called out. "Did it happen again?" "Y-yeah," Austin's sad voice came. "Let me get the washer going-" "I did already." Ronan paused, "And you showered?" "Yeah..." Ronan nodded. "Then come here, Sweetheart." He said and opened his arms. "Are you sure you want me in the bed? What if...?" Austin trailed off with a wobbling voice. "None of that," Ronan tried to be reassuring. "The odds of a other accident are slim. And even if you did have another accident, I don't care. I'm not letting you sleep on the floor with no blankets." "...Okay," Austin hesitantly climbed up on the bed and laid rigidly beside Ronan. It took more cuddles and kisses before he relaxed, but soon enough they were both asleep. --- It didn't have to happen again before Ronan found a solution the next day. He was out doing their usual grocery shopping and just had the idea to check near the baby aisle to see if there was anything to lessen bedwetting. There were large pads that wouldn't help the laundry problem, there were adult briefs that emphasized "leak protection", and there were teen pull-ups. Granted, Austin was a little smaller of a guy. His weight was just slightly off the range the pull-ups advertised, but Ronan grabbed a pack anyway. Of course, there was a pack that looked like "regular" undies, but Ronan couldn't help but grab the super hero themed ones instead. It's not as if Austin would know of his choice. Ronan told himself the entire way home that it wasn't making fun of Austin's accidents. It was making fun OUT OF Austin's accidents. Making lemonade out of lemons. Seeing the bright side of a shady situation. That was all. Of course, he had to backpedal quite a bit when he asked Austin if they could talk when they got home. Austin looked seconds away from crying as his face paled. "Y-you...you want to leave me...don't you?" "Oh! Nononono!" Ronan quickly responded, dropping the shopping bag to the floor and rushing over to give Austin a hug. "Not at all, Darling! I swear!" Austin gave into his tears and Ronan soothed him through them. Only when he was sure Austin was okay did he finally pull away and bring a damp cloth from the kitchen to wipe his tear-stained face. "I didn't mean to scare you, baby," Ronan soothed. "I wouldn't leave you just because of some accidents." "I thought...you got sick of me..." Austin admitted softly. "Never," Ronan pushed as much truth as he could into the words. "I just wanted to say I might have found a possible solution..." "Oh?" --- Austin gave a hesitant look as he was holding the pull-ups, but agreed to try them for a few night in case the problem persisted. That night, Ronan sat on the edge of the bed as Austin got changed. He watched him pull the pull-up up his legs and slide it into place. All in all, they fit pretty well. A little tugging and adjusting, but in the end they looked fine. Cute even, Ronan thought to himself. "How does it feel?" Ronan asked, watching as Austin stood in front of the mirror to inspect himself. "A little tight, but not bad," He answered honestly. "How does it look?" "Actually kind of cute," Ronan chuckled, watching Austin's eyes widen in surprise. "Really?" Ronan nodded, reaching out for Austin to come closer. When he did, Ronan patted him on his padded behind. It wasn't much padding at all, he noticed. "Hopefully they won't leak." "Um...we could...uh," Austin stumbled over his own words, face heating up in a blush. "We could..." Ronan encouraged with another playful pat. "We could poke a hole and... put another on top?" It was a smart idea. And when they did so the padding looked more suitable for a grown man's wetting. Ronan held hope they wouldn't have to change the sheets tonight. --- The pull-ups worked well. Neither one was woken up by the bed getting wet, and were able to sleep through the whole night. Ronan stretched and let out a pleasant groan before watching Austin do the same. "How'd your pull-up work out?" He asked as if he didn't already know. But it was cute, he realized, to watch Austin pull down the front of his pajama pants to expose his well used and swelled up pull-up. "Oh, man," He said in calm disbelief. "I'm soaked." "Yeah?" Ronan's hand was reaching over to cup the still-warm padding. He could feel both layers were full to capacity and felt grateful they'd decided to put Austin in two. "Yeah, buddy, I'd say you are pretty soaked." At those words, Ronan could feel Austin's penis twitch under his hand. Of course, it was the morning and Austin was always a victim of morning wood... that could mean anything... and Ronan felt he could use a little...positive reinforcement. Rubbing his hand gently over the swollen padding, as if he was testing for leaks, Ronan spoke, "You did a good job using your pull-ups instead of wetting the bed." Austin's body shivered. His hands fisted in the sheets as if trying to control himself. "Yeah?" He hummed inquisitive. "Such a good boy for me, Aussie," Ronan continued, leaning into the praise kink he knew Austin already possessed. When Austin came, it was into the soaked layers of padding, his hips twitching and lips parting in a gasp. It was the quickest orgasm Ronan had ever seen from him. They didn't talk about it, but later, as Austin was showering, Ronan put out his clothes for the day and added one of the pull-ups. Already deciding to pick up a large pack that afternoon. And if Austin did nothing but smile shyly as he slipped the pull-up on under his clothes...well... that was their business.

