fanfiction The Traveler (Completed 8/26/2021)

Posterchina · April 4, 2021

Happy Easter everyone. Just another short part today.

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Chapter 14 Part Three

She felt a weight upon her body as she came too. Mira felt sluggish, her body hurt, and her head was spinning. Oh, and she was also naked considering her armor was gone. The Death Knight didn't wear much clothing aside from her armor; it wasn't like most adventurers ever seemed to take such things off anyway. As her mind came too, though, her eyes widen as she needed to find the baby!

Quickly sitting up, she was surprised to hear a short yelp and gasp next to her. As she looked down, relief and happiness welled up inside her; it was the baby!

He looked at her with shock and happiness, "Mira!" He yelled as he embraced and hugged her; tears streamed down his eyes, "You're okay!"

Mira wasn't ready for the sudden and unexpected embrace, even though she had wanted to do this for so long. When was the last time she hugged someone? As she considered it, her mind was hit with a sharp pain that caused her to yell and grasp at her head.

"AHH!" Her shout caused the baby to panic briefly and pull away from her. But Mira couldn't pay attention as the unshakeable tide of memories assailed her mind. All the good, the bad, and the horrific in one go. The curse was gone, but in place came the burden of truth. And for the first time in years, Mira felt herself beginning to cry. It came in heaving sobs that caused her body to shudder violently, if not for the baby holding onto her in the embrace.

"Light, j-just hold Mira, I think I can fix this!" She didn't want him to stop it, though; she needed to feel this moment.

"NO!" She shouted aloud, "L-let me have th-this pain, please!"

This moment was the first part of her redemption and, in a way, her new life. Mira had to accept the truth of what was lost before and her failures. All she could do now was hug the one person that cared about her in this world now. And focus on his warmth as years of pent up emotional anguish and loss released at this one moment.

It took Mira sometime to calm down from her hysterics. Whatever Henry had done to her had opened the figurative and literal floodgates upon her awakening. Henry didn't try to remember it as watching a Death Knight openly weeping and sobbing, but rather a woman who just freed herself from whatever curse had plagued her. A part of him felt terrible; his actions seemed to have unleashed something that caused Mira to have a near mental breakdown. However, he had done the impossible and given her "life" back.

Nevertheless, Henry was left to pick up the pieces. Where did he even begin in trying to help Mira? He looked over at the almost catatonic woman. Mira had broken from his embrace, likely wanting a little bit of time to herself. She was sitting near the campfire, with her head between her knees and sobbing. Mira looked as if she was trying to curl herself up into a ball. Memories of what happened with Night Elf sprang to mind, but he knew that what she was feeling wasn't fear or anger. Mira said she wanted "the pain."

Deciding that he wouldn't ask anything more, Henry opted to try and busy himself. There wasn't much to do, though, and that left him with trying to take care of a seemingly broken woman. He idly noticed that the Cherub was still floating around the campsite, which was quite odd. As he tried to focus on the task at hand, he concluded; he was stuck. What was he supposed to do? His experience with soothing crying women was still limited, but he couldn't let this go on without being there for Mira. She had risked life and limb for him; hell, she had been put in this position because of his ineptitude. The least he could do was be there for her.

As he waddled over to her, he idly noticed that his diaper was getting quite wet. Thankfully, he could probably still go for a while without a change. That was good; he didn't want to suddenly stop whatever he would do to change it. The Death Knight either didn't notice or care as he sat down next to her on Mira's left side. Once again, Henry was thankfully for the thick padding as it gave him a nice cushion for his butt.

"Mira?" Henry asked quietly, but he received no response from her. The padded traveler didn't know what to say at this moment. For once, Henry felt embarrassment over his inaction, and a wave of uncertainty welled up inside him. Should he give her space? Was it dangerous to assume that she wanted to talk? There were no words that came to mind to ask her how she was "feeling" or what she wanted to do now. He just wanted to be here for her, to help Mira.

But it was that indecision that ultimately made Henry conclude, perhaps it was best to be nearby, letting Mira know that she wasn't alone in all of this. Henry could recall some of the matrons did that with him, back when he was very young and hardly spoke that they'd sit by his side and wait for him to get better or let him make the first move. He didn't know if a tactic used on an overgrown toddler would apply in this situation, but it was better than nothing. After being the catalyst in this situation, he didn't know if he wanted to "help" her for fear of causing her further grief.

No, this was different, and he wasn't going to leave her alone.

"Okay," Henry started speaking again, "I'll be right here, Mira. I won't go anywhere, okay?" His right hand reached over and gently graced the top of her midnight black hair. Even in her current state, it still felt smooth. Regardless, It was an awkward head pat, but Henry didn't know what else to do.

Once he pulled his hand away, he was left to stare at the burning fire in front of him. He wondered what they'd do for the next few days? Mira seemed "comfortable" with the idea of him needing diapers and being a baby, but he didn't think it would be appropriate given her current state to go full baby mode. But as Henry considered the future, he felt a cold hand slowly grasp his right hand. Quite shocked, he looked over to see that Mira moved her left hand down, but her face was still buried in between her legs.

She wasn't crying anymore, but he could see her body shaking, and a few sobs escaped from her. Still, this was a good start.

"Thank you..." Henry's eyes widen as he heard her quietly give thanks to him. She sounded terrible, and his heart ached at having been the one to cause all this misery for her. Thoughts drifted back to the Night Elf, and Henry decided that he wasn't going to let this go on.

Henry felt encouraged to be a little more proactive now, and he scooted closer to Mira. He exchanged, holding her hand in favor of wrapping his entire right arm around her shoulders and bringing their bodies together. He felt Mira stiffen at the proximity of his warm body and even more so when she felt him kiss the top of her head. That kiss seemed to be the right action, as Henry briefly saw the Death Knights face look at him in surprise as she pulled away from her knees.

A mental cheer went through Henry's mind at the success of his forwardness. Maybe the kiss was a little much, but such displays of affection had to mean something to Mira.

"Bold of you..." Mira commented to him, but he felt her body relax a little bit, and she even leaned into his embrace. At that moment, Henry felt some surprise now at how well he was doing in regards to helping Mira get better. 'I have a way with women, I guess.' The rather amusing thought came to mind, and Henry chuckled at it and Mira's comment.

Finally, a comfortable silence descended between the two. Henry could see hear occasional sniffles from Mira, but she just seemed more interested in enjoying his embrace. A few times, he saw her eyes were closed, and at one point, he could feel her left arm wrap around his waist. Henry didn't feel like this was a moment between either lovers or a mommy and her baby. It felt more like a pair of people enjoying each other's company after a trying experience.

All he could hope now was that he had done the right thing for Mira. But as he felt her head lean against his right shoulder, Henry felt like an overwhelming sense of pride and happiness at that moment.

Mira couldn't imagine that this was how she'd finally interact with him, that their first face-to-face meeting would result in her breaking down into sobbing and him needing to comfort her. Hadn't she been the one fantasizing about it being the other way around? It might have amused her if not for the upsetting thoughts that weighed upon her heart and mind.

The last three hours had been trying for her. An avalanche of memories and emotions after years of mental and emotional numbness meant that many old wounds became opened again. All the things she had done under the Lich Kings command. Each and every horror she had taken part in and all those that suffered because of her actions. A piece of Mira almost wished that whatever he had done to her could be undone. But she smothered those dangerous thoughts before they could take hold of her. After all these years, she finally had gotten the memories of her previous life back. But it now brought little comfort when being forced to confront what she had done.

Her grief was so intense that it left her unable to move. It was not the tears, the sobbing, or the cursed knowledge of knowing what actions brought her to a standstill. No, it was her trying to accept what she had done. Though she could move forward, nothing could ever wipe away what she had done.

Memories that would've been treasured in the past, now they haunted her. Mira's thoughts drifted towards her parents, Connor, Ayna, and Landan. It was impossible to keep the singular repeating idea associated with all of them, failure. She had failed them when they needed her the most, could not protect them and even failed to die with them.

And her punishment was to become one of Artha's Death Knights. To exist in a state of tormented uncertainty and neverending war, always moving through one wasteland after another. How many years had she spent killing those that were innocent? Even when she and the other Death Knights of the Ebon Blade broke free, even with the Lich King finally fell...there was no redemption, no light at the end of the tunnel for her. All that was left for Mira was to wander the wastes of Northrend, perhaps hoping to find some death that was she worthy of undertaking. But the lingering curse, those damnable demands of her former prince, prevented her from ever genuinely ending her life.

Well, that wasn't entirely true. Death Knights could end their lives willingly; it just had to be slow and agonizing. Perhaps it was part of some failsafe to prevent one from just ending it all in one go. There were indeed a few times where even Mira couldn't go through such a process.

