Lavellan

From Tenant to Baby: BONUS Sick Day CH. 1 Jordan knew something was wrong when he took the first bite of food. It just tasted…off. By the look on Joseph’s face, he tasted it too. Now, he knew Heather wasn’t Gordon Ramsey or anything. He didn’t expect five-star-level food when invited to their place for dinner. But…how could someone mess up spaghetti? “So…” She asked eagerly as she sat down her plate at the small circular table. She served herself a simple salad, having decided to go vegetarian the month prior. “How is it?” Jordan cleared his throat as he watched Joseph force down another bite just to keep his mouth occupied. “Uh…It’s great!” He felt terrible for lying, but he knew he’d feel even worse to see her disappointed face after telling her the truth. “Really? That’s great,” Her smile was wide and cheerful, making Jordan choke through another forkful of mushy noodles and off-tasting meat sauce. “It’s hard to cook something without tasting it, you know?” “Mhm,” Jordan hummed, sipping his soda to try to wash the taste away. “So good, babe,” Joseph lied. Jordan only managed half the plate before he couldn’t take it anymore. “This is delicious and all, but I’m gonna have to take the rest to go,” He feigned fullness by leaning back in the chair and patting his belly. “I might’ve snacked right before I drove over.” “Wha- Jordan!” Heather whined. “I told you to come with an empty stomach!” “I know, I’m sorry,” Jordan apologized, reaching over the table and patting her hand. “I’ll take some with me and eat it tomorrow for lunch, how about that?” The girl sighed, eating the last bite of her salad before getting up and taking both their plates to the kitchen. “Alright, but I’ll hold you to that.” As soon as she disappeared around the corner, Joseph spat his mouthful into his napkin and shivered. “Oh god, what did she put in here?!” He whispered in disbelief. “No clue.” They shared similar withered looks. And Jordan pulled his phone out to send a quick text to Derek. ‘Call me with an excuse to leave?’ He typed out before Heather came back out with a slice of store-bought apple pie. “At least have some dessert,” She bargained and Jordan felt his heart drop at the large Tupperware bowl full of spaghetti she sat beside him. He was halfway through his slice of pie before his phone started to ring. Taking the time to turn his call volume up, he answered with a falsely concerned voice. “Derek?” “Jordan! I know you’re over at your bud’s place and I’m really sorry, but my entire system just crashed and I can’t find any of my files for my clients.” Derek’s voice was regretful but panicked. “Can you please come by and help me find them?” Jordan winced theatrically. “That sounds rough! Yeah, I’ll be on my way here in a sec.” “You’re a lifesaver!” The call ended and Jordan stood with a sigh. “I hate to leave so suddenly-” Heather cut him off. “It’s no issue. The dude sounds freaked out! Do you think he lost his clients?” Her brow pinched in worry and Jordan felt bad for lying to her twice. “If he did, I have a thumb drive with a backup in my school bag at home,” Jordan assured. He patted his pockets to make sure he had his keys and grabbed the Tupperware bowl. “I’ll cook for us at my place next time to make up for running off!” He promised and fled the apartment. The drive home was quick and when he finally pulled up Derek was waiting on the porch for him. It had been a few short months since the incident at the movie theater, but since then the pair of them had grown much much closer. Running up to Derek, Jordan couldn’t help but wrap his arms around Derek’s waist in a hug. “Thanks for saving me.” Derek chuckled, returning the hug eagerly. “Of course, baby. But what happened? Why did you need the rescue?” Shyly, Jordan explained the disaster that was dinner and watched as Derek’s face screwed up. “See? I didn’t want to stick around in case she wanted me to have seconds.” “Well, I just made some baked potatoes if you’re still hungry.” Derek offered and Jordan accepted readily. They ate quietly while watching an older movie. Something Derek loved and Jordan had never seen before. But right as the credits started to roll. Derek looked over at Jordan with a look that spoke volumes. Over the months, Jordan started to learn Derek’s mannerisms. The small things that he hadn’t picked up on when they first met, but now that he knew Derek’s heaviest secret, he was able to understand the nuances behind every little glance. This one was a common one. Derek would often get this soft look in his eyes. There was admiration, there was desire, there was love. And the way that his eyes raked over Jordan, cataloging every detail as if he’d never see it again. It was the kind of attention that made Jordan melt and want to lay himself at the mercy of Derek to do with as he pleased. Especially after such a good night. Knowing exactly what he needed to do, Jordan ducked his head into Derek’s shoulder. “Daddy…?” He asked softly. “‘M sleepy.” “Aw, babe,” Derek cooed, his arm wrapping around Jordan’s shoulder. “My sweet boy. Let’s get you tucked into bed.” Jordan followed Derek down the hall to the nursery slowly. His feet shuffled along the floor and one hand balled up in Derek’s shirt. He was well passed the point of shame, but still, butterflies fluttered in his stomach. Derek was gentle as he helped Jordan lay down on the changing table and started fishing around in the drawers for supplies. The very first thing he grabbed was a pacifier that he gave to Jordan immediately. Jordan wasn’t sure what it was about pacis, but it was one of his favorite accessories no matter what headspace he was in at the time. He didn’t quite have a ‘favorite’, but he loved that Derek started to have them on hand constantly. He was divested of his clothes with gentle, methodical movements. He barely had to put in any work before an adorably patterned diaper was fastened onto his hips. Derek didn’t ask him what he wanted to wear and that was part of the fun for Jordan. He didn’t like making choices. Each choice gave him a certain anxiety that, while he had been getting better with managing, he was just happier when Derek handled them all. “Alright, love bug,” Derek cooed, coming out of the closet with a large t-shirt. Just looking at it, Jordan could see that it was at least a size too big to fit, but he didn’t mind. It just made the situation better. “Arms up for Daddy!” Jordan obeyed, sitting up and letting Derek slide the oversized shirt over his head. “It’s gonna be pretty warm tonight, so I think this will be plenty of clothes, yeah?” Derek looked to him for confirmation, but Jordan couldn’t care less. He didn’t pay attention to the weather. That was Daddy’s job! He simply shrugged, causing Derek to pinch his cheek softly. “Now, the baby has to make a choice, okay?” Derek asked while the hand that was petting Jordan’s cheek reached up to stroke his hair. “Hmmm,” Jordan thought about it before nodding. One choice wouldn’t hurt. Derek’s smile was fond. “Does Baby want to sleep with Daddy in the big bed or does he was to sleep in his crib?” “Big bed!” Jordan told Derek immediately. While he wasn’t feeling little enough to sleep in the crib, he also just missed the older man enough to want to drift off to sleep together curled up under the same blanket. And that’s exactly what they did. Derek tucked Jordan in on his side of the bed, of course, making sure his stuffed giraffe Kay was resting on the pillow beside him before climbing into bed with him. He didn’t feel like reading tonight, but that was fine with Jordan. Said boy drifted off, and curled close to Derek’s side while Derek slept on his back. There was a moment as Jordan fell asleep when he felt a small cramp in his stomach, but he mostly considered that part of his food taking longer than usual to digest. It quickly became clear that that was not what was happening when he woke up merely a few hours later with an intense pain radiating from his stomach. Cracking his eyes open, Jordan saw that Derek was still asleep, his chest rising and falling in rhythmic breaths. For a moment, Jordan tried matching his breath, hoping he could fall back asleep, but the pain grew in intensity. So much so that it brought tears to his eyes. Panicking, Jordan felt his mouth fill with thick saliva. He was going to throw up. He didn’t have time to gracefully slide out of bed. He practically fell out of the sheets as he scrambled to Derek’s bathroom. The man was as considerate as always and had kept the bathroom light on with the door cracked even though he knew Jordan was diapered. He was more than thankful for it when he didn’t have time to do much else but shove the toilet seat up and throw up his dinners into the porcelain bowl. It didn’t stop with one heave. No, it continued until Jordan had settled to his knees in front of the toilet. The cold tile shocking to his bare knees. One of his hands fumbled up to flush the toilet, but his stomach was still cramping in pain. “Fuck-” He gasped, a violent heave making him lean over the bowl. It hurt his already burning throat, but it was even worse that it still didn’t seem to help. Frustration welled up in his chest, the tears forcing themselves down his cheeks. “Jordan?” A gruff, sleep-filled voice came from the bedroom. Oh great, Jordan woke up Derek. Jordan’s mouth opened to assure the older man he was fine and urge him to go back to bed, but his stomach rebelled and he started gagging once more. He clutched the overly large t-shirt trying to ground himself, but it was like pressure was building inside him. To his utter horror, Jordan felt the pressure release not from his mouth, but from his bottom. A sob forced its way out of him at the fact that he was not only spewing it from both ends but drawing the attention of Derek who was now rushing out of bed and stomping into the bathroom. Embarrassed, Jordan curled into himself. Well, as much as he could with his head still perched over the bowl. Small sobs shook his shoulders the entire time. All he could smell was the bile coming from his mouth, but he was sure Derek would be able to smell his messy diaper when he stepped into the bathroom. “Oh, Bubba,” Derek cooed sadly, making his way over and resting a hand on his back. “Looks like that spaghetti caught up to you, huh?” A pitiful whine made its way from Jordan’s chest in answer and he managed to choke back the retch that tried to follow. That didn’t save his diaper from another round of mess. Jordan wished a hole would open and swallow him up. He felt disgusting. He and Derek were close, but this was way too much. “Babes it’s alright,” Derek tried soothing, he crouched down beside Jordan and wrapped a gentle arm around his shoulders to try to guide him closer. “Just let it out. You’ll feel better afterward. I promise.” “No,” The first word Jordan had been able to mutter since Derek entered. “No, no, no-” He repeated, struggling weakly before diving for the toilet yet again. There was nothing left for him to vomit, it seemed. But his body wouldn’t stop. Derek reached up to flush the toilet when the latest round of heaves subsided. “Do you want some water to rinse your mouth out with?” Jordan nodded frantically and watched Derek stand up and shuffle around in the medicine cabinet before producing a small paper cup. He filled it with tap water from the sink and crouch once more at Jordan’s side. Rather than hand the cup over, he held the cup steady to Jordan’s lips and slowly poured its contents into his mouth. Swishing it around, Jordan spits it into the toilet. Derek repeated this a few more times until Jordan sipped the cool water rather than spit it out. It helped to soothe his aching throat, and by then, the worst of the pain had passed. It was now just a dull ache deep in his gut. “Ready to get cleaned up, baby boy?” Derek asked softly, helping Jordan to stand on shaking legs. Jordan nodded but held the hem of the shirt down to cover his used diaper. At some point, maybe when he’d been asleep for all Jordan knew, he had also wet himself pretty heavily. “Can you wait for me outside?” Derek gave him a patient look. “Bubs, I don’t mind cleaning you up. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” Jordan’s lip quivered. “Please. Not ready for that. Don’t want it. Please can I do it by myself?” “Of course,” Derek says immediately and Jordan knew he wasn’t going to force him to allow him to help, but the man’s words still helped. “You hop in the shower and I’ll get everything ready for you outside. Do you want to get back into bed, or would you feel better on the couch?” “Couch, probably. Don’t want to get sick on your bed.” Jordan explained. Derek looked like he wanted to say that he wouldn’t care if Jordan threw up all over his sheets, but he seemed to notice that Jordan was shivering. He was quick to leave then and Jordan went to work stripping down. He wished he could scrub the next 10 - 20 minutes out of his brain, but he had to settle for just not thinking about it. Pretty soon, he managed to clean up, throw the used diaper in the trash and tie it up, and wrap a towel around his waist before shuffling out of the bathroom. Derek was immediately there with warm clothes and a fresh diaper. Jordan wanted to complain, but the diaper was best if he was ever going to throw up again. There was barely a moment’s pause before Derek swooped in and started to take care of Jordan as he always had. “C’mon, sweet boy, let’s get you all comfy and cozy.” Derek had the couch with blankets, pillows, and even a trashcan right by it for Jordan. And when he had Jordan all nice and tucked in there, he brought in a small sippy cup filled halfway with more cool water. “Let’s make sure you can hold this down before we get you more, okay?” Jordan held the sippy cup to his mouth and let the water trickle in. He couldn’t help it as his teeth worked against the plastic spout, most likely carving divots into it. He wished he had his paci, but it was the middle of the night. He was already keeping Derek awake with his sickness; he didn’t want to have him running around needlessly. The television was turned onto some cartoon. The voices were soft, the music quiet, and Jordan didn’t feel like he was trying too hard to pay attention. Derek went to go sit on the armchair, but Jordan pouted before he managed to sit down. “What is it, Babe?” Derek asked softly, noticing Jordan’s sad face. Despite dislodging the great tuck job Derek did, Jordan shimmied down the couch until the cushion his head was previously laying on was free. “Aw, does Baby want Daddy to sit with him?” “Uhuh.” Derek didn’t fuss about sitting down, rather, he encouraged Jordan to scoot back up and rest his head on his thigh. It was perfect, especially as Derek’s hand started to comb through Jordan’s short hair. It didn’t take long before Jordan was asleep and Derek was right behind him. He only hoped he didn’t feel so bad when he woke up. Hopefully, at a more appropriate hour… A/N: Here we go again! This won't be nearly as long as the original series, though. I think I can squeeze it into 3 chapters maybe. But yeah, this will be the first of several add-ons to hopefully be in this story. It was supposed to be done way earlier, but I have a friend who's been constantly commissioning me to write her little niche stories. And every time I finished some, she'd commission me for more. But she was understanding when I told her I needed a break to write this story, so small mercies ❤️