Got another story idea that I might not get to lol Male MC (shocker I know). He's the youngest of his siblings who are all pretty successful in their own careers (corporate workers/entrepreneurs/expanding family). He's dreading an extended family vacation for the holidays because he feels his accomplishments don't measure up. He works from home trying to build his art career while his female roommate stays the typical "breadwinner". She's coming with him on the trip, of course. And his family constantly makes jokes about her being his girlfriend. Although he thinks she's just too cool to be with a "loser" like him. Unbeknownst to him, she's been dipping into a little think called hypnosis. She puts him in a trance on the airplane to keep him calm on the flight, and without him knowing, starts slipping in small conditions. They share a bed at the lodge because his parents didn't realize they weren't dating, but she doesn't seem to mind. Only for his horror, he ends up wetting the bed that night. She comforts him through changing the sheets and his clothes and her clothes. He gets flustered trying not to watch her change while still wearing his piss soaked pajamas. She appears in their room the next night with a package of diapers, using his shame at the accident to get him to wear one to bed, even going so far as to diaper him herself. The accidents continue until there's almost a daytime accident as well. Just the slow regression of a man who doesn't think he has a chance with his attractive roommate. But she's VERY interested in making him her little boy. This one's wouldn't be a feel good platonic story. It would definitely have the romance factor and most likely a little sexual content with a heaping dose of humiliation. Mommy kink, nursing kink, hypnosis, and all that jazz. I really wish I had the time to do this one. ☺️

From Tenant to Baby: BONUS Sick Day: Chapter 2 Author Note: It's hard to believe it's been more than a year since I've updated this story, but I've been extremely busy with a lot of things. Although, most of this chapter was already written and in my WIP folder on my computer I just needed to add a little more and polish it up! Hope you all enjoy! Derek woke to the sounds of pain emanating from the boy sleeping on his lap. At first, he didn’t remember the hours previously. The fact that he was asleep sitting on his couch was confusing, but the heat radiating from Jordan’s forehead brought everything back into sharp focus. Looking down, he saw that Jordan was still asleep, although fitful. As much as he hated to wake the boy up, he feared the mess he’d have to clean up if he didn’t. Derek ran his hand gently down Jordan’s chest, dislodging the tucked blanket. Immediately, his boy started to shiver. “I know, I know,” He cooed softly even though Jordan was asleep. “But you need to wake up, Bubba.” Jordan woke with a little more prodding and Derek felt his heart clench at the noise of distress he let out. If he could take all his boy’s pain and bear it himself, he’d do it in a heartbeat. It wasn’t fair that Jordan was sick in the first place. But there was nothing he could do but take care of him until the sickness ended. “Are you gonna sick up again?” He inquired as Jordan’s squirming grew more intense. His breaths were shallow and forced. For a moment, Derek watched a war in Jordan’s eyes. His poor boy didn’t want to vomit again, most likely for fear of getting the runs again. It wasn’t anything Derek hadn’t encountered or was unwilling to handle. Without waiting for an answer, Derek leaned forward and grabbed the trashcan. As soon as he lifted it within easy reach, Jordan grabbed for it. There was nothing left in the boy’s stomach. But that didn’t stop him from retching. “There we go, let it all out,” Derek tried to soothe. Jordan whimpered. “Shhh, you’re gonna be alright.” He did his best to support Jordan the entire time. For a moment, he thought they could get through the incident without another accident. It seemed that Jordan thought that too. The rigid tension in his shoulders bled out with his final few convulsions. Derek could tell the exact moment it happened as Jordan’s face fell. His poor boy. He stopped vomiting but clutched the trash can close as if to hide behind it. His lip quivered, and his eyes filled with tears. He wouldn’t even meet Derek’s eyes. “Wait right here, okay, bud?” Derek encouraged. “Daddy’s gonna go grab some water to rinse your mouth.” When he received Jordan’s small nod of acknowledgment, he reluctantly got off the couch and headed for the kitchen. He took the sippy cup with him and filled it halfway with vitamin water and the rest with cool water, but also brought another small paper cup. He brought them to Jordan and waited for him to swish and spit a few times before taking the bag from the trashcan and going to throw it away. By the time he returned with a new bag, Jordan had slipped off the couch to kneel on the floor, presumably uncomfortable in his mess. Derek was silent putting the new bag in, only when he was finished did he look to Jordan and offer his hand. “Let’s get you cleaned up, baby.” Jordan’s horror flashed across his face; it was obvious he didn’t think Derek knew about his messy diaper and the sudden allusion to it was traumatic. “I’ll go shower,” He sniffled quietly, going to stand without taking Derek’s hand. His legs were shaky from his trembling and lack of energy and Derek rushed to support him. “Let me take care of you.” “No, no, no, no-” Jordan immediately started to protest but didn’t resist as Derek led him down the