Sometimes Mira toyed with the idea, the thought of actually ending it all. When she arrived at the Forgotten Shore, there was the consideration to walk into the sea and let the icy waters take her completely — returning to the place where this nightmare all began to be her final resting place. However, the desire to overcome the curse by death was replaced by surprise and curiosity when she spotted a young man toddling around in diapers. The sight amazed her. It even broke her out of her haze for just a few minutes as she remembered seeing something similar in her previous life.

Now she remembered why it brought up such feelings. Watching Ayna and Landan when they were toddlers, the feeling of amusement and love as she saw them playing without a care in the world. They played under the protective gaze of their mother. And Mira knew that she would do anything to protect them. For that same reason, she left them to join Prince Arthas and his expedition to destroy the Cult of the Damned and their demonic master, to end the nightmare unfolding in her homeland. To her shame, Mira took up arms and left her children with her parents, hoping that her husband would return from his mission with Royal Intelligence. Mira told herself that she was doing this to protect her family and kingdom. But in her heart, she knew why she indeed left.

She had grown tired of being a mother.

Mira loved her children, but sometimes she missed being a soldier. She loved being a wife to Connor, but she missed being his equal and not his subordinate. At the time, Mira wanted to rekindle her dream of becoming a knight, or maybe Mira just tried to remind herself of what she had lost upon having Landan and Ayna. A foolish desire, one that she paid dearly for, time and time again. All this pain and misery because she wanted to be something other than a mother to her children. Such shame ate at her heart now.

For her returned memories left her with the most serious of afflictions of the what-ifs. Could she have done things differently? Of course, Mira always had a choice, and even at the time when things were at their worst in Northrend, she fought for an attempt to get home. But it was all too late in the end. The one thing she wanted the most was to see her husband and children again, but it was never to be.

But fate had given her a second chance. The young man, this baby-boy, whose shoulder her head was resting on, had saved her. Though this "salvation" had brought her great pain, it also had given her great joy. Mira was whole again; she knew who she was and what she had to do now. She had failed her children, but she would not abandon the child before her. Her purpose was clear after all, but Mira had to recognize specific issues.

For one, the boy before Mira wasn't just some overgrown baby. Though she hated that he got involved in the battles against the Rock-Worm, he clearly showed courage and capabilities. He cared for her, tended her wounds, and practically dragged her through a mile of tunnels. More than that, she had tasted him in the most embarrassing of ways. To think that she would perform fellatio after all these years, and on such an innocent baby!

Conflict arose in her heart and mind. He looked and acted like a baby, and his soul was that of an infant. But his body and mind were that of a young man budding into adulthood. It was a paradox to her. This was the same boy who had cried and pooped his diapers on the Forgotten Shore. Now he acted as her husband did whenever he had to comfort her. Mira felt his strong arm around her shoulders, his warm body next to her icy one, and his gentle smile. But it was the kiss that surprised her. And would've had her blushing if such a thing was still possible for her. It was both innocent and comforting, having both the kindness that only a child could have mixed with the confidence and strength that was almost manly.

This little diaper-wearing baby boy (man?) was wooing her, successfully, she might add. It would've been one thing to be aroused by him, but feeling affection? That was impossible for Mira. She loved Connor, would always love him even. But Mira didn't want to be alone anymore. Not when she was given this second chance to experience life. And watching this...young man fawn and fuss over her was sweet.

"Brrr!" He spoke up now, disturbing Mira from her thoughts. Looking at him with some concern, she saw that he had a small smile on his face as he looked towards the fire that he had made for them both. It had gone from a rather active fire to a smoldering one. How long had they been together like this? Mira felt a little bad now, especially once she realized that she was quite cold. Here he was, trying to keep her warm in whatever way he could.

An idle thought crossed her mind, a memory of what she and Connor used to do to keep each other warm in the winter. Sex, lots and lots of sex. She gasped so silently that the baby didn't hear her as he went to grab some more firewood. Mira was somewhat thankful that she couldn't blush anymore; her cheeks would've been crimson. It was such a naughty and even obscene thought. Right, she had already gone quite far with blowing the baby boy, but actual sex? No, she couldn't do that with him, could she?

Mira slowly looked over at him, watching as he gathered up some more firewood. The idea of her being on top of him, or vice versa, and fucking her was...was ludicrous! Granted, while Mira wanted to say that he was a baby, that wasn't true. And it wasn't like his cock couldn't please her. Hell, it had been years since she had last done the dirty deed, so she was due for some sex. But with him?

Looking over at him, she couldn't deny that she felt a growing interest in the notion. It felt...energizing. When was the last time she felt arousal or lust? It was conflicting though with her desire to protect and care for him, though! But then again, couldn't such things be interchangeable? A shiver went down her spine — the thought of him staring up at her with those precious eyes with pure love. His face contorted into an amalgamation of pleasure, desire, and need. All the while, she was riding his cock and feeling him inside her, feeling that warmth he seemed to exude moving from across her body as she shuddered from orgasm after orgasm.

"Ahh," Mira muttered to herself as she felt her body slowly react at the images running through her mind.

However, in a rather humorous discovery, all thoughts of sex drifted away as she noticed something about the boy's pants. It was so cute that he didn't see, but even more so when she realized that he needed to be changed now. Perhaps Mira should keep in mind that while she could do adult things with him, he'd always needed to be taken care of like a baby.

Finally, it dawned on her how crazy this whole situation had become, and for the first time in almost nine years...Mira giggled aloud.

Henry almost couldn't believe it when he heard it. A giggle, warped by the magic in her voice, but it was a giggle nonetheless. Turning around, he saw that Mira had a small grin on her face as she stared at him. Or, more importantly, staring at his bottom. Henry blushed as he realized that he had forgotten about the state of his diaper in all the excitement. The magic surrounding his diaper had most certainly expanded it outward, making it quite clear even through the thicker trousers that he was wearing a diaper. Henry could still smell the waft of baby powder coming from him, and the abnormally loud crinkling was still there.

But no, what likely caused Mira to giggle was the fact there was a large wet stain on the front and back of his pants! He couldn't believe it; his diaper had leaked?! The poor boy's face got especially red and flushed at not even recognizing that it had leaked. Henry couldn't bear to look over at Mira, who, while she wasn't teasing or even saying anything, he didn't want her to see any more of this embarrassing moment. Yes, she had seen in him diapers already, but this was still a rather uncomfortable position to find themselves. His Death Knight guest didn't say anything, but Mira was enthralled with the performance in front of her.

The fates were playing a "cruel" joke upon Henry as he tried in vain to do something about his current state. In a way, this was helping both of them after such a trying experience. It was quite humiliating for Henry as he tried in vain to explain this situation to her.

"I'm s-orry, I think I need t-o c-hange real f-ast!" Henry stammered out and tried to move away, but it seemed that the magic of his diaper was responding to the caretaker present in the room with him. As he prepared to find a spot to change his diaper, a rather quirky set of events happened. First, Henry's trousers seemed to be pulled down by themselves, as if someone had just pantsed him.

"ACK!" Henry called out in surprise at the sudden reveal of his diapered state.

Second, the poor boy lost his footing due to the surprise pantsing. Now with the trousers around his ankles and the wet padding around his waist, he lost his balance. This loss of footing causes him to fall backward and land on his soggy bottom, almost as if presenting the used diaper to Mira.

Finally, the diaper bag fell to the ground next to the presented infant. Out of it came a host of changing supplies, including a bottle of milk and a rattle for Henry. Fate had laid out Henry, as if saying, "Please change this baby's diaper, now!"

Mira, to her credit, raised an eyebrow at the rather strange event that just transpired before her. She focused on the state of his diaper and the words "Mommy's Baby" adorned on the front of it.

"Cute..." Mira remarked with a small smile to the embarrassed adult baby lying in front of her. Henry wanted to die at this moment, even if it wasn't the worst experience he'd been in yet. All the work Henry put into being the man at this moment. And it was "ruined" by this strange event. He couldn't believe it, though; it was a magic diaper that actively put him into positions like this! Still, the embarrassment caused him to tear up.

That seemed to get Mira's attention, though, and she was moved so fast that Henry barely noticed before she was at his side. "Shhh..." The Death Knight looked down at him with those winter blue eyes with tenderness as she coo'd at him. "No tears..." And her soothing did work on him. But whatever magic this diaper had wasn't done just yet.

As Henry was gazing upon at Mira, seeing her maternal side come out stirred something in his loins. Nothing about what she was doing was erotic, but Henry found his desire for her to increase. His mind started replaying all the memories that Connor had of her. Her body, her smile, and the feeling of her lips around his cock. Speaking of it, Henry felt himself getting increasingly hard. It was almost baffling at how fast it was growing as well.