The Pumpkin Prince: Chapter 1 Decisions, Decisions A year passed at a snail’s pace. Nathan turned 18, and then he was 2 months shy of his 19th birthday. He ended up choosing the local community college at his parents’ rush for his choice. They weren’t impressed, but it was something. He chose to get his basics out of the way first to give himself more time to decide on a major. Most of his friends chose colleges out of state to get away from the small farm town, but there Nathan stayed. He still lived with his parents, saving money on housing, but made it a point to stay gone all day. He went from bagging groceries to being a manager at the store which was where he saw Mr. Myles for the first time since the portal incident. He had expected Mr. Myles to pretend it never happened, but no. The man smiled at him as he stocked a display and even started to make his way over to him from across the aisle. Somehow this was worse than just simply being ignored. Nathan dropped the can of beans in his hand onto the shelf and took off down the aisle, leaving the empty cardboard box behind. He didn’t look back, making his way to the break room and shoving himself into a far back table. Childish tears sprung up in his eyes as he leaned against the table. At the time, it had only been three months since the night Nathan fell in the pumpkin patch. These instances happened several more times involving Mr. Myles seeing him in public, acknowledging him fondly, and Nathan scurrying away. Nathan came to realize that, while he was living his life in a somewhat productive manner, he wasn’t happy. There would be times when he would smile and laugh, but those were vastly outnumbered by the nights he’d spend in bed, holding his flower crown or wooden dog. Sometimes- Well most of the time, he couldn’t help but shed some tears. After a particularly harsh argument with his parents, Nathan stomped up to his room and threw himself onto his bed. He took the time to give a good cry into his pillow, letting loose his frustration and sorrow, before a tapping broke him out of his sadness. Sniffling, Nathan picked his head up to hear the tapping once more coming from his window. He had no idea what it could be, but the hope that maybe he’d be able to go back to Autumn Hollow got him out of bed. He pushed his curtains aside and almost screamed at the sight of a large spider on his window. The only thing that stopped him was an envelope tinted yellow with time and had his name written on it. It was stuck to the window with an intricate web, but upon seeing that the letter was found, the spider took off across the wall and fell to the ground somewhere. Quickly, before he could be seen by someone passing on the street, Nathan opened the window and took the envelope. Ripping it open, he found a small note inside written in scratchy handwriting. ‘Nathan, I realize you might not want to see me again after what happened last year, but there’s something that has come up and I need your help urgently. Please, as soon as you wake up tomorrow, come to my patch. Bring the teeth and I’ll be there waiting. I’m sorry for how things played out, but I really need you. Waiting, Myles Patch.’ This was the opportunity Nathan had been waiting for! And it sounded very important! Nathan could barely put himself to bed with all the excitement teeming through his body. But as the sunbeams peeked over the horizon, he grabbed the plastic vampire teeth from his bedside table and snuck out the back door of his home. The pumpkin patch was almost a straight shot from his home and, as the note suggested, Mr. Myles was there waiting for him. “Nathan,” Myles said in relief. He wasn’t wearing the overalls and flannel, nor the burlap sack this time. Instead, he wore simple black pants and a short-sleeved blue polo. “I admit I expected you not to show…” Nathan shifted uncomfortably and shrugged. He made sure to keep his distance from the man in case he tried to hug or otherwise touch him. “You said it was urgent…so here I am.” “Right…” Myles nodded and tossed his head in the direction of his home. “So…how have you been?” Nathan took up walking beside him towards the house and shrugged once more. “Fine, I guess.” “That’s good. Heard you got in ta’ college. The one downtown.” “Yeah. Macy Sterling got into Harvard though. And Jamie into Caltech. Community College lets anyone in,” Nathan berated himself for being so pessimistic but it was true. “Hey,” Myles bumped his shoulder playfully. “College is college. That’s something to be proud of-” Nathan interrupted him with a harsh scoff. “Tell that to my parents. To them, I’m just one big disappointment. Y’know I heard them talking the other day about how they wished they had another kid.” Myles looked suitably shocked at the sudden admission. “I’m sure they didn’t mean-” “You don’t know them. And you don’t know me!” Nathan nearly spat. “But I get it, I’m just some dumb kid who fell into your pumpkin patch and made you take care of me for a few hours on Halloween last year. Trust me, I’ve spent the last year thinking about it. So just tell me what you want and I can go back to my shitty life.” Myles looked like he wanted to say something more on the subject, but something stopped him. He sighed shakily and ran a hand down his face. “Alright, I’ll cut to the chase…My sister found out about the lie we used. She and her husband showed up last night and they want to meet you.” “Meet me? Why?” Nathan couldn’t help thinking that maybe he was in trouble. Although there was nothing he could have done. He was at the mercy of everyone else. “She found out she supposedly had a son. Apparently, she’s curious as to who that might be.” Myles summarized, but Nathan was sure it was more than that. “So when we get there, you’ll put in the teeth, I’ll bring you to her, she’ll look you over, I’ll explain what happened, and you should be free to go.” “And that was urgent enough to send a spider to my house with a note?” Nathan asked dejectedly. “It was either that or she show up on your doorstep asking about you. Despite my lack of knowledge about your family, I assumed that wouldn’t turn out well for you.” They happened upon the house quickly after and it was almost exactly like the cottage underground, just less worn down. Myles snuck them in through the back door and waited for him to put the teeth in right then. The same warmth and stomach drop feeling took over, but rather than fall to the floor, Nathan felt arms catching him securely. His clothes fell to a heap on the floor leaving him once more in the nightshirt and cloth diaper. Myles held him close despite Nathan’s obvious resistance. “Just a little longer and we’ll be done,” He promised, putting a hand under Nathan’s butt to support him despite his squirming. “Myles? Are you back so soon?” A soft voice called out from where the living room would be and Nathan could feel Myles tense up. “Yes, Mary, I am. Give me one moment.” Nathan looked up at Myles and saw a bead of sweat on his brow. Was Myles scared? Nathan giggled at the idea and Myles gave him a stern look as if he knew what he was thinking. “Don’t laugh at me. She was very upset when she arrived and she can be very spiteful when she wants to be!” Before Nathan could say anything more on the matter, Myles walked through to the living room with Nathan in his arms. Nathan’s head turned to see just who Myles was afraid of and couldn’t believe his eyes. The woman on the couch was beautiful. She wasn’t as old as Myles, in fact, Nathan couldn’t find a single wrinkle on her face. She looked like she had the slightest hint of makeup on with the flush to her cheeks and pink tint to her lips. Her hair was done up into a braided black bun at the base of her neck. She wore a baggy cardigan that came down to her knees and simple blue jeans to go with it. She was devoid of heels or flats, instead wearing pristine black sneakers. Beside her sat a man that was the complete opposite of her soft cozy attire. He sat rigid on the older couch and wore a black business suit with his black hair combed and gelled to the side. He wore a stern expression, a wrinkle almost permanent between his eyebrows. Mary was soft and welcoming whereas he was rigid and cold. The only affection coming from him was the hand he used to cradle one of Mary’s. But even that disappeared as she brought her hands to her face to cover her mouth. “Oh my stars, he’s precious,” She cooed and reached for Nathan. “Give him to me!” Myles reluctantly handed him over and Nathan found himself cradled in her arm immediately as if it were natural for her. Nathan couldn’t help but become shy as her bright perfect smile stretched across her face when she looked down at him. He was on his back, neck braced on her inner elbow and she used her free hand to pet his chubby cheeks reverently. “He’s so cute. Like a little angel. And his curls!” She spun a twisted lock on her finger gently. “Easy, darling,” The man commented, resting a hand on her opposite shoulder, the other on her thigh. “Too much excitement and your heart will burst!” It was clearly a joke but tinged with a warning. “But, Honey,” She pouted, lip quivering with emotion. “Look at him, he’s perfect.” She bounced Nathan slightly as if trying to catch the man’s attention with him but he continued to look at her with concern. “Tell us about him,” The man demanded of Myles suddenly. Myles stuttered from his spot in the armchair. “I- Well- He’s around 18 years old. He’s in college. His name is Nathan Gray. He works at the EZ Mart.-” “Yes, yes, we know that,” Mary spoke up, taking her eyes off Nathan for one second to look at Myles. “But what about him? What does he like? His favorite color? Food?” “...I’m not sure.” Myles sighed. “I don’t know much about him personally.” “You had someone impersonating my son and you do not know anything about him?” The man spoke in offense. Myles’ hands went up in the air. “I tried talking to him several times, but the boy just didn’t want to see me.” “Well you must have done something, then,” Mary’s voice raised and Nathan gave a noise of fright before she calmed immediately and took to bouncing him once more. “He’s so sweet, I can tell.” It was then Nathan’s little stomach growled. He hadn’t eaten anything that morning and had been avoiding meals with his parents off and on for months. But at the sound of the small rumble, Mary’s face lit up. “He’s hungry!” “I can whip up some-” Myles went to stand but Mary shook her head. “I’ve got it,” And she passed Nathan over to the man beside her before pushing the cardigan off one of her shoulders. She wore a red tank top underneath and pushed the strap down as well to expose one of her breasts. Nathan’s eyes widened and he squirmed in the man’s arms. But he held him firmly. Looking up imploringly at the man, because surely he wouldn’t want some 18-year-old boy nursing from his wife, Nathan tried to get him to speak reason. But the man didn’t seem to care. “Wha-” Myles covered his eyes and turned away. “Mary what are you-” “You know we’ve been trying for a baby for years. Nursing is a perfectly normal thing for any mother and Debbie has been giving me potions to help.” She didn’t seem bothered at all and accepted Nathan back into her arms. Her free hand reached up to grasp her breast and guide the nipple to Nathan’s face. He tried to air his protests but that gave her the perfect opportunity to slip her nipple into his mouth. He still tried to fight, but in his smaller body, he just didn’t have the strength or stamina. Nor did he want to bite such a nice woman. And with a bit of encouragement, a few drops of sweet milk landed on his tongue. Nathan’s stomach growled eagerly at the promise of sustenance. “I’ve heard of this before,” Mary conversed casually. “Poor babies being so hungry they can’t bring themselves to latch.” “Allow me, Dearest,” Her husband soothed, leaning over to look Nathan in the eye for the first time. There was a split second that Nathan swore he saw his pupils turn a crimson red, but it faded too quickly to be sure. “Relax, little one,” The man insisted and Nathan felt like his body had turned to jelly as his honey-sweet voice entered his ears. “Be a good boy and drink from your mama.” The words were an order and Nathan couldn’t help it as his mouth latched onto Mary’s breast. The milk took a moment to flow faster than a few drops at a time, but he couldn’t help the pleased coo that left him. His stomach was grateful for the milk. “You aren’t his mother!” Myles protested, grabbing a blanket off the couch and offering it to her blindly. “He’s 18!” “You know 18 means nothing in comparison to us, Myles,” Mary took the blanket and used it to swaddle Nathan as best as she could without dislodging his latch. “And you are the one who concocted some scheme to pass him off as ours.” “That was Debbie!” “Then I should thank her for getting me the baby I’ve always wanted.” The room grew quiet as Nathan nursed. His pudgy little hands came up against his will to cup her breast and keep it in his mouth. He couldn’t help it when his eyes slipped shut. This warmth, the love he could feel pouring (no pun intended) from Mary was what he kind of longed for. The kind he had just the lightest touch of a year ago before it was ripped away from him. “Mary…you can’t keep him…” Myles said softly. “He’s got a life here. Parents. Friends. A job. You can’t just take that from him.” “My wife can have whatever she wants. I’ll see to that.” The man said protectively. “What about what he wants, Vlad?” “You don’t get to decide what he wants,” Mary said passionately. “You shoved him through a portal as soon as possible when you were the reason he was in Autumn Hollow at all! You know better than to leave your portals open!” Myles scoffed. “So you’ve been talking to Debbie. Was she the one who told you about Nathan?” “Of course, she was the one to tell me about Nathaniel!” Mary’s spirit caused her to jostle Nathan and disrupt his nursing. Before he could help it, a sad whimper escaped past his lips. Immediately, she calmed. “Shhh, it’s alright, little one,” She cooed while petting Nathan’s curls and cheeks. “Mama’s here.” “Look,” Vlad, apparently, spoke calmly, although even Nathan could hear the warning edge in his voice. “What’s done is done. And, Myles, as much as I respect you as Mary’s brother, this decision has been made.” The flow started to taper and suddenly Mary’s finger had perforated his latch. Before he could get too upset, she switched him around and he found her other warm breast pressed to his mouth. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll start producing more now that I have you to nurse.” She assured. “You can’t just kidnap him and force him to be an infant for the rest of his life.” Myles implored. “He will not be an infant all the time,” Vlad spoke up. “We have agreed that we are in this not just to have a baby, but to take care of Nathaniel as well.” “He’ll have two rooms. Two lives.” Mary piped up. “We will take care of him in both aspects. You could even come to visit him.” “If he wanted you to,” Mary was quick to add. Myles slumped down in the armchair, wiping a hand down his face. “You’ll start a panic. Kids don’t just go missing here, Mary.” Mary shook her head. “It’s not as if they’d trace him back to you. And he’s an adult in this world. Even if they did find him, they can’t force him to come back.” “But you can’t force him to go.” “Oh for the love of-” Vlad seemed to finally get annoyed as he held his hands out to be handed the baby. “We will settle this now.” Mary uttered soft reassurances as she once more broke his latch on her breast. “You can finish in a moment, baby,” She promised when Nathan began to squirm. Vlad’s arms were secure when he held him. Rather than hold him in the horizontal position as before, he sat Nathan to straddle his thigh. Of course, one of his larger hands supported his back to keep him from falling over. Nathan’s squirming turned more urgent as he started to make grabbing hands toward Mary. He couldn’t explain the urge, but something was telling him he needed her back. His stomach was no longer growling. But her milk was soothing. Something felt right laying in her arms. It led to Vlad gaining his attention once more and there was the same flash of red pupils before Vlad spoke. “Sit still, Nathaniel.” Nathan stilled. “It’s not right for you to use that trick on children-” Myles tried to complain, but Vlad waved him off. Nathan stared up at Vlad in confusion as the man’s hand reached for his mouth. “Open up,” The man encouraged. It was between one second and the next that Nathan was no longer the 18-month-old baby and instead was his usual 18-year-old self. Embarrassingly, he was as naked as the day he was born. Vlad didn’t seem to care, his hold only adjusting to allow the blanket Nathan was swaddled in previously to rest across his shoulders to preserve his modesty. He didn’t look to care that there was a naked man straddling his knee. His free hand merely held up the plastic set of teeth to look at them. “Debora has a great talent for enchantments,” He praised. “She really does,” Mary praised but looked expectantly at Nathan. “Sweetheart now is your time to speak up.” “My wife is correct,” Vlad’s attention was caught once more. “Would you like to stay here in this town, living the life you have been. Or would you rather come with us and be treated like royalty?” He asked softly. “Not only would your needs be met, but you will have anything you could ever wish for.” “We’d love you unconditionally,” Mary added. “Both as a baby and a man.” “You would be our son. Forever.” “Now, think this through,” Myles butted in. “Just because your life now might not be what you would want it to be doesn’t mean you should sign your life away to be with strangers.” “That’s hurtful, Myles,” Mary glared over at him from where she had leaned in to look at Nathan closely. The siblings bickered back and forth, seemingly forgetting that they were waiting on an answer. Nathan’s hands shook from where they were bracing himself on Vlad’s chest. The blanket was nice to keep most of the chill away but he didn’t like feeling so exposed. “I-” He stuttered. “Remember your parents,” Myles encouraged. “Your friends even. They’d miss you terribly. They’d worry for you.” Vlad was quick to add on. “You could make new friends in our community. We wouldn’t lock you away from the world. And you could leave a letter behind so they knew you’d be safe.” “And you could send postcards.” “Think about your community here!” Myles pleaded. Nathan’s lip quivered. On one hand was everything he’d been missing for the past year. On the other was the life he had for 18 years…what was he to choose?