hall. “Derek, I’m-” Poor boy couldn’t even bring himself to say what was wrong. “I know. I don’t mind. Let me take care of you,” Derek insisted. The nursery came into view and the pair wandered inside. “It’s gross, I’m all gross and disgusting-” Jordan was quickly losing his grip on his emotions as more words became sobs than actual words. Luckily Derek was very fluent in baby babble and gibberish. “My baby is not gross or disgusting,” Derek said firmly. He scooped Jordan up and laid him down on the changing table without a preamble. “You’re feeling very icky and have an upset tummy.” He kept up the soft words, hoping that a littler headspace would help him. Jordan’s pajama pants came off easily, exposing his messy diaper to the world. Derek wanted so badly to coo at him. It wasn’t that he found messy diapers cute. It was more the loss of control that Derek enjoyed. But even then, he preferred the loss of control to be voluntary, something he could encourage and nurture. This forced sickness reaction was different and trying to encourage Jordan to do it willingly was not going to end well at the moment. Still, Derek found himself letting Jordan lay, dirty diaper exposed, on the changing table while he gathered the necessary supplies. Usually, he would just grab them as he needed them. He handed off the sippy cup of juice to give Jordan something to occupy himself with while he dipped off to the closet. He found a pair of footed sleepers and his heart melted. Both of them were adorably patterned, one in bumble bees and one in little puppies. The only difference was the zippers. One had the zipper in the front for easy access, and the other in the back. Practically, the zipper in the front would be more useful…but Derek couldn’t help but think the one that zipped in the back could help Jordan feel more helpless. “Bees or puppies, baby?” Derek called out, letting Jordan be the deciding factor even if he didn’t know exactly what he was deciding on. “Puppies.” Jordan’s soft voice answers. He was close to tears still, Derek noticed. But some part of Jordan was being soothed from Derek’s care. The puppies footed sleeper was the one with the zipper in the back…That settled that. Jordan was such a good boy while Derek changed him out of his messy diaper. He grew a little upset when his diaper was untapped and his mess exposed, but Derek kept up his soft murmurings, distracting him with his plans to make some chicken soup to help him feel better. Jordan slipped into his headspace somewhere between the words. So much so that he didn’t notice the booster added to the padding of the diaper before Derek powdered and taped it up. Derek slipped the sleeper’s feet onto Jordan, pulling them up his legs and up his arms before he heard the quiet hissing indication that the sippy cup was empty. “Uh oh,” Derek chuckled. “Uh oh…” Jordan repeated, eyes darting from where he was looking at the sun’s rays peeking through the curtains to look at Derek. His mouth still worked over the sippy cup spout, creating another hiss. “Let’s get you a binky, babe,” Derek pulled open the drawer with his collection of pacifiers and clips. “‘M binky…” “Yeah?” Derek encouraged the inane babble. “What do you say, huh?” Jordan moved as if he were going to peek into the drawer, but found it to be too much effort before he flopped back down. “Binky, Daddy.” “Alright, alright,” Derek grabbed a plain white pacifier and matching clip before clipping them to the front of Jordan’s sleeper. He helped Jordan off the changing table and almost exploded as the boy leaned most of his weight against Derek’s chest. Derek took the chance to zip the sleeper all the way up in the back. It wasn’t hard to scoop Jordan into his arms and carry him back to the living room. He was returned to his nest on the couch. “How are you feeling, baby?” Jordan’s forehead was still warm and he shivered, pulling a blanket over his shoulders. “Ick…” he answered around his pacifier. “Daddy’s gonna get you some medicine to help you feel better, okay?” Derek cooed, petting the boy’s hair. “Sippy?” Jordan’s red-rimmed eyes looked up at Derek imploringly. “Of course, you can have some more sippy,” Derek took the empty sippy cup to the kitchen and refilled it with the same mixture before returning. He found Jordan leaning over on his side on the couch staring at the black screen of the television and couldn’t help but coo. “Let me get some cartoons going for you, baby.” Reluctantly, Derek left Jordan after assuring him that he could call Derek for anything he could possibly need. The boy merely nodded, content to curl up on the couch and ride out the worst of his icky feelings. Before he grabbed the medicine, Derek sent off a quick text to Mel and Andrew to let them know about the sudden turn of events. He’d barely set his phone down before it started to ring. Quirking a brow, Derek grabbed the phone again and answered the sudden video call from Mel. “Where’s the poor baby?” Mel asked without so much as a good morning or hello. Derek could see Andrew peeking over her shoulder. “Resting on the couch right now,” Derek flipped the camera and pointed it toward the couch where Mel would be able to see Jordan’s messy hair over the back of it. “Bring him the phone, Derek,” The woman’s voice left no room for argument and Derek merely sighed before walking over to the couch. He flipped the camera back around and crouched down beside the cushion Jordan was lying on. “Hey, Bubba. Someone’s on the phone for you.” He said gently, pointing the phone up to capture both of them in the camera. Derek watched