"Mira..." Henry spoke quietly towards the woman kneeling beside him.

The Death Knight had started to gently stroke his hair, lovingly, "I'll change you..." It came out quietly as she pulled away before Henry grabbed her right hand. This action seemed to surprise her; hell, it even surprised Henry a little bit. Pulling himself up, Henry looked at Mira in her beautiful eyes. He felt his cock was now aching for a release. Whatever was happening to Henry had given him a fair amount of courage to do something daring.

He kissed Mira.

Henry didn't know what happened now. In the span of a few minutes, his diaper had embarrassingly leaked, he humiliated himself in front of Mira, and it looked like it was going to turn into a standard diaper change. But instead, Henry felt a powerful urge, a desire even, to kiss Mira. He wanted to taste her body, wanted to fill her with his seed, and wanted to make her happy.

The kiss lingered, and Henry felt like his lips felt like they were caressing an icicle. Mira didn't resist the kiss, though, but she might have been too shocked at what Henry had just done.

He waited a few seconds and figured he might have screwed up, but before he could speak an apology, Mira shocked him by returning the kiss with some more passion.

Posterchina · April 5, 2021

Chapter 14, Part Four

His lips tasted delightful to Mira. They had a milky flavor to them, which seemed to amuse Mira. Looking down at his shocked, blushing face, Mira felt like a woman that had discovered a cute little boy who wanted to have some grown-up fun. In a bizarre inverse, she almost felt like a mother wanting to take care of her child's rather "unique" need.

Mira was aroused by all of this, even more so upon watching such a humiliating sight. And somehow, the baby continued to "woo" her by showing initiative and kissing her. The kiss was a warm and wet thing, which sent a tingle down her spine. His desire was evident, especially when she felt the front of his diaper and found that he was rock hard. Everything about this situation was...fun? Yes, that was the right word to use. It was fun, along with arousing and enticing.

As she gazes down at him, he looked so weak and vulnerable. His body was a soft thing, though she saw muscles developing. Mira, on the other hand, saw him gazing at her nude, chiseled body. Her body wasn't something that she ever considered, but with her awakened mind, she found herself aware of how strong she looked and felt. This was a good realization, though; it meant that she'd be able to protect him, and her strength would go a long way.

But here at this moment? Mira found herself enjoying the domination that strength gave her over the vulnerable, skinny, little diaper-boy before her. Even with his magic, he was still a weak thing, which meant he needed to be cared for in all things.

And Mira recognized that sex would have to be included.

"Okay..." Mira started with a small smile, "Baby wants attention..."

The baby must have been quite surprised when she moved and straddled his stomach. He whimpered as he felt the leaky diaper spill just a little more peepee out to the cold ground under him. She'd take care of that wet diaper soon enough, but for now, she had another "duty" to attend to at the moment. Mira lowered her face down to his, her mouth latched onto him, and she began to make out with him aggressively. He squirmed for only a few seconds before he calmed down and relaxed into the kissing.

Mira found herself enjoying the kissing. Then again, how many years had it been since her lips had touched Connor's? Light, how long had it been since another man touched her body? She idly wondered if this count, and when she felt the baby's hands move to grip her ass, even Mira couldn't resist the shocked gasp as his hot fingers touched such a sensitive place.

She pulled away slightly from the kissing, "N-naughty!" She exclaimed to him with some surprise. His hands shouldn't be roaming her body like that! It was alright for her to do naughty things to him to ensure that he wouldn't touch himself or do anything terrible. Granted, Mira felt her body tingling further at his touch. Once again, her thoughts turned to him, wanting to mount and fuck her. Memories of letting Connor do that to her used to be a big turn-on for the two of them. But she was trying to be the dominant one here; she couldn't let this baby do something like that to her!

Her baby didn't respond, instead opting to raise his mouth towards her right nipple and latching onto it. This familiar sensation caused Mira to stiffen and gasp further. By the Light and the Gods, this felt amazing to Mira! She recalled her children suckling from her breast and her husband similarly stimulating her, but to have both sensations was driving Mira wild.

"~Ahh!" She gasped silently to herself in pleasure over the feeling of his tongue and mouth trying to get her breastmilk. Right now, she'd give anything to fill his stomach with it and let them enjoy a truly intimate moment. Mira felt the warmth in her body, turning into a heat that was burning inside her. Her womanhood moistened upon this growing desire to feel him inside her.

The two of them were starting to awkwardly make out their hands running up and down each other body, but Mira remembered the stiff feeling in the front of his diaper. Reluctantly pulling back, she was rewarded with a whimper from the baby as he stared at her retreating form.

"Hold on..." She gave a small smile to him, "Someone is all stiffy..." Mira pulled back to get a better look at his leaky diaper before started pulling off the tapes. Mira watched with some amusement as the cock sprang to attention once free of its confines. "Someone's peepee is now a big peepee." Henry gave the sweetest giggle that caused Mira to swoon almost. How could someone be this cute?

Opting to leave the soaked diaper under his butt, Mira returned to moving her body to lie on top of Henry and went back to kissing him. She could feel his swollen member poking her, trying to get some release, but she wasn't going to let him decide on what to do with it. Mira was the adult here, the one in control even though she could feel her adulthood tightening and begging for some action. Well, alright, then. They might as well both enjoy themselves.

As she pulled back from her kiss, she looked directly at her little man, "Mama's going to let you put your peepee in her, okay?" She idly noticed her throat was hurting from speaking. It had been a long time since she said more than a single sentence to someone.

He gave an enthusiastic nod and a broad smile on his face, "Okay!" Something about this situation made Mira figure out that it would be effortless to make him do anything if she offered some sexual activity in return. Even her husband, Mr. Royal Intelligence, wasn't immune from the promise of sex from her.

Mira continued speaking, "But you have to get permission from Mama to cum, okay?"

That request seemed to confuse him, but he nodded all the same.

Smiling, Mira recalled a particular trick she learned from her experiences with Connor. As she moved her body and positioned herself over his cock, she gently teased the boys' nipples and then slowly moved her fingers down to his ribs. Her hand was still quite cold against his warm body, but that difference caused him to body further stimulation. He shivered from the pleasure, which in turn caused Mira to feel in control and wanting him. Moving her right hand back over his chest, Mira positioned herself and used her left hand to grab his hot, throbbing cock and gently slid it into her moist slit.

'Oh...oh, light!' He wasn't big as Connor, but that was fine for her. He was just the right size, and he filled her up quite nicely. Mira felt like her body was on fire now, and the entire mind focused on this moment to a razor's edge. A part of her wondered what Connor would think about her, and she felt some guilt, but she remembered that Connor always wanted her to be happy. They had both told themselves if one of them died in the battle, the other would move on and find new love. Something told her that Connor would not hold this moment, or any future moments like this, against her.

So right now, Mira felt like she was doing the right thing. The baby below her squirmed and gasp and even gurgled in pleasure at the feeling. Everything at this moment was between two people that cared for each other, perhaps also loved one another to a certain extent.

Mira knew that she wasn't doing anything wrong now, and that made her feel beautiful.

Henry didn't know how things got to this point, but he had no qualms about it all!

One of the most beautiful creatures he had met yet was fucking him, called her his mama, and looked to be in pure bliss as well. It was an awkward event, to say the least, as Mira's body was quite cold. Thankfully, his magic seemed to be warming her up, and it made kissing her a lot more tolerable. He even mustered enough courage to latch onto to right nipple and suckled from it. The feeling of her tits in his mouth tasted divine, if not a little cold. Too bad she couldn't produce any milk. Henry found a humorous notion in that drinking her breastmilk if it would count as "ice-milk."

When she started calling him baby, he allowed himself to fall into the role quickly enough. Baby Henry was out, but his adult side was still in charge of experiencing this whole situation. But something at the back of his mind was telling him that he hadn't this reward. Lingering guilt and despair ate at Henry over what he had done to put Mira into a position that left her almost dead. Hadn't he told himself he was better off being a baby? Just because everything had ended up this way didn't make Henry forget that he was the one that put Mira into this position. He couldn't shrug this off with a "alls well that ends well" and not learn any lesson.

But as he felt Mira's hands trail down his chest and his cock beginning to enter her body, it was difficult to not think of himself as a man that scored big time. However, Henry couldn't allow himself to feel that way. Mira might not have held a grudge, but he wouldn't forgive himself if he didn't tell her how he felt.

As he watched the black-haired beauty enjoying the moment with her eyes closed, Henry felt the need to speak up, "Mama!" He gasped as she slowly moved up and down his cock, "I'm sorry for hurting you!" Henry suddenly blurted out. Mira paused in her movements to look down at him.

"Hmm?" She questioned wordless to Henry.