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True! They have cup holders and handle little straps to keep you nice and secure :3

Update: the package arrived yesterday (Jan 5). I tried em out and they were awesome! Only tried em once so I don't have a full review yet. I was a little nervous because I asked my roommate to grab the package for me because the leasing office would have been closed when I got off work. And when I got home I couldn't find it in my room. Turned out he hid it on the top shelf in my closet and I was a bit nervous because he might have paid more attention to the box. He wouldn't have opened it of course. But it's not hard to look up the company and find out what they are if he wanted to be nosy. And the strangest thing happened??? I ordered one box and received that on the 5th. And another one showed up today too. Idk when because my roommate didn't mention it at all when I got home. I heard a knock at the door around 9pm but I was taking a nap on the couch. My guess is another box came today and was wrongly marked for another apartment and they returned the box. And my roommate found it on the doorstep before going to work and put it in my room. I definitely won't ask him because he'll probaby just ask me what I even ordered for them to mistakingly send me two of.

The Pumpkin Prince: Prologue A/N: Hello again! This story will be my next pet project on this site and it's an idea I've had since October. It's taken me this long to put it into action. but I hope you'll enjoy it. This story focuses on our Main Character Nathan who finds himself in a mysterious world where he must masquerade as the child of a prestigious Count. It's a bit weird, I admit, but vampires and supernatural creatures are my special interest and I've been wanting to write this story for months. It won't contain much of a horror element as much as the Halloween tag may fool you. It will contain semi-forced regression, coercion, intimidation, breastfeeding, bondage, and despite all of that, a lot of fluff. This is just the prologue and while it may seem like a lot so far, I promise we haven't even gotten to the best bit. Without further ado, let's get into it! Nathan hit the bottom of the chasm with a harsh thud. He had no time to prepare himself as the ground had crumbled beneath his feet while walking through a simple pumpkin patch; practically picked clean by patrons the previous days. Groaning, he found he had landed on yet another pumpkin which broke most of his fall. Hissing, he pushed himself up onto his knees. There was a throbbing in his rib and it was with no light amount of disgust that Nathan found he was covered in pumpkin goop. “Fuckin’ hell,” He tried to comment but a rustling of leaves nearby halted him. He finally noticed his predicament as he absorbed his surroundings. He was deep in a cavern, the walls arching up some 30-40 feet up. Lanterns hung down from the ceiling along with a multitude of simple floating candles. He found himself in the middle of a bountiful pumpkin patch. Very Charlie Brown-esque. The rustling grew nearer and was soon accompanied by a voice. “Fibby, Tibby, is that you? You know your mom said she’d ground you if you two picked my pumpkins again-” Time seemed to stop as the figure revealed himself and Nathan felt his stomach drop. Standing in front of him was a tall, lanky figure. It towered over him and was dressed in well-worn overalls; the kind with patches on the knees and one strap broken. It wore gloves that had to have been white at some point but were now stained a dark brown with time. A simple threadbare flannel under the overalls and worn black rainboots finished the ensemble. However, what shook Nathan was the burlap sack over the figure’s face. Bits of straw poked through the bag forming a patchy beard while the bag conformed to the shape of a face. The eyeholes were wide and expressive and looked down at Nathan with what he was sure was a faux concern. “Oh, you poor thing-” The Scarecrow cooed as he leaned down toward Nathan, finally forcing him to act. “AHHHH!” Nathan screamed, scrambling away as quickly as he could. Which wasn’t very quick mind you. He found himself slipping in the pumpkin goop until his back hit a large white fence. Pain shot through his side and leg at the moment, but Nathan was more focused on the scarecrow now approaching him quickly. Another scream tore through him. “Shhhh!” The scarecrow hushed him quickly. “I’m not gonna hurt ya, little guy. Honest.” Throat now burning from exertion Nathan could only whimper as the scarecrow shuffled closer. Its gloved hand reached up toward the bag on his head and pulled it off slowly. With the bag off, Nathan balked at a very familiar sight. “M-Mister Myles?” He stuttered looking into the soft wrinkles of Mr. Myles Patch, the sweet and kind middle-aged man who kept his minuscule town stocked with award-winning pumpkins every fall season. Mr. Myles nodded slowly, seemingly emboldened by Nathan’s waning fright. He snuck a bit closer, gently placing a hand on Nathan’s leg causing him to gasp in pain. “You bumbled yourself quite a bit.” He muttered worriedly. “We need to get you inside so I can call a doctor before anyone sees you here.” Nathan opened his mouth to speak but had to bite down on his lip to fight a wail as Myles lifted him from the remains of the pumpkin. He was swiftly carried inside what looked to be a cozy cottage. Mr. Myles wasted no time carrying him towards a living room that looked like something out of a granny’s dream home catalog. However, the couch was more comfortable than it looked as Mr. Myles laid him down. “Sit tight, kiddo while I call a doctor.” ‘I’m not a kid.’ Nathan wanted to comment as he was 17, about to be 18 come next season. But he was more focused on trying not to cry what with his throbbing leg and side. There was quick mumbling coming from the tiny kitchen. Mr. Myles saying something about ‘-An emergency. Come quick and come alone.’ When he returned, he held a glass of clear water, a thin straw sticking out the top rim. “Come on,” He encouraged as he held the straw to Nathan’s lips. “Have a sip.” The water was cool and refreshing to Nathan’s sore throat, but it didn’t erase his questions. “Where am I?” He demanded. “What happened?” Mr. Myles bit his lip before putting the glass down and sitting on the armchair nearby. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. It sounds crazy.” Nathan huffed out an annoyed breath. “I fell through the ground into a pumpkin patch owned by a scarecrow who just so happens to be the friendly old man who lives up the street.” He summed up. “I’m in pain and I want to go home. Just tell me what’s going on!” Mr. Myles seemed to be battling with himself for a moment longer before he sighed. “This is Autumn Hollow…A village that’s existed below yours for centuries…It’s another world, of sorts. The hole you fell in was a portal. I don’t know how you found it, usually, it’s closed.” “I was walking through your patch…” “I closed up yesterday morning, though, son. Shouldn’t you be trick or treatin’?” Nathan shrugged and winced. “I was passing through. Clearing my head.” It was definitely more than that. But he wasn’t about to dump his whole home life on what was essentially a stranger. Luckily, a quick knock on the door saved him from having to explain. Mr. Myles got up to greet the doctor and soon he was leading in an elderly woman in a black apron. She looked nice enough with her grey hair curling around her ears under a wide-brimmed black hat. When she saw Nathan tense with pain on the couch, her face fell. “Oh you poor dear,” She set a heavy bag down on the coffee table with a thud and pulled a square cloth from her pocket. Nathan could only lay there as she dabbed at the pumpkin goop drying on his face. “Ma’am, are you a doctor?” He asked hesitantly. “Oh, sweet child. I’m better than a doctor,” She smiled reassuringly. “I’m a witch!” “Can you help me?” Nathan pleaded. He had seen so much already and frankly he wasn’t in the mood to dispute the logistics of an old woman being a witch while laying on a couch belonging to a scarecrow. “I’m in a bit of pain.” Immediately, the witch nodded. “I’ll fix you right up, baby. We gotta let the cauldron boil.” What followed was a series of terrifying events all leading up to an anticlimactic finish. As the unseen cauldron started to boil, the witch disappeared into the kitchen with Mr. Myles leaving Nathan a mere 20ft away. “Myles hand me your eyes of newt.” “Lucky I picked some up not too long ago.” “Now we add the spider legs…” “We need the plan to get him home. You know I can’t tote him through town.” “Spider. Legs. Myles.” “Right, apologies.” “I could have sworn I brought some snake fangs…” “Right here. So what do you think we should do?” “Hmm…You have a half-sister, don’t you? The one married to the Count?” “So?” “Say he’s your nephew. Problem solved.” “You’re missing the moon drops-” “Don’t tell me how to brew!” “Well- I can’t say he’s my nephew! Nobody would believe that even if he could pass as their son, why would she let him visit now?” “It’s none of their business. Just say he’s your nephew and move on.” “But he can’t pass for Hollow Folk, Debs.” This bickering continued until Nathan felt as if his stomach was turning inside out. After all, goat’s tears?! No way he was drinking that. He’d rather suffer. But when Mr. Myles and the witch returned, she wasn’t holding some disgusting concoction in a glass bottle. Rather, she held a plain white mug with a mountain of what looked like whipped cream and chocolate shavings. The cherry on top was a cookie wafer straw sticking up through the foam. “Okay, baby. I made you some nice hot cocoa to help you feel better.” Immediately Nathan looked at her with mistrust. There was no way that came from those ingredients. But she only looked at him with gentle regard. “Come on, son. You don’t want it to get cold.” Very hesitantly, he took the mug, wincing as Myles propped up pillows behind him to sit up. Nathan sniffed the mug, but only smelled sweet chocolate and whipped cream. He licked the whipped cream peak and found it to be exactly as he remembered it to taste. His reservations slowly disappeared when he took the wafer straw into his mouth and took the tiniest sip. It was hot chocolate. Warm, sweet, creamy even. Not even burning hot considering how quickly they had brought it out to him. As he took another, deeper sip, he realized his aches and pains were starting to melt away. Breathing was getting easier. His knee throbbed less and less before halting completely. Each sip of the delicious liquid made him feel warm and soft. Before he knew it, the mug was empty. Even the whipped cream had melted into the cocoa and he crunched the softened wafer straw before putting the mug on the coffee table. “Feel better?” The witch asked and Nathan nodded. “Thank you, ma’am,” Because he had manners. “Oh, please,” The witch sat down on the couch beside him, ignoring the pumpkin goop smeared on the cushion. “Call me Debbie.” Nathan gave her a gentle smile before Mr. Myles’ throat cleared. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, son, but we have to get you home before nightfall.” “We’ve already discussed it, Myles. He’ll play your nephew and you can get him to the return portal!” Debbie groaned. “I can make him look like Hollow Folk if it makes you feel better, but it’s not as big of a deal as you say.” “Whatever gets me home.” Nathan agreed readily. Myles ran a hand over his face, somehow ditching his gloves when Nathan didn’t notice. “What if my sister hears?” “Then you can explain. She’d understand. She’s not as uppity as you make her seem. She was a small farm town girl at one point.” Debbie seemed determined, rooting through her heavy bag. “I have just the thing too.” As she was searching, Myles pulled on his burlap sack once more. It was a strange sight to see as it contoured to his face looking identical to him now that Nathan wasn’t panicking. Debbie hummed triumphantly as she pulled out what looked to Nathan to be a set of plastic vampire fangs. The kind that came with a cheap vampire costume and made it hard to talk. He wasn’t sure of the intelligence of the Hollow Folk, but a simple set of plastic fangs couldn’t possibly fool them. Debbie, understanding his confusion, pointed to Myles. “It’s like his mask, son. This will disguise you well enough to fool anyone in town. Pop them in, and bite down as hard as you can. Be prepared to adjust.” Nathan had no idea what adjust meant but he took the fangs anyway and slipped them into his mouth. Before he bit down, Debbie stood. “I’ll get the sink ready for a bath.” He dismissed her words as more magical nonsense and bit down as hard as he could. A rush of warmth overtook his body. It almost felt like the drop of a roller coaster and his back met the soft pillows. Opening his eyes that he didn’t know he closed, Nathan took in the sight of the cottage. What was originally a dimly lit, the worn-down cottage was now a rich, homely environment. There were motes of light casting soft shadows around the room and he couldn’t help but stare. “The improved eyesight is a pretty good deal,” Myles noted and Nathan was startled upon realizing Myles towered over him so harshly. ‘Give me space!’ He tried to say, but what came out was a high-pitched slur. “Spay!” “Spuh-” He stuttered. “Spay!” “Easy there, son,” Myles reached for Nathan and lifted him off the couch by his underarms. “The magic goes by your spiritual maturity. Relax and let me get you home.” Nathan ignored him. “Me dow’! No!” He squirmed as he was carried to the kitchen, just as cozy and lit as the living room. And Debbie had filled a large farm sink with sweet lavender-scented suds. “Let’s get that pumpkin guts off him. I’ll bathe him while you find him something to wear?” Nathan was stripped much to his protest and deposited into the sink. To his horror, he fit inside. He felt tears fill his eyes as he looked up at Debbie. “Noo!” He warbled. Looking down at his hands. They were small and chubby, little clumsy sausages gripping the edge of the sink. “Baby,” Debbie cooed, running a warm cloth down his back. “The sooner we get you clean the sooner you can go home.” “No’ baby!” Nathan pouted, pushing the suds in rebellion as tears started to dribble. “Wan’ go ‘ome!” “You will,” Debbie promised. “Trust me.” He cried through the entire fiasco that was the bath and even harder as Debbie wrapped him in a fluffy red towel to dry while Myles hunted for clothes. “That man,” Debbie huffed the longer he took. “Grab anything and I’ll shrink it down!” Myles returned soon enough with a handful of garments. First was a billowy nightshirt in impeccable condition. Not a spec of dirt or wear which happened to be a sharp contrast to the entire home. The second was a rectangle of fabric. “This was my sister’s growing up,” He held out the nightshirt. “And I figure this…Is necessary.” He held out the fabric. “Oh, my my,” Debbie said with a pleasant smile. “He’ll look so adorable. Like a little Pumpkin Prince should!” She grabbed the garments and held a squirming Nathan over to Myles while she shrunk them to size. Myles bounced Nathan slightly, trying to cheer him up. “You’re gonna go home, kiddo. We’ll go right after we get you dressed.” Nathan’s cries ceased from exhaustion once the clothes were ready. Debbie slipped the nightshirt over his head and tied the neckline in a neat bow. His humiliation increased as he realized the strip of fabric was in fact a diaper. But it was an old-school sort. The kind that was done up with safety pins Debbie had no trouble conjuring out of thin air and secured the diaper on. “There we go, Viscount Dracul.” She spoke in a heavily accented tone before scooping him into her arms and encouraging him to lean against her shoulder. “Let’s go then.” And Nathan watched as Myles packed a small canvas bag with various items. A blanket, a stuffed pumpkin plush, and an umbrella which most definitely shouldn’t have fit in the bag but did. “Remember, Nathan. I’m your uncle. Your mommy and daddy let you stay with me for the day and now we’re sending you home. You are 18 months old and you’re very tired after a long day of playing.” “M’tay.” Nathal gave a shuddered breath. It wouldn’t be too hard to pretend to be exhausted, he thought. Boy was he wrong as they stepped out into the front yard. If the inside of the cottage was straight out of a movie, the outside view was an otherworldly vision. Myles’ cottage sat on top of a large hill overlooking an entire village. The village was abuzz with sights. Quaint little houses all as cozy and homely as Myles lined up along a grid of walkways. But the further out the walkways went, the more the town changed. It was as if it were one big carnival. The music carried through the air, wrapping around Nathan’s mind and luring him in. He could smell the sweetness of caramel apples and kettle corn. “Head down, baby,” Debbie instructed softly. The trio walked (well Nathan was carried) down the hill to the entrance of the town. Chatter could be heard all around. They didn’t make it far before a chirp-like voice called out to them. “Mr. Myles! We’ve been looking for you,” Nathan turned his head to see a rather short creature with the head of a raven approaching. “We need another judge for the pumpkin carving contest!” “I wish I could, Cork, but I need to get this little guy home.” “Oh?! Who is this?” They asked stepping up to Debbie. “My nephew,” Myles said quickly. “Really we have to go. His mother wants him home before nightfall. And he’s already so sleepy. You know how babies are-” The bird creature gave a pleasant tweet as it held its hands-wings? Up to Debbie to receive the child. “Let me get a looksie!” Nathan watched Mr. Myles give Debbie a look as she bent over and handed Nathan over. “He doesn’t look so sleepy to me,” Cork trilled while looking Nathan over. “What’s his name?” “Uh..” Myles’ eyes shifted back and forth to get an idea. “Nathaniel.” Cork nodded and Nathan felt a delicate feather pressing his chin down slightly. He let out a noise of discontentment and Cork let him go quickly. “Such a strong name. And I can see his fangs poking through he’s gonna be a heartthrob for the ladies. I can already tell!” Cork handed Nathan back to Debbie as he started to squirm. “You should bring him ‘round to Martha. She’d love to meet him!” “I would, but-” “Martha!” Cork cawed through the air. Pretty soon a whole horde of Hollow Folk came to get an eyeful of Mr. Myles’ nephew Nathaniel. And with them came gifts. Nathan couldn’t help but preen at the attention even if some of the Hollow Folk made his tiny heart clench at the sight of them. They were all quite nice from their first impression. He didn’t know which one had deposited a sunflower crown on his head, but it made him feel special nonetheless. One woman in a similar, newer-looking, black apron compared to Debbie’s came up with a small spoon food of orange-tinted puree. “Let’s see how the baby likes my pumpkin pie.” Nathan wasn’t one to turn down treats, especially if they were as delicious as the hot cocoa he was served before. The tiny spoon slipped into his mouth and he mushed the paste around with his clumsy tongue. It was miles better than the store-bought pies his mother tended to buy at the last moment for Thanksgiving. The filling filled his mouth with warmth and as he swallowed his bite, he couldn’t help but let out a gurgled giggle. “‘Ummy!” He tried to tell the woman who visibly melted at the sight of his joy. “Oh my stars, he loves it!” She cheered triumphantly. “Now, wait a minute,” A sweeter voice chimed in from the back of the crowd. “I want him to try mine!” “And mine!” Several more voices piped up and Nathan found himself the sole judge in a pie-baking contest. Debbie sat down on a bench made from woven fibers and a line of women wanting their pie judged filled in front of her. When each pie was tasted, and each woman gave a word of praise from his limited vocabulary (because each one, he swore, was the best pie he had ever tasted) he was handed a large blue ribbon. “Which one was the best?” Debbie encouraged him to pick. She even set him down on his feet to choose despite his bare feet. The ground was soft even for a child, tufts of grass not too long to trip, but long enough to cover the soil. He took one step forward towards the group. Nathan blinked at the group of women eagerly waiting to be chosen for the ribbon. This attention was as far different than before. He was the center of attention, but rather than doting on him, they were waiting for him to do something. It was all too familiar to his parents. Waiting for him to decide on a college, waiting for him to graduate, waiting for him to do something impressive. Eager to just get it over with, Nathan rushed over to the first woman, the youngest of the group, and handed her the ribbon. He didn’t wait for their response before he rushed to the nearest adult he recognized which just so happened to be Myles. Myles of course wasted no time scooping him up into his arms. Nathan buried his face into the rough texture of the flannel on Myles’ shoulder and held onto him tightly. “‘Ome. ‘Ome.” The revelry of the group seemed to dissipate as they realized their judge wasn’t as enthusiastic as before. “Oh no,” One baker cooed softly. “Did we scare him?” “No, no,” Myles was quick to assure. “Poor baby isn’t used to such a large crowd. He’s really looking forward to seeing his Mommy and Daddy again.” “Well, if Mary would bring him by once in a harvest moon he wouldn’t be so jumpy,” Someone scoffed. “But she’s pretty busy up in her ivory tower now, too busy to say hi to us hicks, huh?” “That’s my sister you’re talking about,” Myles warned. “She’s just been busy what with her work and now the baby-” Debbie took it as a great time to step in. “You all forget how old-school the Count is. He was around before we folk started to spread out. It took him and Mary a great deal of thinkin’ before they decided to let Myles keep the baby overnight.” She lied flawlessly. “Now instead of judging a first-time mom, we should all be thankful and show her her faith was not lost on us to show her baby boy a good time.” “But that can wait til the next trip!” Myles stepped in once more. “She only let me watch him for a few hours so we should get him back about now-” “Awww can’t it wait just a little longer?” Cork lamented. “We haven’t had a baby around since Tibby and Fibby were born!” “And that was over a decade ago!” “Next time,” Myles swore. “If I don’t get him back by nightfall, she’ll be so angry she won’t let me watch him again.” A gasp overtook the crowd as if he admitted to some heinous crime. And then it wasn’t so hard to walk through the village. People waved and cooed at Nathan but didn’t try to halt their path. A few times, they would hand the boy small trinkets and gifts which he accepted happily. A hand-carved wooden dog, a necklace with a bat on the end, and even a woven bracelet slipped onto his chubby wrist. Despite his fright from before, Nathan felt his heart sink the closer and closer they grew to an old white building with purple light emanating from stained glass panes. Was he ready to go home? Wouldn’t it be better to just stay here where people clearly wanted him around? He made a small noise of distress and Myles patted him on his back soothingly. “We’re almost there, bud. You’ll be home soon.” “Wha…” The baby stuttered, fingers dipping closer to his lips in nervousness. “I ‘tay?” He asked. “What is it?” Myles asked, pausing in his steps and looking at Nathan’s hidden face. “Wan’ ‘tay.” Nathan spoke clearer. Debbie chose then to pipe up. “I think he’s asking to stay, Myles.” At once, Myles’ face fell. “Oh, son,” “Wan’ ‘tay.” “You gotta go home, son. Your parents are probably wondering where you are. I already told the town you’re going home…Your place is up there,” Myles motioned to the dirt ceiling. “You’ll go home and eat dinner and…this will all just seem like a weird dream.” Tears sprouted in Nathan’s eyes as his lip quivered. “Nooo!” Myles didn’t know what it was like. Myles could just disappear down here where people liked him and forget about the outside world. His fists struck, thumping against Myles’ shoulder without force but the man kept walking. “Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing if he stayed,” Debbie piped up. “Just for a little while…” “Time moves differently up there, Debs,” Myles sighed. “Each night here is two months up there. He has a life and family up there. And we can’t keep him. Especially if my sister heard that I’ve been toting around a topsider as my nephew.” Nathan sobbed heaving breaths. If he went home, he’d have to go back to a family who barely cared about him. To friends too busy deciding their own futures to even spend the day with him. To the stack of transcripts and pamphlets on his desk demanding he decides what he was going to do when there wasn’t anything that interested him in the world. He wasn’t an athlete or a genius. He was just Nathan, a small-town boy who sometimes bagged groceries at the EZ Mart on the corner. What was there in the world for him when there was something so homely and soft right under his feet? Myles kept walking until he opened the door to the white building. He set Nathan down on the ground and Nathan found himself in a small room. The purple light came from an arched portal in the wall, swirling and glowing with energy. “Now all you have to do is walk through that portal and you’ll be home…” “Wan’ ‘tay!” Nathan said once more but Myles shook his head. “No, you don’t, buddy. You have a life you need to live…And I’ll still see you around occasionally. Maybe even come back to my patch next year and I’ll share a cup of cocoa with you.” Nathan looked up at Myles, his face crumbled and pleading. “You’re breaking my heart here, kid.” Myles sighed… “Go on…” Hands balled up in the fabric of his nightshirt, Nathan turned to the portal and ran through. Clearly, he wasn’t wanted… Nathan woke up on the cold hard ground with a gasp. Shooting up, he turned his head around to see that he was once more back in the pumpkin patch. He was in his old clothes free of any pumpkin guts and part of him wondered if he had just dreamed the entire thing. Tears bubbled in his eyes and he took a moment to cry at the loss. But as he went to stand, several things caught his eye. There in the grass was a sunflower flower crown, a hand-carved wooden dog a bracelet…and a plastic set of vampire fangs. Fishing around his neck, he felt the cold chain of a necklace as well. So it had happened… Gathering his trinkets, Nathan stood and had no other choice but to head home…He walked into the back door hoping to not be noticed, but his luck had always been terrible. “Nate? Is that you? Where have you been?!” His mother called out from the kitchen. “I haven’t seen you all day!” “I was over at Mike’s house…we were…looking at scholarships…” He lied quickly, already heading for the stairs and going up. “Well, we already ate dinner.” She called up to him. “Your plate’s in the fridge.” “Thanks, mom…” She left him alone after that and Nathan was free to hide away his new trinkets on his nightstand. He would lay in bed that night and dream about a world underground. People who looked odd, but had hearts made of gold. Being doted on. Being loved. He’d shed tears on his pillow, hoping one day he could go back.