Mel’s face melt into one of concern. “Oh, Baby,” She cooed. “You don’t look so good. Feeling pretty icky?” Jordan nodded, his cheek rubbing against the couch cushion. “Tummy hurt.” “Oh, you poor thing! I bet your Daddy’s getting you some medicine, yeah?” “I was just about to when you called,” Derek informed patiently. “He hasn’t had much sleep, but he’s managing to keep some fluids down. I’m sure it’s just a bad batch of food poisoning. He’ll be right as rain in a couple of days.” “Well, hold tight and Andrew and I will be there to help out-” “Mel that really isn’t necessary-” Mel refused to let his words continue. “Derek, you have a sick baby. A few extra hands won’t hurt. Plus, the more help you have, the more you can just sit and comfort the poor thing. I’m sure this isn’t very fun for him.” Jordan let out an agreeing whimper that caused a pout on Mel’s lips and Derek couldn’t help but relent. “Okay. I’ll get the guest room ready.” “Thank you,” She smiled with satisfaction. “We’ll be there in a couple of hours, okay buddy?” “‘Kay.” Hanging up the phone, Derek sighed and stood back to his feet. “Let me go get that medicine.” Jordan was limp and pliant as Derek sat him up long enough to drink a tiny cup of medicine and latch his lips onto a straw dipped into a cup of partially watered-down juice. The next two hours passed quietly as episodes played out on the television. Derek convinced Jordan to nibble on a few saltine crackers, but the poor kid was mostly averse to consuming anything other than what came in the sippy cup. Mel and Andrew’s arrival was a quick one as they’d let themselves in without knocking. Derek had been sitting on the couch with Jordan’s head in his lap. Thankfully, Jordan fell asleep once more and didn’t stir at all with the entry of new people. Derek watched with amusement as Mel tried to keep herself from wrapping her arms around the sick boy and potentially waking him up. “He looks even worse in person,” She said sadly. “Has he felt any better?” Derek nodded. “Not much better, but he managed to keep down everything I’ve given him so far. That’s progress from this morning.” Seemingly satisfied with that answer, Mel put her things down on the armchair and headed for the kitchen. “I’m going to get started on some soup. Derek, are there any chores around the house that need to be done?” “Some dishes and some laundry, but that’s all,” Derek shrugged. “But don’t worry about it I can handle-” “Roo, you start on those and then come help me in the kitchen,” Mel ordered without care. “Yes, Ma’am!” Andrew said happily and scampered off to the laundry room. “Mel,” Derek said in exasperation. He appreciated the help, of course, but it was completely unnecessary. A simple case of food poisoning wasn’t bad enough to call in reinforcements. But Mel turned to him with her hands on her hips. “Derek. Your priority right now is that boy right there,” She pointed to Jordan. “Focus on making sure his suffering is as little as possible. We’ll handle everything else.” “I-” “Ah!” She interrupted, pointing her finger at him. “Just say thank you and leave it at that.” “...Thanks, Mel…” He said softly, relaxing his shoulders back onto the couch as Jordan snuggled closer to his stomach in his sleep. Mel tiptoed over long enough to press identical kisses to Derek and Jordan’s cheeks before heading to the kitchen. _____ Jordan woke slowly to the smell of something good wafting from the kitchen. The binky had fallen from his lips at some point but dangled from the clip on the front of his sleeper. Briefly, he debated going back to sleep, but his stomach was in less pain than before leaving him to feel how empty it also was. That, and he had to pee really bad. Apparently, all that juice had caught up to him. Shifting from where he lay, Jordan felt a hand run through his hair. He felt his body tense up in a deep stretch, his breath hitching in his throat with a groan. “Oooh, that’s a big stretch!” Derek’s voice said in amusement. Jordan felt his warm, calloused hands rub over his back as the muscles relaxed and a long sigh escaped him. “How ya feelin’, baby?” “Still bad,” Jordan rubbed at his eyes. “But less pukey.” “That’s always good. Mel’s in the kitchen finishing up some lunch for you,” Derek’s words caused Jordan to perk up, his head lifting from the man’s thigh. “Mel’s here?” “Mhm, and Andrew too.” “Why?” Jordan couldn’t help but ask with confusion. There was no event planned that he knew of, and their visit seemed like something Derek would let him know of ahead of time. “They were worried about you, buddy,” Derek informed, helping Jordan to sit up slowly and sip at the now room-temperature drink in his sippy cup. Although, feeling the twinge in his bladder, Jordan belatedly realized he shouldn’t have done that. Wetting himself was not something he often did consciously. More so, it often happened while he was sleeping or feeling especially small. He could count on one hand how often he’d actually wet himself on purpose. Derek must have picked up on Jordan’s growing discomfort as he gently pulled the boy onto his lap until Jordan could rest his head on his shoulder and Derek could continue petting down Jordan’s back. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Are you feeling like you’re going to throw up again?” “No,” Jordan sighed, sticking the nub of the pacifier back into his mouth and giving it a few reassuring suckles. This was fine. This was more than fine. Derek wouldn’t mind at all, he told himself. It was with that thought that Jordan closed his eyes and forced his muscles to relax. There was really no way to hide it from Derek as Jordan was sitting in his lap with his knees on either side of his legs. Jordan could only hide his face in his shoulder and blush as he saturated his diaper with an entire morning’s worth of water and juice. He wasn’t sure when Derek realized what was happening, but between one moment and the next Derek went from worrying that Jordan was feeling sicker to comforting him as he finished wetting himself. “You’re okay,” He soothed. “You’re such a good boy, buddy. You’re so brave. Daddy’s right here. Daddy’s going to take really good care of you.” Derek didn’t hesitate as he rested one hand under Jordan’s butt, no doubt feeling the warm soaked diaper even under the onesie snaps. But he didn’t stop and instead pushed himself off the couch while still holding Jordan securely. Jordan squirmed in embarrassment, which only encouraged Derek to start bouncing him like a fussy baby. There was no ignoring how wet he was. The diaper was soaked from back to front and had Jordan not known how high quality the diapers Derek bought were, he’d seriously be worried about it leaking. Walking down the hallway, the pair bumped into Andrew. Andrew was dressed in casual sweats and a t-shirt, far from the playful clothes Jordan was used to seeing him in. He even had his contacts in instead of wearing his glasses which was one of the major tells that he didn’t have any plans to regress. “Good morning, Jordy,” He smiled, ruffling Jordan’s hair. “I hope you’re feeling better.” “We’re gonna try to get him to eat something when I get finished changing his soggy butt. Do you mind getting the highchair out and into the kitchen for me?” Derek asked, making Jordan fidget and whine slightly in embarrassment. Which, of course, only earned him more shushes and bounces. “No problem!” Jordan watched him disappear around the corner while he was carried to the nursery, and he knew immediately just because he was feeling slightly better, the baby treatment wouldn’t cease. (Also it seems that I have forgotten how to update the topic name to reflect that a new chapter's been updated. If anyone can remind me how to do that, I'd greatly appreciate it.)

It's been almost a year since I've popped in here, but I have good news to share! On a whim I decided to try to go through Planned Parenthood for hormones because I have a fellow trans friend who highly recommended it to me. The initial appointment was nerve-wracking. But they took blood to tests and the next day I had the results and was getting a call from the nurse to go over my results. She sent the perscription over and that was that! Due to my monthly income I qualified for a program that made the appointment (labs included) only 40 bucks. And using coupons online (as I have no health insurance) I got my prescription and supplies for 35 bucks. Hard to believe starting a transition I've wanted for over a decade only takes 75 dollars. But I'm so excited!

I've had this idea bouncing around in my brain but the odds are I'll never get the time to do it let alone finish it. So here's the basic overview. Male MC (23yrs old) dealt a bad hand at life and he's done well for himself all things considered. He works at a grocery store as a stocker and his favorite coworker is headed off to college. MC himself probably dropped out of high school to work full time and is a bit envious. Coworker (18/19yrd old) mentions how his mom is gonna be pretty lonely while he's gone. Maybe MC has also mentioned his own struggles (housing or financial or something else) and Coworker mentions the idea "Hey why don't you just move into our guest room and keep my mom company while I'm gone. It's a win-win." Mom is a stricter woman and very stubborn. Hearing MC's struggles she all but demands MC moves in to give her someone to take care of. She expects MC to be a little rascal, potentially even delinquent. So she lays on the rules a little thick. To her surprise, MC is more than civilized. Babying starts slowly. Mom monitoring his hygiene (making sure he showers daily, teaching him to do his own laundry, even sitting him down and trimming his longer shaggy hair.) Maybe MC has nighttime accidents and it becomes a rule he has to sleep padded. He doesn't want to but she's been so nice so far how could he deny her? He gets new clothes that look a little immature. Of course, she picks out some nice church clothes for him as well. He may be 23 years old, but having someone to rely on to take care of him is a luxury he's never had. And she's been a mother hen her entire life and now her old baby is all grown up and now there's this new kid who needs her help. MC even starts trying to get his GED. She sets up an at home study area in the dining area with math flash cards and those cartoon phonics charts. During holiday Coworker comes back to visit and Mom lets him have a small party of his friends as long as MC doesn't drink or smoke anything. And she takes the night to go relax. Coworker slyly lets MC drink a beer on the couch next to one of his friends. She's a shy girl and MC is every bit as awkward as a young teen. But they hit it off and she doesn't seem to care when MC has to go change into his "jamies" before Mom gets back just in case so she doesn't know he's staying up past his bedtime. Just an MC that gets a lot of extra attention to make up for the profound lack of it he'd gotten before. A Mom not quite ready to stop babying her son and instead finds a more than willing participant. A student living out his dreams of being the "cool older brother figure" to his coworkers.