Henry looked away, "Back with the monster, when I threw that magic spell at it, and it exploded! It hurt you so much that I thought you were going to die." To his immense embarrassment, he felt tears stinging in his eyes. Henry couldn't believe that he was going to cry during sex of all things!

Mira paused for only a brief second before she continued moving her hips around his cock, "Mama forgives you, but you'll also be punished later for not being careful." Henry perked up upon seeing the small smile on her face. There was something serene about the look, also patronizing about it as well. She knew that he had fucked up, caused her trouble, but she even forgave him for it because he didn't know any better.

And she was right, he didn't know any better, and he was going to get punished for it! To his surprise, it felt like she had accepted his apology to a certain extent. Here he was, ready to pour his heart to Mira, yet she handled him like she would a toddler who did something stupid but could also be fixed.

It was hard to describe the feeling, but Henry felt both in awe and relieved. Not one of his girls had yet to defuse such a tense situation with only a few words. Henry wondered if that was something she picked up as a soldier or as a mother. By the Light, the Gods, and Loa...she could probably give Valrah a run for her money in terms of mommy prowess.

Henry gasped in pleasure as he felt her womanhood tightening around his cock, "I-I'm sorry for being careless!"

The sound of smacking flesh reverberated around the campsite as Mira spoke, "You...should be! Babies shouldn't be fighting!"

She was right about that, Henry was a baby, and he hadn't fought anything in a while before that rock monster. What the hell had he been thinking? Half an hour before that fight, Henry had been sobbing because of a messy diaper. The night before, he was practically reduced to tears because he couldn't jerk off in his diaper! His adult side just got him into trouble during the worst moments. He was better of just being a baby.

But even those thoughts were disrupted as he felt a burning desire to cum. "Ahh, Mama...I-I..." He tried to gasp out what he needed to say, but Mira seemed to understand what was happening now.

"Ahh, just hold on a little longer!" She ordered, and Henry tried to obey, "If you cum before I say so, you'll get another punishment."

Henry tried not to focus on the approaching climax to their lovemaking, but he felt like he was at his limits. Mira seemed to increase her body's movements' tempo, which was causing Henry's mind to get a little wild with wanting to cum. The prospect of punishment didn't seem that bad.

She spoke up again, "I want you to promise me you'll never do anything stupid like that again!" Mira was speaking with the authority granted to her by being a mother and soldier. Henry noticed that her voice was a little loud when she spoke now though he could still detect the pleasure in it as well.

"I-I promise!" Henry readily obeyed that request.

Mira's hands were now grasping Henry's sides, "A-and yo-you will come to me for diaper changes, feedings, and anything else, baby-related!"

Well, that was a no-brainer, and he could easily accept that request. "Yes, mama!"

The Death Knight looked just about done as well, but she lowered herself and looked at Henry in his eyes, "And promise that you'll never leave me!"

Hearing that requested caused Henry to pause in just about everything as he processed that in his mind, "W-what?" Henry could recall Connor's words that he was free to make Mira into his "wife" or anything else he saw fit. The thought hadn't crossed his mind since this all started. But the idea that Mira would want to stick by his side.

"Uhh, well, uh, I mean." Henry didn't know how to answer this in any way that didn't result in Mira getting upset, "I-I have other people that I love as well!"

That line confused Mira, "What?"

Henry's embarrassment took on a new meaning as he tried not to brag, "I mean, I have other women in my life that I kind of, uh, well, I kind of love some of them. At least I think I love them."

"...I-I'm not your first?" Henry blinked as he heard the disappointment in Mira's words. She was even looking at Henry in a new light upon this revaluation. "We need to talk about this more." She kept looking at Henry though with these glowing blue eyes, which now had a spark of life in them, "But promise me you'll never leave me."

'She wasn't upset about me having other women? She doesn't want to be alone.' Henry stared for a few seconds before he allowed for one more adult action in this instance. He leaned his neck upwards and closed the distance to kiss her on the lips, "I promise I won't leave you."

He saw her body relax even more, and the smile he got from her caused Henry's heart to beat incredibly fast, so much so that he thought it was going to burst out of his chest. Once again, Henry was envious of Connor for marrying a woman like Mira.

Mira's smile turned a little more predatory upon hearing what she wanted to hear, "Good boy, mama will let you cum now." And with an unexpected shock, she and Henry returned to what they were doing before. Henry's loins were starting to enjoy the lukewarm snatch, considering it felt almost like cooling relief upon his cock. The added sensation of the wet diaper under his butt and its warmth brought to his testicles a unique feeling compared to when he fucked Tixi. The cave's cold air kept his body temperature at a near-perfect degree as the two of them figuratively burned with passion. His hand was tightly gripping Mira's hips, and he was practically guiding her body up and down as she moved in tandem. Henry's hips were bucking slightly, but Mira seemed to take the lead in this sexual escapade.

The need to cum was intense now. The sexual pleasure brought on by whatever magic in the diaper made the baby boy feel his balls tighten as they prepared to unleash a massive load into Mira's body. Henry tried to say something, but all that came out was gasping and some whimpering. He could hear little noises coming from Mira as well before she started to arch her back. As he stared up at her, the lighting gave her a light shine, and Henry could see what looked to be a green and yellow outline around her body. The scars on her body didn't seem so noticeable now. Her black hair seemed almost to devour the light, and her blue eyes were like burning sapphires as they gazed down at him.

Henry felt as if he briefly stared into her very soul. There was power, strength, determination, and desire mixed with uncertainty, grief, and regret. But what startled him was the look of dependence towards him. He was her baby, but Henry was her savior. Henry felt as if he was looking at someone that would follow him to whatever end, and a part of him felt an emotional bond that he yet to develop with any of the girls, save for perhaps Valrah.

Perhaps this was love? Henry didn't know, but right now, Mira just wanted to be with him at this moment and every moment afterward.

"GAH!" Henry cried out in pleasure when he reached his limit and felt his loins tighten as he orgasmed inside Mira. The feeling of the release felt like the first time with Valrah, and at that moment, Henry felt his mind briefly slip away as his baby side took over. He knew that he'd be safe and sound though, Mira would see to it.

"Ahhh, oh, Light!" Mira moaned as she felt her womanhood tighten around the baby's cock as they came as one. Mira did wince slightly from the strain on her voice box as exclaimed in pleasure. Years of near utter silence hadn't done wonders to it. Still, it didn't detract from how great she was feeling right now. It all nearly brought tears to her eyes. It reminded her of the first time she and Connor made love and how a warm blanket of love and desire washed over her in the climax. The baby below her wasn't some master at sex, but whatever magic he had inadvertently used made the whole experience incredibly pleasurable. True, she had to do most of the work, but she accepted that as a necessity. Still, the baby followed all her instructions and made sure he'd follow her commands.

Mira felt renewed all the same, at least physically. As the pleasurable haze wafted away from the front of her mind, she realized that things were likely going to be a bit more awkward between the two of them. Mira had the decency to look a little embarrassed as she looked down at her lover before she blinked in surprise at what she saw.

Rather than embarrassed or looking smug, the baby boy was gently sucking his thumb and looking at the floating creature he summoned. She quickly noticed what had happened, especially after her time observing him. The young man she had been with was gone. In his place was a toddler enthralled by the colorful creature and the taste of his thumb in his mouth.

The sight brought a small smile to her face (another thing that Mira was finding easier to do), and she decided to get his attention by tickling his stomach. Her children used to love it when she did that to them. And it seemed that the baby responded the same way. He gave the cutest laughter before looking at her with a rapt toddler-like focus. Mira gasped as she now got a look at his eyes. There were innocence and purity in them, but a hint of intelligence and recognition as well. The young man was still there, either watching or perhaps asleep, but the baby was in control at the moment.

She watched as he pulled himself up, meaning he had enough awareness of locomotion and squirmed as she was still straddling him. "Oh, hold on..." Mira got off him, just in time to be embraced by him in an awkward hug. She winced upon feeling his seed spill out of her folds. It didn't help that his lower half was still covered in their lovemaking and his piss. Mira needed to get that messy little cock of his into a diaper.

But he surprised her when he shouted "mama, mama, mama!" to her with uncontrollable excitement into the crook of her neck as they hugged. Something about his words caused her entire body to stiffen, and her mind shut down for a brief second. He had already called her "mama" a few times but hearing him say with childish glee and certainty...Mira couldn't stop the few tears from trickling down her cheeks. Mira had no idea how long he'd be like this, especially since she knew there was a young man that yearned to be out as well, but she'd cherish these moments for as long as they were together and perhaps even if they ever departed.