I understand that, I raise you this food for thought. There are millions of inputs onto the web a day. Yes, getting rid of your footprint is harder than just deleting them, but it's significantly easier to bury the non essential stuff. For instance, JFF and C4S are two sights where hundred and thousands of people try to sell their content with varying levels of success. But it's those with the marketing skills and monetary investments (better camera, lighting, content etc.) That stick around and are remembered. Not to say that OP couldn't do it. But if one were to get to that level of success, they would have plenty of time to reflect on if they really want to be known for their content. If their content doesn't sell, they're one of thousands. Then, it's easy to just delete and forget.

It's my opinion that if someone wants to market videos of themselves for monetary gain, it's there prerogative. It's up to them to know their worth, their market, and conceal their identity how they wish. There isn't a "should" or "shouldn't". There is also no guarantee of success. But in a world where everything is marketable with enough advertising, there will be a buyer for everything. And there are. There are plenty of sites that provide primarily diaper wetting content for monetary gain. To answer OPs question, Just for Fans or Clips4Sale would be your best bet, pal.

One thing that is not shown in this story (given most of the plot is from Jordan's POV and he doesn't know much) is that Mel knew of Jordan's existence from the very beginning and Derek kept her very well informed about Jordan. She knew even before Derek was sure that Jordan would be his little boy eventually. She was surprised when she first met Jordan that he didn't even know the basics of their business. Andrew found out about Jordan after he returned from visiting family and was on the same wavelength as Mel that he would soon be Derek's baby. So, to answer your question, they would be very happy and excited to see Jordan wearing the sleeper. "It's about time!" Mel would say. And Andrew would compliment Jordan on how cute he looked. For your second question, Andrew doesn't wear diapers 24/7. But he is padded most of the time at home. He'll still use the toilet if he needs unless he's diapered, though. Unless he's working, it's not hard to persuade him to trade his training pants or pull-ups for something thicker. Jordan, however, would need more encouragement. Even when his bed wetting (stress-related) fully disappeared he would still wear at least a pull-up to bed just in case. But during the day he would have to be persuaded to wear any kind of padding. It's easier for him to agree to diaper up if he knows Andrew is also wearing. Which, Andrew would do more often just to get Jordan to. Mel spanked Andrew for a multitude of reasons. He was a good boy most of the morning besides the diaper switch incident, but he knew better than to wake Jordan from the nap. Andrew knew Jordan needed the rest and that Mel told him not to wake him, but he suffered from an impatience that led him to act out. And, of course, he loves Jordan like a brother. He loves being a big brother to him. But he does still crave his Mommy's attention. It's not that he was jealous of Jordan. He didn't want to be babied instead of Jordan. He wanted to be babied with Jordan. But he had issues expressing those words and it came out in his actions. He resisted eating his lunch like a good boy and Mel could see he wanted more attention. So, she took him to the nursery to have a little talk. She spanked him because she felt it was necessary to help him feel littler. After all, it's hard to be a big boy while sniffling on Mommy's lap. The bath, the thicker diaper, the shirt, and the mittens were all meant to push him towards a younger mindset to get the attention he wanted. As for your second question, Mel has breastfed Andrew before. It's something he only really does when he's feeling especially little and nonverbal. Particularly after a hard week of work or a stressful event. She doesn't breastfeed any of the littles she babysits though. It's something sweet and tender she keeps special for Andrew.

Sounds like you're pretty resolved to not make resolutions.

Usually when I write, I write the POV as adults who acts as littles because I like the realism of that. But I have an idea brewing that involves forced (kinda forced it's a little grey area) age regression. I was wondering what were some tips/ideas that people really like to see in age regression stories. For detail, the Main Character is a boy. He's 18 normally deaged to around 18 months old. The story is going to involve cloth diapers if that helps. I planned for the MC to be mentally 18 but physically a baby. Would love your thoughts!

I don't. I think it's a great opportunity to turn over a new leaf in life. Not to mention it's helps those with executive disfunction issues get a starting point. It's a good benchmark for change.

Always a good goal to have! I'm rereading the Percy Jackson series in prep for the television show. It's a pretty good series and not an intensive read if you want something laid back. Congrats!!!

Triceratops or stegosaurus! Gimme a beefy lil spikey quadruped!

I remember going to Blockbuster every Friday. My brother and I would each pick out our own movie to watch and we were so excited when we were old enough to be allowed to pick out a horror movie too. My brother went through their entire pro wrestling section and I loved the animated films. Such fond memories.

I know it's a pretty overdone subject, but I'm genuinely curious as to if anyone has a New Years Resolution or at least a goal they want to set for the new year? For me, I'm cutting back on sugar by going sugar free for the next two weeks. I've been working on it already. I went from drinking only cafinated beverages all day to water all day and a singular soda with dinner. I hope by setting a smaller goal for 2 weeks I can stick to it and maybe continue it for a month!

Took a nap until 9pm, finished the latest chapter of my active story, and finally watched Glass Onion with my dog who is scared of fireworks. The movie was great! Happy new year everyone!