The Pumpkin Prince: Chapter 2 A/N: My other writing platform has been offline for over 24hrs, so here I am. Have a silly lil chapter because after July 4th means Halloween times :3 New Home “I don’t know…” He finally muttered after what felt like forever. His hands reached for the blanket draped over his shoulders and pulled it closer. “You don’t know?” Mary asked. But rather than accusatory, her voice was just curious. Nathan nodded, sitting with his back ramrod straight, trying not to lean too much onto Vlad. “I don’t- I don’t like it here,” He said honestly. He didn’t like it in his small town at all. His life was nothing special and since learning about the world under his feet, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. And every time he saw Myles around town, it was as if the man was teasing him with the knowledge that he could never be a part of that world. “But I don’t know if I’d like…the baby stuff.” “Well, your autonomy would be taken from you,” Myles quickly interrupted, trying to sew the seeds of doubt in Nathan’s mind. “You’d have to do what they said whenever they say it. You wouldn’t be an adult anymore. Even if they say they’ll accommodate your adult life-” “You make us sound like villains,” Mary scathed, her eyes dark as they glared at Myles. But before the pair could get into another spat, Vlad spoke up. “Then we can do a trial run of sorts,” He nodded as if he already decided that it was what they were going to do. “Two weeks. One in this form, another in your infant form. That way you understand what your life would be like both ways and there will be no misunderstanding. And if you want to go back to your old life, that’s acceptable.” “How is he to explain a two-week absence?!” Myles tried to get bent out of shape about the suggestion, but Nathan shook his head at him. He already knew the small hick town wouldn’t miss him for two weeks. A few calls and everything will be as it was when he returned. “I can do that.” “Then it’s settled!” Mary’s eyes sparkled with excitement, her hand was holding her tank top front up to cover her breast, but she made no move to put her arm back into the strap. Obviously, she was waiting for him to finish nursing. The thought made Nathan blush. Myles was obviously angry or at the very least annoyed by being overruled in the discussion, but Mary saved him from having to deal with it when she presented the set of teeth to him once more. Nathan slipped the teeth into his mouth and bit down, feeling the rush of magic overcome him. He was once more a baby and (thankfully) clothed. Vlad handed him back to Mary and she removed her hand from her shirt. Nathan continued to nurse while Mary and Vlad took to discussing the arrangement between themselves. Sensing he was being purposefully excluded, Myles stood and excused himself from the room. “We can leave tomorrow evening. I’ll help him pack and then we’ll go home-” “Wouldn’t you rather spend this time getting his nursery ready for him, my dear?” Vlad asked. “Dust the curtains, wash the sheets, etcetera?” “Oh!” Mary gasped as if she hadn’t thought of that before. “You’re right! I’ll start on that tonight, and you can bring him home tomorrow!” It was with those words that Nathan made his way home that night. He had already sent a text to his boss about visiting a college friend out of state. And he told much the same story to his parents at the dinner table. They were, of course, overjoyed at him potentially looking at universities. And he woke the following day to a dismissive text from his boss saying he would still have his job when he came back. There wasn’t much for him to pack. He wasn’t even sure if he should pack at all. Half the time he would be gone, he would be an infant. So it wasn’t as if he would need too many clothes. He did, of course, make room in a small backpack for the trinkets that the citizens of Autumn Hollow gifted him. And by the time he made his way out to the old pumpkin patch, he couldn’t help but feel a bit excited. It would be one of the first times he had ever been out of his small town. Despite the nerves that he had about the infant treatment he had no doubt this would be an interesting experience. Only Vlad was waiting in the patch for him, which was odd. Approaching, Nathan ducked his head down to avoid eye contact. “Hello, sir,” He said respectfully. “Good evening, Nathaniel.” Nathan didn’t think it was the right time to correct him about his name and instead took to walking beside him towards the small cottage home. “Before we meet with the other, I would like to have a talk with you,” Vlad shattered the silence like a pane of glass. Looking up for the first time, Nathan looked at him with curious eyes. He didn’t speak, but Vlad continued on anyway. “My wife and I have been looking for ways to have children of our own for many years now. Clearly, we were unsuccessful.” Nathan nodded slowly. “Having this opportunity means the world to her,” He explained. “I have not seen her this happy since we were married…Do not ruin this for her.” His voice never dipped below the calm professionalism he always seemed to speak with, but Nathan could imagine the warning tone being conveyed. “She’ll let you go back to your old life even if it breaks her heart. But at least try to make these two weeks special for her.” “I…” Nathan hesitated, really thinking over the words he wanted to say so that he didn’t offend Vlad. “I want this to work out.” He said honestly and started pulling on a loose thread of his hoodie to avoid making eye contact. A hand gently patted his shoulder before Vlad started back on his previous pace. “So do