"Yes," Mira breathed out as she hugged him with no small amount of strength, "Mama's here. Mama loves you. I'll always be here." He hugged her back with all his strength as well, and she felt about Landan and Anya and the last hug she shared with them. 'Never again.' The Death Knight promised herself that she'd always be at his side. They enjoyed the moment for perhaps a couple of minutes before Mira's pulled back and kiss him on the forehead before speaking up.

"Okay, diaper time." She remarked, and that seemed to excite Henry.

"Diapie, diapie, diapie!" He cheered, and Mira giggled at his excitement. His changing supplies had already been laid out before their lovemaking, but Mira figured she'd do something a little different.

"I think two diapers would be better for you." She remarked, but Henry gave no indication aside from sucking on his thumb again as he waited for his new diaper. His new Death Knight mommy wasted no time in getting him cleaned up with a washcloth, removing the piss and cum from his crotch. Mira enjoyed covering his lower half in baby powder, and Henry enjoyed it as well, especially as Mira rubbed the powder into his skin.

Like last night, Mira performed the same trick as she had done by creating a first and second layer using two nighttime diapers. Henry seemed to marvel at how thick and puffy the diaper around his waist was, but he seemed annoyed as he tried poking for something. Mira instantly picked up what he was trying to do.

"No," She gently slapped his hands away from the front of his diaper, "No touching your peepee. Babies don't do that; they get their mommies to do it for them." Henry seemed unamused but didn't argue with the tone she was giving him. Though Henry soon giggled as she watched Mira start to clean herself.

Mira figured that perhaps it would be best to clean up her mess left behind from their intercourse. And if Mira was entirely honest with herself, she likely didn't smell all that great. Granted, she didn't have many options right now, and she wasn't keen on sifting through these boxes to find some soap. So he made do with the only options available to her.

Henry watched with rapt attention as she washed herself with a cleaning rag but then started to giggle as he saw Mira start to apply baby powder to herself.

"Stop laughing; mama doesn't want to smell bad." And even Mira felt as if she could feel a heated blush upon her face. As she raised her hands to her cheeks, she gasped when she could feel the heat from her embarrassment!

'In only a few hours, his magic has restored more life to me than most healers. Who is this child?!' Mira looked at the giggling baby with some higher level of appreciation. He was quite a mystery.

As she finished cleaning herself, she grabbed the rattle and the bottle of milk. Walking over to Henry, she held the rattle out to Henry, who gleefully took it and started to play with it. Smirking, Mira followed up but bending down and scooping Henry up with her considerable strength, balancing him on the hip. She took a few steps towards the fire, which had dimmed considerably.

Mira fixed that by firing another bolt of her witchfire.

She gasped aloud as the bolt of fire came as golden as opposed to its usual icy blue. "How...?" Mira turned down to look at the only possible reason for the change and saw that the rattle enthralled henry. Once again, Mira wondered what type of person walked, err, waddled into her life.

The fire burned a golden color, bathing the entire cave in a mellow feeling. As Mira took a spot at a nearby bench, she positioned Henry so that his puffy ass was in her lap. Mira promptly held the nipple of the bottle out to him as if in the offering, which he gladly took into his mouth and started to suckle from it greedily.

She smirked at him. "I can tell you must've sucked your mothers' teats dry..." That line, however, caused her to frown. Gods, his parents, what would they think of him if they saw him like this with her? What about those other women he mentioned? She didn't want to intrude upon his life or cause him unnecessary trouble. If anyone cared about him, why would they ever allow him to wander off into Northrend of all places? But the questions remained. Did he have a life that couldn't let for someone like Mira to be in it? Did he have a lover that would grow jealous or angry at him for being with Mira?

Looking down at him, innocently slurping away at his bottle, Mira wondered about him again. Such as what did he want from her? Where did he wish to go in this strange land? And what were his goals?

Then a rather humorous realization hit Mira.

"I bet you have a name, don't you?" She looked down at him, "I can't certainly call you 'baby,' even if that fits you quite a bit."

To her surprise, this seemed to get his attention. He pulled away from the bottle with milk dribbling down his lips and spoke up, "Henry!"

She blinked at the sudden announcement, "Henry?"

Her baby boy nodded excitedly, "Henry!" He said with some pride before getting back on finishing his delicious milk. Overhead, the strange glowing creature was chirping, which seemed to get this."Henry's" attention, as well.

"Huh, Henry." Mira smiled down at him, "Well, nice to meet you. I think you and I are going to have a lot of fun together."

He didn't respond at first, but he did stop drinking from his baba. Mira watched with some confusion as his face seemed preoccupied with something, and then he started grunting. The Death Knight didn't understand at first until she could recall her children having similar looks whenever they...

A muffled series of flatulence could be heard originating from the backside of his diaper, and thanks to the thickness, Mira barely noticed it getting quite warm and a little bit puffer as Henry messed himself in her lap. He didn't even seem to care as he went back to suckling from the bottle.

Mira stared in shock before a brief moment of laughter rang from her sore throat, "You are too cute." She hugged him and brought his head closer to her breasts, which he seemed to enjoy.

At that moment, Mira found warmth, found enjoyment, and, more importantly, found peace with holding Henry in her arms.

The blizzard outside their temporary refugee raged intently, blanketing the Dragonblight in snow and ice.

But inside a forgotten cave system, a pair of weary travelers found comfort in each other's arms. One even found a new purpose and a path of redemption in this miserable realm. The future remained uncertain, but for Henry, he found a companion that would stick with him to whatever end awaited him.

And for Mira, she found a chance at being a mother, a protector, a lover, and a companion to someone in need.

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Still plenty more to come.

Posterchina · April 6, 2021

Time for some interlude stuff, still focused on Mira and Henry. Most character development. The last few parts are going to be very interesting for some people.

This is going to be another long interlude as well.

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Interlude Three, Part One: Understanding and Mutual Discoveries

Henry learned that the weather in the Dragonblight was likely a defensive measure. Because in the end, the blizzard lasted for three whole days, but he was getting ahead of himself. The blizzard was still going; it was nonstop snowing, hailing, and high-speed winds that would've torn apart anyone too unlucky or stupid enough to be outside in it. So Henry and Mira were left in their refuge for the time being. This development consequently meant the two of them had to pass the time.

Unsurprisingly, and after everything that had happened between them, they had more than a few readily available options.

Baby Henry stayed active for the rest of the night following their first real meeting and into the next day as well. For Mira, this was a time to focus and enjoy spending time with her new "child" in a way that they could both enjoy.

"Now-now, no kicking..." Mira chided the baby gently as she changed his wet diaper. Henry giggled as he felt Mira wipe him, the feeling causing him to kick his legs in excitement. The Death Knight gave him a small smile and moved next to powdering him. For Mira Atterton, she had taken to her adult baby ward quickly enough and found that taking care of him like this was almost relaxing. Mira had forgotten the feeling of having someone depend on and love you unconditionally. Every time Henry would look at her, she saw the same look that her children had given her time and time again. Sometimes Mira felt pain in her heart when she thought about it. The thought of never seeing her children's smiles again weighed heavily on the Death Knights' mind. Specific dark memories would surface from time to time, as well.

But as she gazed upon the looks of delight, adoration, and love from Henry, it made Mira feel as if everything would be okay. That while she might not be able to have back what was lost, Mira could at least have him and not be alone. It made her feel wanted, gave her a purpose, and the bonus was that he was so cute! The mental relief alone was worthwhile, but Henry made Mira realize how much fun it was to have an adult baby around her. True, the messes were more adult-sized, and he could be quite a handful, but it made her excited and aroused seeing someone depend on her like this as an adult. Maybe it was a holdover from Mira's army days, but she liked giving orders and making people obey them.

Henry's giggling, which was turning into laughter now, brought Mira out of her thoughts. Looking down, she saw that she had given his penis a little too much attention and was now red and hard. The Death Knight gave a good-natured sigh at the now erect member. It seems that even in his babyish state, an adult male was indeed still quite sexually active. Mira was partly to blame for it. If she wasn't physically stimulating him, she was most certainly giving him enough to stare at all the time. The Death Knight hadn't donned any new clothing or retrieved her armor, leaving her completely nude. There was no issue for Mira; the cold didn't bother her anyway.

It amused them as she saw the look in his eyes and knew that Baby Henry had some adult thoughts lingering around his little perverted mind as his gaze lingered on her body. Mira enjoyed the attention from him. It was better than a look of fear or disgust that she had received from others upon becoming a free woman. Besides, Mira was someone that took great pride in her body. Seeing someone like Henry appreciate her like this reminded her that she was still a woman that could stop a man in his tracks. Even the idea of nudity in this matter didn't bother Mira. She could recall entire liberty leaves, where she and Connor were naked the whole time and just going back and forth between loving one another. In hindsight, she was sex-crazed during this time but only with her future husband.