From Tenant to Baby: CH 17 Opening night came quickly despite Jordan’s excitement. The weeks leading up to it were spent working on both the files in Derek’s office and his schoolwork. He was proud to say he had made quite the dent in them. And Derek was already using the new database he set up and praising him every time. Due to their conflicting schedules, the pair hadn’t had a set time for Jordan to go into his headspace, but Jordan was fairly certain they would the days following the movie premiere. After all, there was just something about putting both Jordan and Andrew together that brought out the little in them. Tying in something like superheroes and there was no way they were coming out with their maturity intact. Jordan was so sure of this, in fact, it only took a small bit of persuasion from Derek for him to agree to go to the movie diapered. It was a combination of that, and the fact that the movie was 3 and a half hours long that Jordan finally agreed and climbed atop the changing table as he had many times before. “I wish I had a cute little hero diaper cover,” Derek mused as he peered into the stash drawer to pick what Jordan would be wearing that night. “I’ll have to ask Mel.” “Preferably not something too thick,” Jordan piped up. “I don’t know, baby,” Derek smirked while pulling out a simple-looking diaper along with three booster pads. “Three hours is a loooong time.” Jordan’s jaw dropped and Derek laughed, putting the booster pads away. When Jordan was finally dressed, he was relieved that his diaper was almost indistinguishable from his black sweatpants and hero-printed hoodie. “Do you want to bring your binky?” Derek asked, motioning to the drawer of clips and pacifiers. “No…Even if it’s dark there’s still a chance someone sees.” Jordan shook his head. By the time they piled into Derek’s truck, Jordan carried only his cell phone and a light blanket to cover up with in the cold dark theater. Derek quickly assured that he had everything handled and Jordan just needed to enjoy himself. Speaking of, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket and pulled it out to see a text message from Andrew. “Andrew and Mel are 5 minutes out.” “Good. We’ll get there just in time.” Derek smiled. The lobby was packed with people milling about, everyone eager to see the new movie. Also, on the other side of the lobby sat a long foldout table with a banner taped to the front. On the banner was ‘FlixWorld Hiring Event! Join a Crew That’s Out of This World!’ Jordan winced as he saw Trevor manning one end of the table and speaking with a customer. Not wanting to let it bother him, Jordan instead took to looking for Andrew and Mel. Both of them were found leaning against a ticket kiosk and Derek took the lead walking over. “Looks like we’re all here,” He said with a happy smile. “I think it’s best if we divide and conquer. So, Mel would you mind grabbing some napkins and straws while I get the tickets?” “Not a problem,” She nodded. “That leaves you, boys, to get our snacks.” She looked at both Jordan and Andrew. “Don’t worry about candy, I have some in my purse. Just get some sodas and two large popcorn, alright?” Derek was quick to take out a FlixWorld gift card and hand it over to Jordan. “This has more than enough. When you’re done, meet us by the soda machines, okay?” Jordan had to stop himself from muttering, ‘Okay, Daddy’. Now wasn’t the time. Instead, he handed his blanket over to Mel and led Andrew toward the ever-growing concessions line. “I’m so excited,” Andrew beamed. “This is going to be so awesome. I’ve avoided social media all day to keep from being spoiled!” “Same, can you imagine what heroes they’re bringing in? It must be a lot for a 3-and-a-half-hour movie!” The two boys chatted as the line moved ahead. It was as they were near the front that a loud clearing of a throat could be heard. Turning quickly, Jordan noticed Kathy, an old coworker, staring right at him pointing to the sign in front of her that said ‘Premium Members Checkout’. Jordan, of course, wasn’t a premium member, but the message was clear as he pulled Andrew over to her line. “Jordan, oh my god,” She gave him a wide-toothed grin. “It’s been forever! How have you been?” Jordan couldn’t help but return her smile. “Really good actually. Started a new job and it’s going great. What about you?” Kat gave him a slightly strained look. “Could be better. I cut my hours here in half because it’s just absolutely chaos most of the time. You know,” She leaned closer over the counter to whisper conspiratorily. “Dustin just stopped showing up a week after you quit? Just stopped answering everyone’s calls! Whitney’s out of state for the month for training to be a GM. There are rumors she’s going to take Trevor’s job if he can’t lower the turnover rate here.” Jordan’s eyes widened. He didn’t expect that honestly. “But enough gossip. I’ll text you about it later. But for now, you’ve got a movie to see. So what can I get for you?” Jordan rattled off their order and she typed it into the register. “Four medium sodas and two large popcorns.” She nodded. “And I’m marking your drinks as delivery because Connor’s running the cart tonight and he’s going to be so excited to see you.” There was no room for argument. Jordan couldn’t help but laugh as he watched her give a conspiratory glance around the lobby to make sure Trevor was busy before swiping her employee badge to give him a discount. He handed over the gift card and she swiped that as well. Finally, as she was passing over the two tubs of popcorn, she reached for his hand and squeezed. “You look good, Jordan.” She said honestly, all joking aside. “Healthier.” “I feel better.” He assured her, squeezing her hand before letting go and walking off with Andrew. Derek gave a curious look at their lack of drinks but didn’t fuss as Jordan explained the delivery. Instead, he nodded towards the ticket podium and handed over the tickets. The podium worker was someone Jordan didn’t recognize, but he didn’t mind as they were directed down the hall. The small group found their seats easily enough and Jordan was relieved to find that, for the moment at least, there was nobody on the two seats on either side of them. The way they sat in the row was 2 empty seats, Mel, Andrew, Jordan, and Derek with two more empty seats on the other side. It took a little bit of shuffling, Mel and Derek each took a tub of popcorn so that the two littles between them could raise the middle cup holder and lean into the reclining seats. Their blankets were spread across their laps for the moment. And Mel dug through her purse before pulling out a package of baby wipes. “Try not to get butter everywhere, babes.” She instructed and the pair obediently put the wipes between them. Finally, with everything settled, they were free to watch the previews. Connor came not long after with their drinks, but he didn’t have much time besides giving Jordan a quick fist bump and darting off once more. And then the movie started. It was amazing from start to finish. Jordan didn’t even realize 3-and-a-half hours had passed by the time the end credits started rolling. He turned, looking at Andrew with wide eyes. “That. Was. Awesome!” He cheered and Andrew fervently nodded in agreement. “Did you see the part where they had the plane-” “And he jumped into the explosion?!-” “And when out the other side!” Quite a few handfuls of people had started to get up and leave, but Jordan stopped Derek as he went to stand. “We gotta stay for the end credit scene,” He begged, puppy eyes on full force. “Well you two do that, I need to go to the men’s room.” Derek smiled, patting his head. “Some of us didn’t come padded.” Immediately Jordan’s face flamed red and he buried his face into his blanket. How could Derek just casually say that?! “Speaking of which,” Mel smiled as she reached over to slip her hand down the front of Andrew’s pants. “Just what I thought. You’re soaked!” She chuckled. “Couldn’t help it,” Andrew gave a shy smile to Jordan and then Mel. “Didn’t wanna miss the movie.” “What about you, baby?” Mel asked, leaning forward to look at Jordan. Jordan only thanked the fact that Andrew was sitting between them so she couldn’t check. “Dry,” He spoke quickly. But he did need to go rather severely… “I can hold it til we get home.” Andrew fixed him with a strange look. “Why wait? We’re padded for a reason.” “Andrew,” Mel spoke in a warning tone. “Be nice. Let Jordan make his own choices.” It was right around then that the end credit scene started to play and the small group grew quiet again. The end credit scene was almost as good as the movie itself and Andrew and Jordan were talking about it even as they descended the stairs and threw their trash away outside of the theater. By then, Jordan was shifting from foot to foot and there was still no sign of Derek. “Andrew and I will meet you both at home, okay?” Mel asked, squeezing his hand. “He’s probably still waiting in line for the restroom.” “Okay, I’ll go look for him there,” Jordan nodded, waving the other two away before heading down the hall. It was pretty busy as several movies were letting out at the same time. But Jordan was well versed in navigating the busy theater halls from his time working there. At least, he thought he was before he clashed with someone heading for the way he just came from. Jordan quickly righted himself, an apology on his tongue before he saw a familiar trademark smirk. “Ah, Jordan. Fancy seeing you here,” Trevor’s cocky voice rang out. Jordan already felt a headache coming on as he adjusted his hold on his blanket. “Yeah, I just came to see the hero movie. I should probably get going-” “You know we’re having s hiring event out front. It’s not too late to reapply. I’m sure I could pull some strings and get you your old position back.” Trevor insinuated, leaning against the wall, blocking the way Jordan was going to walk. “I could even negotiate a small pay raise if you start tomorrow.” “No thanks. I have a job,” Jordan spat quickly, deciding to go down the other side of the hall. “Oh, come on,” Trevor wasn’t deterred as he started following Jordan through the crowd. “If this is about that stupid promotion, I’m sorry if you felt disappointed. But my reasonings were clear. How about we just clear the slate and start over, yeah?” “I have a job,” Jordan restated, sighing as a giant cardboard cutout blocked his path. He turned to go around but Trevor was already right there and a bit closer to Jordan’s space than he was comfortable in. Trevor let out a loud groan, getting the attention of several passersby before they kept on their way. “You say that, but I called the number that guy gave me and it went straight to voicemail every time. I’m starting to think you lied to me.” His brow furrowed into the hint of a glare. “Now Jordan,” He sneered Jordan’s name. “I’m being generous and offering you your old position back free of any write-ups or warnings. You’d do well to accept my offer.” Jordan’s shoulders were hunched in. It felt like all those weeks ago with Trevor forcing him to do the most undesirable menial tasks as a way of punishing him for stepping out of line. “I don’t-” I don’t want to! Jordan couldn’t force the words out. He felt 2ft tall. It was nothing like the gentle fog that encompassed his mind making him feel small whenever Derek spoke to him in that soothing Daddy voice. “Let’s go up front and fill out the paperwork, Jordan.” Trevor’s hand reached out to grab Jordan’s upper arm in a firm but not painful grip and started to lead him back to the lobby. Jordan knew he should pull away, but it was like his shoes were made of lead and his muscles wouldn’t react. “I have someone waiting for me. I can’t just-” “It’ll take two minutes.” Trevor insisted. “Some of your old coworkers are still here. I’m sure they’d be happy to see you again.” “Jordan!” A familiar and very welcome voice called out. “There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you.” Jordan then found the strength to yank his arm away from Trevor and dart over to Derek who had just come around the corner. He collided with Derek’s chest and immediately felt his welcoming arms wrapping around his shoulders. “Bud? What’s wrong? What happened?” Derek asked worriedly as Jordan’s fists gripped his shirt tightly. “Excuse me,” Trevor’s voice rang out from behind Jordan, causing him to tense up. “We were in the middle of something if you don’t mind. Jordan, let’s go.” Jordan shook his head quickly, nuzzling impossibly closer to Derek. He didn’t care if he looked strange, burying his face into the chest of a grown man. Derek was holding him securely with no sign of letting go. “I don’t think Jordan wants to go with you, pal,” Derek spoke calmly and evenly. “Go run along.” “Excuse you?” Trevor’s seething voice rang out causing Jordan to give the slightest tremble. “Excuse you, actually.” Derek never wavered in his hold. “We were just leaving.” “You must not know who I am,” Trevor put on his trademark sass. The kind of tone that had him labeled as ‘charismatic’ to the higher-ups whenever they decided to visit. “My name is Trevor Guzman and I’m the general manager here at FlixWorld.