we.” The rest of the walk was silent. Nathan gave a small wave to Myles and Mary who stood in the kitchen drinking cups of coffee together. Mary immediately put her cup down and walked over to Nathan. She was shorter than him, he noticed. But she had no problem pulling him down into a gentle hug. “Hi, Nathaniel!” She cooed. “I’m so excited to show you your new home!” Vlad walked into the house behind him, giving his wife a fond look before turning to Myles. “I think it best we are on our way to show Nathaniel around his new home.” Mary finally pulled away from the hug just in time for Nathan to see Myles giving him a sad look. But the man didn’t say anything. He merely nodded and set his own cup down. Further along the counter, he had a small case that held the enchanted teeth and Myles handed that over to Mary’s reaching hand. What followed was a bit of shuffling as Nathan handed Vlad his back of possessions and put the teeth into his mouth. Mary wasted no time picking him up from the floor and cuddling him close while Vlad grabbed his discarded clothes. “There’s my little man!” Mary muttered softly while petting Nathan’s curly hair. The group was led by Myles through a part of the house Nathan had never been in. There was an old dining table on one side, but on the other was a set of stairs leading down to what looked like a basement. The three adults made their way down the steps and Nathan found himself amazed as Mary and Vlad’s looks seemed to change between one blink and the next. Mary had been beautiful before, of course. But she was downright enchanting in the basement lights. Her skin had lost its gentle tan giving her a pale visage, sharply contrasted by red lipstick and black eyeshadow. Her long black hair hung down in perfect curls over her shoulders. Nathan was tempted to pet them to see if they were as soft as they looked. Her casual suburban mom get-up was replaced with an intricate red dress with black lace accents. The neckline plunged down to the skirt leaving most of Mary’s chest exposed beside her breasts themselves. Nathan blushed, resting his head on the exposed skin of her shoulder. From this position, he could see Vlad standing behind them looking very intimidating. The man was even taller than before, head almost brushing the low ceiling of the cottage basement. His outfit was nearly stereotypical with the pointed-collared cape, white cravat, and matching red waistcoat. His hair wasn’t quite slicked back but it was carefully styled so that a single hair wasn’t out of place. His eyes reflected a bright red into the dim basement light. “Alright, the portal’s up and running,” Myles broke Nathan out of his analysis and motioned to a portal that looked very similar to the one from Autumn Hollow except this one was glowing red instead of purple. Vlad wasted no time slipping through but Mary hung back just a bit to face Myles. “You could visit in a few days,” She assured him. “I’m sure Nathaniel would love to see you.” Nathan caught Myles’ eye and Myles gave him a sad look. What was his problem? Nathan couldn’t help but wonder. “I don’t know. Depends on how busy I am with the patch.” “You have 364 days to tend to that patch, Myles,” Mary rolled her eyes but looked down to give a fond glance to Nathan. “Say bye-bye to Uncle Myles, baby.” Nathan’s little hand waved goodbye to Myles and he gave a small smile. “Buh-bye My’es!” “...Bye, kiddo.” Myles sighed and Mary wasted no more time before stepping through the portal. It was nowhere near as disorienting as it was the first time around. Nathan turned his head every which way to get a good look at the area and found that they stood in the midst of what looked like a giant foyer. Or maybe it just looked massive because he was in an infant's body… Either way, it was just as regal and elegant as the married couple appeared to be. “Lunch should be ready shortly, Dear,” Vlad said, taking a pocket watch out of his pocket and checking the time. “I’ll meet you in the dining room, Love. I want to show Nathaniel his room!” Nathan was then absconded away with little fanfare. Mary’s excitement was tangible and he couldn’t help but smile as she wandered through the maze of hallways until she came across a double archway door. The decor was a mixture between moody and warm. There were obvious aspects of Vlad’s darker, more stereotypical touch with darkly painted portraits, orange-lit lamps, and various other furniture in shades of black and grey. But occasionally they would rush by something that Nathan knew immediately to be Mary’s doing. A large monstera plant in a bright red pot, string lights crisscrossed on the ceiling, Even furniture covered with soft-looking throws and puffy comfy pillows. The nursery was no exception. The nursery was nearly the size of the cottage Myles lived in. The ceiling was high up, most definitely encroaching on different stories. The top of the nursery looked to hold a small library with brightly colored spines of books lining the shelves. Several plush couches sat around the space aiding in the ability to relax and read at the same time. On the main floor that they stood on, the crib took up the center of the room. It was circular, which Nathan had never seen before. And from where he sat in Mary’s arms, there was no frame holding it up, rather, it floated in mid-air. It was covered in drawn curtains that were most likely to protect him from the rays of light that beamed in from the several windows on the outer wall looking out over a garden. Despite being in a gothic mansion, the entire space was lit up with life. Even Nathan, who wasn’t an infant most of the time, was astounded