Now though, she had someone else in her life that likewise seemed to enjoy her casual nudity. Mira would catch Henry regularly staring at her breasts, her pussy, and even her ass. Oddly enough, he also stared at her scars with the same gleam in his eyes. Did he find them attractive? That in itself wasn't odd; Mira had heard that Orc men enjoyed seeing battle scars on their women, as it showed they were reliable. But Henry was still human, and his mentality was that of a baby. Perhaps for him, they signified that Mira was mighty in her own right, which meant she'd protect him. How adorable, a young man that wasn't afraid of being the weaker partner.

"Let mama take care of that..." She spoke as she looked at Henry in his eyes as she lowered her body. Mira could smell the baby powder as her head was at this crotch's level now, though she didn't mind it. Certainly was better than just general body odor or the smell of piss. Henry started to get excited as he realized what his mama was about to do with him, and his body shook as he felt Mira's hands grab hold of his shaft.

Mira found it odd how much she enjoyed giving him blow jobs, but it probably helped that his taste was divine. A part of her enjoyed the taboo feeling of dominating him like this, making him quake and shiver at her touch and the sense of her still cold mouth wrapped around his cock. A child's innocence, mixed with an adult's body and desire. Well, it helped that a young man like him trusted Mira in such a vulnerable position that made it consensual between the two of them.

Her baby boy gasped loudly and throaty when her lips wrapped around his cock and started to blow him. Mira caught the look of excitement mixed with confusion and surprise on his face at the sensations he likely felt at that moment. Henry had gone quiet now, save for a small whimper or a moan escaping from his mouth.

"Gah, ah, bah!" A few words were uttered out, but something akin to an infant's gurgle mixed with a person's mind going blank. Mira would've giggled at the look of contentment on his face, but she just worked her mouth around his cock.

'That's it, Henry, just let mama take care of you.' Mira thought to herself, 'Just let me make things all the better for you, and you'll be back in diapers.' He needed to be his diapers; it amazed Mira how much he'd use them. Henry had already gone through two double diaper combos, and he seemed to be trying to play with himself through his diapers regularly. She discovered that he needed and wanted to be wearing diapers. He was a baby but also a man that enjoyed them quite a bit.

That was fine with Mira, save for the masturbation, which she stopped every time he tried it. However, as soon as his adult side came back, she'd be sure to lay some ground rules with him. But for now, she made sure to take care of Henry's every need and enjoy the moments as they come.

Speaking of "come," Henry didn't wait too much longer and came with inside Mira's mouth with a delightful sounding gurgle. Mira felt her mouth and throat fill up with hot seed that tasted delicious. The baby boy, meanwhile, had laid back down on his blanket and started sucking on his thumb, tuckered out from his release. Mira pulled back from his dripping cock and loudly swallowed his seed in one gulp, and was amazed to find that it soothed her sore throat as it went down. In all her time on Azeroth, she'd yet to hear about a healer having cum that could heal someone.

"You take a lot of work..." She spoke quietly to Henry as she grabbed the discarded cleaning rag, "But you are quite interesting..." Mira started to clean his dirtied cock up, causing Henry to giggle slightly and kick his legs, "Hold on, you'll be in your diapers soon enough..." She'd get the thick ones for him, maybe the ones that had little dragon whelps and suns on it.

All Henry did was patiently wait for whatever his mama did next, content in whatever she did with him.

The rest of the evening passed into a relative period of fun for the two of them. To Mira's observations, she found that Henry honestly had all the toddler's mannerisms in this mode. Henry directed all his focus towards Mira. For one, he was quite a needy child. Henry would cry just like a toddler whenever he fell on his padded rear or became frustrated over something. A wet or messy diaper only made him cry when it likely got too cold; otherwise, she had to stop him from playing with himself after he did either one. At the very least, he didn't try to take off his diapers, which was a small miracle for the Death Knight.

He also enjoyed physical contact quite a bit, as Mira saw that Henry was someone that enjoyed sucking from breasts, as he'd always try to get his lips around her chest. Henry also loved to hug Mira, especially when trying to get at her breasts and seemed quite content with resting on her body (granted, Mira saw him shiver a few times due to her lack of body heat), and he enjoyed getting kisses from her. Any time she touched him in some tender fashion, Henry acted almost like a cat and leaned into the feeling of her hands touching him. A few times, she almost thought he was purring. He was a sweet, loving, and happy baby.

Mira also discovered, to her amusement and delight, that he was obedient and submissive.

Henry obeyed all her directions and commands, never once fussy, aside from when he was in a used diaper. When it was time to feed him, she quietly patted her lap, and he'd crawl over to it, get comfortable and start suckling from the bottle or taking a spoonful of something to eat. He didn't resist whenever Mira checked his diaper and only whined slightly when the Death Knight told him to stop touching his diaper. Anything she asked of him, to the best of his infantile abilities, he did so without question. Mira cared and protected him, and as such, he gladly submitted to her authority.

His submissiveness was peculiar but not unwelcomed. But what surprised Mira was that it showed up even in his baby mode. Perhaps in some ways that shouldn't surprise her, a child always submits an adult figure, but for Henry, he seemed to do things that were quite embarrassing to anyone watching. Besides his usual activities, Mira found it impressive watching him go above and beyond in humiliating himself.

For starters, Henry always made sure that Mira was towering over him in some form or fashion. Henry was only an inch or two shorter than Mira, so that didn't mean much height difference. But whenever she was standing, he'd be sitting, and whenever Mira sat down, he'd be laying on his back looking up at her. He was trying to make himself feel a little smaller, akin to a mother looking down at a child, although this particular tactic also gave him a very wide few of her naked body. Either way, Mira found that Henry liked to be both physically and figuratively looked down upon by his caretaker.

Then there was his presenting of his diapers, which he seemed to take great glee in being noticed. Henry had forgone wearing pants, even though it was cold in the cave, and Mira tried to put him in them, but instead, Henry opted to play with the infantile garment wholly exposed. He kept his padded rear up in the air by Mira whenever he was lying on the ground. It certainly made checking his diapers easier, which also seemed to get him excited. Mira learned that he loved whenever she pointed out how cute he looked in them, in whatever way she thought possible. He seemed fascinated whenever he had the chance to notice him going in his diapers and even tried to get Mira to see him doing it. And, of course, there was the humping. Dry, wet, or messy, Henry would be trying to rub one out, even after all the times Mira told him to stop. That made her realize he had no shame about his diapers when he was like this, which almost impressed Mira.

Finally, there was the fact that Mira could seemingly do anything physically to him, and he wouldn't resist. It was almost like he was conditioned in a way, which was probably the truth...though the Death Knight wondered why he seemed to spread eagle in some instances as if he was waiting for Mira to mount the top of him. But otherwise, Henry offers no resistance whenever she grabbed him to change his diaper, feed him, or carry him. This control made it easier to put him on her schedule regarding what needed to be taken care of and ensure he obeyed her instructions. Either that or Mira would have to get very stern with him.

Oh yes, there was that one time that Henry wasn't paying attention and kept moving about in her lap during a bottle feeding. Mira had to get a little tough on him, but Mira never raised her voice or yelled at her children. All she had to do was use the "voice" to get their attention. It was a well-honed tactic she picked up from her days as a sergeant in the army that was useful in childrearing as well, she found.

To her surprise, though, it was so effective in Henry, she saw him stop moving and promptly wet his diaper out of fear. Perhaps she underestimated how scary the "voice" was now with the Death Knight enhancements. But it served to make Henry obey her commands from then on. Henry was indeed a perfect baby, albeit a needy one, trapped in an adult's body.

But Mira enjoyed that about him, his honest and happy submission to her control. She liked having this power over him, but Mira didn't abuse it; she wouldn't betray his trust or feelings. His love was precious to her. It made her feel wanted and needed and made her feel like a mother again. There were some issues with how this would be like in practicality. The Death Knight knew that the outside world wouldn't always accept him like this, either mocking him at best or scorning him at worst. All this trust given to her meant that Mira had to protect him, not just from physical threats but also from ridicule and hate.

Looking down at the little boy playing with his summoned creature, Mira realized that she would need to speak to his adult side about this and many more. Their previous conversation had abruptly ended. Sooner or later, he'd have to come back to being his "mature" self.

Mira's musing was interrupted by the feeling of warm and wet lips latching onto her left nipple. Looking down, she saw Henry with an intense look on his face as he tried to suckle non-existent milk from her breasts. The Death Knight laughed his persistence.

"Sweetie, no matter how many times you try, there is no milk," Her words didn't register with him as he kept suckling, Mira shivering a few times as he felt his hot tongue against her cold nipples. She used this closeness to feel his diapers and assessed if they needed to be changed yet. A maternal sigh escaped from Mira's lips as she pressed poop in the back and wet in the front of his diapers. Light bless this magic diaper bag of his because Henry went through diapers like no one else.