-” “No, you must not know who I am,” Derek sneered, his arms gently shifting Jordan to snuggle in under his arm rather than his chest. “My name is Derek Kay and I’ll have you know I have extensive ties to this community. It may not be tonight, it may not be this week, but I can and I will have you out of a job as soon as possible. I already have your voicemail and soon I’ll have all the footage from these cameras. Count your fucking days, Guzman.” Derek wasted no time shoving the pair of them past Trevor and out the door. Jordan couldn’t help it as he started babbling on the way to the car. “I’m sorry if I ruined the night, I was trying to look for you and he just wouldn’t leave me alone!” “You didn’t do anything wrong, baby boy,” Derek soothed immediately, and all heat from his tone disappeared. “I shouldn’t have left you. I could have waited 10 more minutes for the bathroom, but I wasn’t thinking. Let’s get you home, yeah?” Jordan really liked the sound of that. Back on the road, Jordan noticed the truck driving a longer route than usual. He shifted in his seat, hearing his diaper’s muffled crinkle as his thighs squeezed together. “Daddy, I gotta potty,” He spoke softly. Now that his body wasn’t panicked, the edges of fog that had been slowly creeping up from the movie were coming back in full force. But Derek said nothing. He merely leaned over and grabbed Jordan’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. It was obvious what he wanted to happen. Jordan’s fingers tangled in the blanket nervously. He hadn’t ever tried to wet on purpose. It was always out of his control. But…he wanted to do this for Derek. Closing his eyes, Jordan slowly opened his legs. His bladder ached with the effort to hold on, but Jordan was determined to let go. One of his fingers on his free hand reached up to push at his lip, not quite sticking into his mouth. He wished he hadn’t passed up Derek’s offer for a pacifier now… He took a deep breath. And another. In and out, slowly but surely relaxing more and more with each exhale. The first spurt came as a surprise and he couldn’t help his flinch. But of course, the diaper eagerly absorbed every drop. Derek’s thumb traced the back of his hand encouragingly. Slowly, throughout the ride, he managed to dribble more and more into his diaper until finally his bladder gave up and surrendered its contents into his diaper. For a moment, he was afraid it would leak. But the wetness distributed itself throughout the entire padding. It mostly soaked up under his bottom, but Jordan could feel the swell of it pushing his thighs apart as well. “Daddy,” He called out, finger dipping just a bit into his mouth. “Yes, baby?” Derek asked as he turned the truck to head down his long driveway. “‘M soggy…” A warm smile immediately spread across Derek’s face. It was as if Christmas came early and Jordan remembered something he had asked Derek a long time ago. ‘You really like this, huh?’ ‘Absolutely.’ It seemed like such a strange thing. Like an abstract concept that Jordan couldn’t quite grasp. But then again, he was the one looking forward to the diaper change he knew was coming. “Don’t worry, baby,” Derek assured him as he put the truck in park. “Daddy will clean you right up.” Mel and Andrew got out of their car as Derek and Jordan hopped out of the truck and the small group made their way inside. “Alrighty, we got two soggy bottom boys,” Derek announced, much to Jordan’s embarrassment. “Mel, feel free to take the nursery. I’ll change Jordan in my room.” “Sounds good to me, boss,” Mel smiled. “C’mon, Roo. Let’s get your widdle butt changed.” Derek turned to Jordan as the pair disappeared down the hall. “I’ll grab some supplies and meet you in my room, okay?” “Okay, Daddy,” Jordan responded, earning himself a kiss on the forehead. He tossed the blanket on Derek’s bed and started to pull at his hoodie. Getting it over his head, he tossed that aside too before discarding his shoes. Peering into the floor-length mirror Derek had next to his dresser, Jordan couldn’t help but notice how prominent the swell of his wet diaper was in his sweatpants. Cupping the front where the bulge was most noticeable, he could still feel the warmth of his accident pressing against his privates and his hand. He could sort of, kind of see what Andrew liked about it so much… Derek found him pulling down the waistband of the sweats, looking at the faded stars. He tossed an armload of supplies onto the bed. “C’mon, diaper boy,” He teased. “Let’s not get another rash.” Jordan scoffed, Tossing the sweatpants off his hips and stepping out of them. “I was just lookin’.” “Remind me to show you what simulated wettings are,” Derek mused. “I think you’d like it and I’d be more comfortable leaving you wet long enough for you to experiment…But for now, my baby has sensitive skin, and he needs a new pamper before his butt gets chapped.” Jordan’s face turned red, but he laid down on the changing mat regardless. Derek was efficient with diaper changes. Even if it wasn’t on an actual changing table this time. What caught Jordan’s attention was the double boosters Derek slipped under his butt with a baby blue diaper. It was quite thick, all things considered, and it seemed like Derek was making up for his earlier comment about three hours being a pretty long time. That done, Derek reached for a set of what looked like plastic underwear and slid it up Jordan’s legs. The plastic crinkled loudly as it settled around his padding. Each shift told Jordan just how little he was. Derek’s face held an excited gleam as he took in Jordan’s babyish appearance. But it appeared he wasn’t finished yet. Reaching for Jordan’s shirt, he slipped it off. Jordan didn’t have time to feel cold before a familiar footed sleeper set came into view. It was the navy blue one Derek had shown in him all that time ago. The set that no other little had ever worn before. Tears filled Jordan’s eyes at the gentle motions Derek demonstrated as he slipped the sleeper up Jordan’s legs. “D-Daddy-” He sniffled. “Daddy’s here, baby,” Derek assured immediately. The sleeper fit him perfectly. Like it was made only for him. It smelled of Derek’s laundry soap. It smelled like the nursery. He smelled like a baby. It was Derek’s favorite scent, of course. Once Jordan was all dressed up, each button is done up with care, and he slowly stood. Even in the slight bagginess of the sleeper, it was obvious to see his diaper and the plastic underwear underneath. He felt so small…almost…almost too small, he mused as he slipped back to sit back down on the edge of the bed. And once he was sitting, well it was much comfier to lay back. God, he wished he had a- And Derek thought of that too. As gentle as ever, Derek clipped a white strap to Jordan’s- Jordan’s sleeper and offered the attached binky to Jordan’s mouth. He accepted it greedily, small suckling noises filling the quiet air of the room. He was content now- Wait no. Not yet. “Mmmm-” Jordan whined, low and insisting. His knees bent, planting his feet on the edge of the bed. “‘Addy,” He slurred. “Wan’ my Kay.” Confusion colored Derek’s face before he had a sudden look of realization. “Daddy will go get her, babe. Just sit tight.” Derek was gone and back before Jordan could blink. This time returning with a familiar giraffe plush which he handed to Jordan’s grabby hands. Jordan could only imagine the sight he made. God, if his self from months before could see him now…Well…he’d probably be jealous… He felt like such a baby. He looked like one too, he knew. And he smelled like one. That must mean he was one. The mere thought sent a jolt of pleasure like butterflies through his stomach…He could get used to this. “Baby,” Derek’s eyes were wide. Absorbing every detail of him. “Would you be upset if I took a photo?” Jordan shook his head. That was perfectly fine with him. He tried his best to be cute as he saw Derek pull his phone out. He had his binky, he had his giraffe, his diapers, and his sleeper…There was just one more thing. Arm reaching out, Jordan made a grabbing motion not to the phone, but to Derek. The shutter went off before Derek realized, but as he pulled his phone away from his face, his eyes softened. Finally, Derek climbed atop the bed as well, wrapping his arms around Jordan and pulling him into an embrace. Jordan couldn’t help but coo. He had everything he could want. He had everything he could need. This…This was perfect. A/N: And there we have it! The unofficial final chapter of the main story for Derek and Jordan. And just minutes before the new year (CST anyway)! I hope the new year holds something special for each and every one of the lovely people who have read this story and taken the time to comment. Unfortunately, the original story of Derek and Jordan has come to a close. However! The story isn’t entirely over! After all, we have quite a few loose ends to tie up. For instance: How well does Jordan do in school? How will Derek’s life change now that he has a little of his own? And a few more antics I can think to put these guys through. However, at the moment, I would like to take a break and work on other projects. I am, after all, writing my own book. And I have been putting that off to work on this story. I’ll still be around of course. And I may even post an update to this story. Or I might continue an old story. Or I might start a new one! Also, I would like to say that my PMs are always open for those wanting to talk about this story, or one of my others, or just wanting to talk! And lastly, thank each and every one of you that has read this story or commented or cheered me on. It’s been you guys that have kept my motivation for writing going and making me fall in love with the characters that were once just a basic concept. ❤️ Hugz and Luvz xoxox - Valen Lavellan