by the detail put into the nursery. Various baby furniture littered the area as well as toys. Some of the toys even seemed to move on their own! The subtle reminders of magic made Nathan feel as though he might have been in a dream. Mary took her time walking around the space to give Nathan a chance to see everything. When they made it back to their original spot, She looked down at him, catching his attention. “What do you think?” She asked, a hint of nerves in her voice. And Nathan realized that she’d probably been working on something like this for quite some time. She’d wanted a child for so long, it gave her so much time to plan and put into motion everything she could ever want her baby to have. And if this were the nursery, just what did that mean for the rest of the house? Rather than try to voice his astonishment to the woman, Nathan smiled brightly up at her and rested his head on her bare shoulder. Mary’s face melted into a look of adoration. For a moment, Nathan thought she would start crying, but she gave a shaky laugh instead. “I’m so happy you like it, baby.” Nathan could imagine that they worked very hard on it. And while it probably wasn’t meant exactly for him, he was flattered that he was the receiver of the effort anyway. There was a large clock on one of the walls of the nursery that had the usual face, but a bat-shaped pendulum swinging from side to side under it that Mary glanced at. “I’m sure my baby’s very hungry. Let’s meet Daddy in the dining room, yeah?” “‘Kay,” Nathan responded needlessly as Mary immediately started to walk out the door back into the maze of hallways. The dining room was as regal and beautiful as everything else in the home. And it was far fancier than Nathan felt was warranted for a simple lunch with three people. Well, two adults and an infant. Vlad was already there, sitting at the head of the rectangle dining table, and had an untouched plate of food in front of him. He smiled slightly at the entrance of Mary and with a wave of his hand, the seat beside him pulled itself out from under the table. When Mary sat down, he summoned the chair to the table with another wave of his hand. “I trust he liked his nursery?” Vlad asked, sipping at a black crystal glass. And for a moment there was silence before Nathan realized he was being spoken to. Speaking as an infant was hard, Nathan realized. It was like talking with a mouthful of peanut butter. Some of the words came out fine but the rest were gibberish. ‘The room was very nice.’ Was what he meant to say, but what ended up coming out was: “‘Oom ve’y p’etty.” His face heated up in embarrassment as Mary started to coo over him. But soon after Vlad encouraged the meal to start. Mary was very casual in the manner that she pulled the bust of her dress down to expose her breasts. Nathan knew that if he didn’t voluntarily latch on he would be made to by Vlad’s red eyes. And while it did cause an unbelievable amount of embarrassment, he forced himself to start nursing. At first, he closed his eyes, thinking that would help. And it did, surprisingly. Mary and Vlad seemed to pick up a conversation of their own about some sort of paperwork Vlad needed to do after lunch. There were the soft clinks of silverware meeting plates occasionally, but it seemed like the pair had the same amount of grace they always possessed even while eating. Nathan’s awareness faded back in sometime later and he hadn’t even realized he was dozing off while nursing. “I suppose he’ll be having a nap after the meal?” Vlad asked Mary who hummed affirmatively. “I thought about taking him out to the garden first, but that can wait.” “Well, if he sleeps long enough for my work to be finished we could make it a group effort.” “That would be lovely,” The smile was evident in Mary’s voice. They then started talking about what sort of plants they could do in the garden, but Nathan’s exhaustion seemed to catch up with him. It was strange as he’d never taken to napping during the day before, but now it was as if he couldn’t stay awake if he tried! The next thing he knew, he was being rested on the soft mattress of what he assumed to be his crib. Nathan’s subtle fussing must have tipped off Mary that he was waking up as she started to softly shush him back to sleep. It was that mixed with the gentle swaying of the crib under him that caused him to drift back to sleep. ________ His dream consisted of his adult self standing in front of the cash register at his job. He checked people out monotonously, but no matter how many people he went through, the line never seemed to shorten. It was to the point where people in the line started to get disgruntled. And just when Nathan felt tears welling in his eyes, it was as if there were a hand passing through his hair. Calm, assured movements stroked through his curls even as the patrons in his dream grew more upset. “Ease yourself, son,” A rich soothing voice rang out in his mind. The mixture of gentle touches and soft assurances helped to dissolve the scene in front of him and instead, he was presented with a peaceful night sky. The sweet taste of hot cocoa on his tongue. The warmth of a thick blanket on a chilly night. Distant laughter of children having fun. “That’s it, my boy,” The voice continued. “Rest now.” Nathan had no choice but to do just that. Not that he was complaining of course.

Joseph is Jordan's old roommate mentioned all the way back in chapter 1. He's the one who moved out of the apartment. And Heather is his fiancé, the one he moved in with! They're mentioned a couple of times throughout the story but they are Jordan's closest non-ABDL friends!