"Though I suppose there aren't too many adults in diapers these days," Mira muttered quietly to herself.

Across Azeroth, several adults in diapers promptly sneezed and wet themselves at the same time.

"Either way, it goes to show that you need to be wearing more layers." The Death Knight remarked to the baby, still suckling away at her nipple, though it looked as if Henry was now resting his head against her breast. She smiled and gently patted the back of his diaper, content to let him rest. Well, there was hopefully time tomorrow to talk to Henry about this situation.

But for now, she just enjoyed the moment with him.

The rest of the night passed into relative comfort, requiring Mira to change Henry once and feed him before he tuckered himself out for the night. The Death Knight, no longer needing sleep, lay next to him the entire night and kept a comforting vigil over him. A part of Mira hated this, as lying next to him for prolonged periods seemed to cause him to shiver due to her low body heat. Still, she could bundle him up in blankets and cuddle him that way, but Mira wanted skin to skin. Henry's body heat was enticing to her; it made her feel like she could actually close her eyes and perhaps pretend to dream. Instead, she took the time to think about the baby sleeping beside her.

Everything about him was so desirable to a woman like her, especially after what had happened. He gave her love, companionship, trust, and purpose. And even after all of that, he somehow had abilities that could make her feel things again. How long had it been since she had last cried, or smiled, or laughed? People didn't understand what it was like to go through years without feeling anything. To not able to cope with the tragedy unfolding around them. So many Death Knights remained unable to even show emotions to people that were once friends or family. To walk through life just as she had, dazed and soul-bound.

But Henry brought her back, whether through action or inaction, didn't matter to Mira. The pain was worth every second of being "alive" in the metaphorical sense. It was worth every second being with her little boy.

However, the nagging thoughts returned to Mira's mind and threatened to bring a crushing reality upon her. She was getting caught in a possible fantasy involving her being Henry's mother and nothing after that. A barrage of questions assaulted her inner thoughts, and the Death Knight realized that she had no means actually to take care of him in the long term. Not only that, what did he want to do? A selfish idea ran through her mind that Henry shouldn't have a choice; he was just a baby. But she had no delusion nor an inclination to force a role upon him. Light knows that she was intimate with such dangerous desires.

No, Mira wouldn't force anything upon him. Whatever he desired, she'd obey it completely and utterly.

"Goodness," Mira whispered to Henry, "I'm your slave..." A smirk graced her face as the realization hit her; regardless, she spooned Henry and let a hand run across the front of his diaper. A part of her wondered if a submissive little boy like him would even do, knowing he'd have complete control over her. 'Well, I don't need to tell him that...' Mira thought to herself before she heard him sigh and felt him move around. At first, she figured that he was cold again due to her touch, but Henry gave a small groan after thirty seconds.

"Ugh," A small moan escaped from Henry, and now Mira felt him squirm around a little, "Mira?"

To her embarrassment, Mira perked up like a dog hearing their name called by their master. Lifting her upper body to get a better look at her charge, she responded with a simple, "Henry?"

The rustling of blankets could be heard, followed by the sounds of crinkling plastic. Henry had unfurled himself from the small cocoon of blankets around his body, and Mira couldn't help but grin, seeing him rub his eyes with a soaked double diaper around his waist. The Death Knight leaned down and kissed the top of his head, "Good morning, baby."

"Hmm, morning," Henry muttered as the haze around his mind finally lifted, "Wait, morning? Was I out all night?" He moved around, and Mira heard the cracking of bones as he briefly stretched.

"A night and day." She explained to his slight surprise, "You seem to be back to normal."

Henry didn't respond as he finally noticed the state of his double diaper, "Two diapers, really, Mira?"

The Death Knight could hear the whining in his voice, and she felt a tiny bit of frustration, "Yes, sweetie, you use your diapers quite a bit..." Mira leaned down and poked the front of his swollen diaper, "You need to be in thicker diapers."

Her padded surrogate child gave a dismissive snort, "I've gone through most of my life on single diapers; I don't need to be doubled up at night." There was a hint of a challenge and certainty in his voice. Mira felt a brief desire to obey, but her maternal instincts came back and crushed it.

"As long as I am with you, you'll be double diapered for the night. End of the argument." Mira spoke with the "voice," and she could see Henry stiffen. Even in his adult state, he still obeyed a mother's demand. 'That is good to know...' She thought to herself with some amusement.

"I-uhh, but..." Henry tried to say something but then wisely shut his mouth and nodded, "Yes, mama." He sounded dejected, which caused Mira's grin to turn into a teasing smirk, "No, moping, I know you love it." Henry could only blush and look away, "Can I please have a change? These diapers are cold."

A smile adorned her face, "Of course, sweetie."

Mira found that Henry, with his adult mind, was still just as sweet and loveable as his babyish form, but with the bonus of being easy to tease. When they first met, the baby boy was a lot more subdued and guilt-ridden after facing the crystal beast. But now, Henry was a lot more relaxed and thus open to enjoying Mira's attention. And Henry certainly enjoyed it, as it didn't take much effort to get him to blush or squirm from her touch. But all Mira needed to do was say a few calming words, and he'd practically turn to putty in her hands.

And yes, the submissiveness remained in his adult form as well. It was likely enhanced further as he was aware of how humiliating Mira's commands could be now. A small shiver of pleasure ran down her spine as she felt his body with her fingers and when he'd peek at her body. She could see the desire in his eyes fully now; he wanted her body. But Mira wasn't going to give it to him, not yet. They had certain things to discuss.

After getting diapered, fed, and a new fire going, Mira and Henry sat across from one another. Henry had a blanket wrapped around his body, and Mira suspected that he was watching her the entire time she moved about the campsite. It amused her to see that he hadn't tried touching himself, which reminded her that she'd need to set a ground rule about that in particular. Surprisingly the Death Knight had a way to get him to stop doing anything. All Mira had to do was making a passing comment about how cute he looked, and that would usually cause him to blush and look away. At one point, she gave him a rattle and some conjured baby blocks and told him to play with this for a bit. To her surprise, he seemed entirely focused on them after a few minutes and was concentrating on them while suckling on his pacifier.

Bittersweet memories of her son doing a similar thing came to the forefront of her mind. Thinking about it now, she couldn't imagine how many little things she had taken for granted as a mother. Then again, she had taken much for granted during her time with her family. As she watched Henry, he didn't have a care in the world at this moment. Perhaps because she was closed by, and he knew she would protect him. It was finally at that moment that Mira remembered that she needed to speak to her charge about everything.

As she sat down, Henry looked up with innocent but comprehensive eyes. He could instantly tell that Mira needed to speak to him about something important. Taking out his pacifier, he gave her a concerned look, "Is everything alright?"

"Ahh, yes." Mira nodded slowly, "Just wanted to speak to you." She emphasized the word "speak" to imply that she needed his full attention.

Henry took the cue and got into a comfortable position with the blanket wrapped around him. Mira noticed with some amusement that his white diaper was still peeking out. "Okay," Henry started as he looked at her, "What did you want to talk about?"

Mira's mind ran through a series of questions, but the first thing she wanted to know perhaps the most important one, "Who are you?"

The young man tilted his head to the side, "My name is Henry."

"And your family name?"

Henry shrugged, "Don't have one; I'm an orphan."

A small gasp escaped from her lips at that revelation. Henry was an orphan, which meant no family was fearing for his safety, no upset mother, no angry father, and no one else looking for him. He was alone in this world. Excitement bubbled up in the Death Knight as Mira realized that the fates had brought them together; she was destined to protect him! He saved her, and now she had to do the same. Better yet, no one would stop him or her from being together. 'Wait, he mentioned other women in his life.' That was a problem, as it meant someone might object to her being in any relationship with him.

'But he promised he'd never leave me, and I believe him.' Mira reminded herself that he spoke honestly and with conviction when he said that to her. Henry wasn't lying, even if she had put him in such an awkward position.

"I suppose we should introduce ourselves properly this time?" Henry interrupted her thoughts as he spoke up with a curious expression on his face, "And I imagine both you and I have some interesting stories to exchange." Now he had a small smirk on his face as he held out his right hand towards Mira, "Nice to meet you."

Mira stared at the outreached hand before her right hand went and slowly shook it. Something about this felt odd. They'd already gone through so much, and Henry decided to start this whole conversation with a handshake.

Still, she humored him and chalked it up to a mother having to play with a baby.

"Now then," Henry started with a curious expression on his face, "I guess I'll start?"

When Mira heard Henry's story, a whirlwind of emotions ran through her throughout it. Her mind had likely wished to experience them all again, but to her embarrassment, it made from some rather outrageous shows of said emotions.