This is a very interesting concept. As far as the education system goes, I think it's a mix of both schools dumbing down their curriculum and advancing it too far too soon. For instance, my JH was separated large between advanced courses and regular curriculum. In 6th grade as soon as I showed an advanced understanding in a concept, they put me into that advanced course. That of course was around the time they started to put more technology into schooling and were experimenting with teaching concepts. I was taking calculus in 7th grade being taught by videos of my teacher performing the practice concepts while she sat at her desk checking emails all day. Meanwhile the regular class was still learning long division. This continued into high school. My final year in JH they had record breaking high test scores for my class. Immediately the following year, they had record number failures. It got to the point in my high school, my trigonometry teacher told me I should have learned a concept in algebra 1. It blew her mind to know I never took algebra 1. My academic counselor (and all the other advanced curriculum kids) had us skip it in favor of algebra 2. By my senior year in high school, I was cheating on almost all of my core classes just to keep up. There was a distinct lack of tutoring available to the point where it wasn't learn or scrape by. It was recognize pattern reconstruction well enough to pass or cheat on every assignment to keep your gpa. We had kids graduating HS with associates degrees while the other half (the ones who couldn't adapt or were considered collateral damage) failed until they were given enough mandatory summer school to pass too. Earlier this year, I found they were teaching long division to my 3rd grade cousin. There's no telling what information they're skipping over to accelerate the curriculum. And then there's this:

My brother actually got (charcoal) coal one year. My family used to do 1 gift from santa a year with everything else being from everyone else. That year my brother was being pretty bad in school with getting into fights and not doing his work. Keep in mind, we didn't believe in santa at the time but for the sake of the littler kids we still got santa presents. So for his santa present he unwrapped a briquette of charcoal with a little note that said "do better next year". He still got other presents of course. It was more for the little kids to warn them about misbehaving. As for soap in the mouth, I did witness a kid in my after school babysitting group who had to do that. Someone in the group snitched he was cursing on the bus and our babysitter made him sit at the snack table with a bar of soap in his mouth!

Gave it a shot for giggles but couldn't manage to find the comic you're looking for either. But I did find this if it's any consolation:

Late to the game but This entire episode of the Cartoon Network show Chowder was just very embarrassing to watch. But specifically this scene. The entire premise was a bunch of men pretending to be babies to avoid having to work.

Thank you so much for reading! And most likely not. These recent chapters tend to take me a full week to write. Plus, I have a few other engagements this week that will keep me busy. So the next chapter most likely won't come out til next week at some point.