In her defense, though, she was moved by his story.

Henry couldn't help but feel he must have said something wrong when he saw that Mira started crying. She had asked him to explain in detail about his upbringing at the orphanage and told him to spare no details. At first, it was difficult to read her facial expressions, as the Death Knight was rather stoic, but by the end of him explaining everything, Mira looked somewhat upset.

"So...no one ever tried to adopt you?" She finally asked in that rather quiet voice of hers.

He shrugged, "No one ever spared a glance in my direction once they found out I was in diapers and was treated like a baby." Once again, Henry didn't feel all that conflicted or sadden by being ignored like that by prospective parents. It wasn't like he was the only kid that never found parents, plenty of children were in the same position as he was, granted Henry was positive he was perhaps at the bottom of any would-be parents lists.

To his shock, though, Henry saw tears starting to cascade from Mira's eyes, and he could see how upset she was upon him saying all of that. "Mira, what's wrong?!" He hadn't expected to make her cry after being an adult again, but somehow he made it happen again. Henry barely time to register her hugging him as she practically buried his head between her breasts as she sobbed.

"How can anyone be so cruel?!" Mira exclaimed angrily, "You are such a sweet boy, and yet someone passed you over because you needed to wear diapers!" Henry was shocked to hear such emotion and volume from her, but he couldn't deny that it felt nice. She was upset that he had been rejected for a chance at having a loving family. A part of him remembered all the times he felt so incredibly lonely and disappointed when any would-be parent would glance at him and shake their head either in disgust or disinterest.

The truth was that when he was seven, Henry stopped meeting with any prospective parents after hearing one of them describe him as "broken" upon hearing that he needed diapers and had babyish tendencies. After hearing that, he hid and cried for the entire day before a matron found him. That incident made him empathic though to other kids in the orphanage. He wasn't the sole victim of such comments upon hearing that many children had been passed over for one reason or another, just like him. Henry learned that people could be quite cruel and that he promised himself that he would never act like that to another person.

He wrapped his arms around Mira's body and silently thanked whatever gods were listening that someone like the Death Knight had entered into his life, just like all the other women he'd met so far.

There were still plenty of good people in the world, and Henry was thankful for that.

It took some time for Mira to calm down, which showed how moved the Death Knight had been to his story. Henry hadn't considered it to be a particularly moving or touching one, but then again, he had made peace with what his life at the orphanage had been like, both the good and bad. But a part of him was starting to recall everything that had happened in the past, and perhaps it was appropriate considering Henry had help Mira remember her own. However, some parts of Henry didn't want to recall what it was like growing up; he just wanted to move on now.

But after everything that happened to him, who he was as a person would need to be redefined at some point.

Regardless, Henry explaining his time at the orphanage took a considerable amount of time. He and Mira opted to take a break, mainly because it had been about three or four hours, and Henry needed a change and something to eat. The adult baby took the time to notice that Mira didn't need to eat, drink, use the "ladies' room," or anything else for that matter. A Death Knight didn't need to do much of anything, which meant that she spent every moment dotting on Henry. Mira never left his side, and if she figured that he needed something, she'd do it regardless of Henry's input.

Somewhere in the world, Henry could imagine Valrah being quite angry right now at Mira getting to do her job.

Things, however, got a little awkward when the Death Knight asked Henry a particular question, "So, you also mentioned having other women in your life?"

Mira was embarrassed if she was entirely honest with herself. Henry had spent the last three hours explaining his nascent adventuring career and the journey that unfolded from it. At first, she giggled and snickered at the situations he ended up in, but Henry seemed to enjoy making her laugh even at his embarrassment. So he spent time "regaling" her of his "exploits" that resulted in him winding up in some infantile position. Mira was happy to hear that he was having fun for the most part, but Henry seemed to hesitate when referencing certain events.

However, she kept prodding him for more information about these other women in his life. At first, she suspected that he found some mommy figures to take care of him and nothing more than that, but Mira knew that probably wasn't the whole story. Considering how fast the two of them had sex, she couldn't believe that Henry, who seemed to be entirely in favor of sexual gratification, wouldn't miss the chance to sleep with another woman. Still, she figured it was probably just one other woman.

"Uhh, well, six women, I guess," Henry admitted after some gentle prodding from Mira. The Death Knight couldn't believe what she just heard; he had more partners than she had in her entire life! Which was to say, she had been with only Connor. It was embarrassing to admit it, but Mira had been quite shy before becoming a soldier. There was also a particular incident during her days as a private that she didn't want to recall. That aside, Mira did always try her best around men. Oh, she could easily hold conversations and be the life of the party, but with her beauty and body came all sorts of male suitors whom she had many problems courting. It wasn't until Connor that she found love, but until meeting him, she hadn't even kissed another man!

Granted, as soon as she discovered her sexual prowess, she enthusiastically learned how to be a better lover.

But to hear that Henry had more partners in almost two months than she had in her entire life was a little overwhelming. But then she had to ask a rather important question.

"A-and what races were these women?"

Henry seemed perplexed at that question, "Is that important to know?"

"I'm curious; humor me." Mira blew off the question with a simple smirk, "Pretend I'm a lover asking you about past girlfriends. Who knows, maybe you'll make me jealous." She teased Henry with a small smile.

He blushed a little before speaking, "Goblin, two trolls, a dwarf, a vrykul, and an orc."

Mira stared at Henry as he admitted to having sex with four members of the Horde. He then spoke up further, "I suppose if we are including sexual acts, like getting rubbed through my diaper, that list goes up to eight women, another vrykul and a Draenei."

The Death Knight couldn't believe it; the baby boy in front of her was either some suave ladykiller in diapers or incredibly lucky. Maybe his magic was also a deciding factor. Either way, Mira was impressed with how experienced he was, sexually speaking. Then again, she also realized that she'd have to keep up with this sexual appetite that he had going for him.

As she gazed at the boy, her thoughts turned to how he acted with her during sex. He was a gentle lover, if not enthusiastic, and with his submissive nature, it wasn't impossible to see women enjoy having him in their beds, diapers, and all.

For some reason, this didn't sit well with Mira. She might need to take steps to prevent some hussy from using Henry for their gains. However, she was entertaining the idea of him having prospective partners from time to time. She loved Henry with all her heart and soul, but she didn't want to hide him away from others, lest he grows to resent her. That being said, Mira was going to be keeping a close watch and proximity towards him when a prospective woman approached him.

Henry spoke up again, "It's uh, kind of funny to mention, but I suppose since we are talking about them...I got a few of them into diapers and being babied as well."

That statement got Mira's attention like nothing else, "You've gotten a few of them into being treated like you?!" Her eyes sparkled, well, at least as much as they could while they were an icy blue, at the prospect of more babies to have around and playmates for Henry to boot! And that gave her a great idea to protect Henry as well.

'Any girl that tries anything without my permission winds up getting diapered!' Mira giggled to herself before asking Henry for further details on his fellow lovers, diapered or otherwise.

The hours seemed to fly by as Henry continued speaking, and Mira listened intently. Having to explain the nature of his magic, the diaper bag, how he ended up in Northrend, and why he was heading towards the Wyrmsrest Temple was a lengthy discussion. It seemed that the Death Knight had many questions, to which Henry didn't have many answers. Mira seemed shocked when Henry finished this story. The realization that this all happened because of some woman soliciting him on the side of the road.

She gently admonished Henry, "You shouldn't just go with random strangers on the side of the road."

Henry shook his head, though, "Valrah was different; being around her made me feel something I never felt before, the love of a mother. She...smelled like home, not the orphanage, mind you, but a home I never been too but I instinctively knew where I belonged. Valrah understood a part of me within only a few seconds of meeting."

Mira nodded but smirked all the same, "And I suppose she was quite attractive, which had nothing to do with your decision making?"

Henry blushed but had the decency to nod, "I will admit...she one of the most beautiful creatures that I'd ever seen by that point." He decided not to mention her breastfeeding him and jerking him off through his diaper.

"Hmph, I'm jealous." Mira gave a small pout before moving her body a little closer, "But I suppose that means I just need to try a little harder to make up for her not being here." Henry blushed as he felt her bare breasts pressing up against his left arm. It was nice to see that Mira wasn't the jealous type; in fact, she seemed to not care about him having other lovers or caregivers. Mira took his entire story and seemed to find it fascinating, which surprised Henry even more.

He kept out a few things, though; his attempted rape of a Night Elf, the dreams, and his impregnating of Aseni. Some secrets were best left alone, at least for now.

The Death Knight knew his story, and that gave him the confidence to ask.

"Mira," Henry asked slowly, "Can you tell me your story now?"

All the playfulness left her in an instant, but she didn't seem angry or confused at him asking that question. All she did was slowly nod in grim acceptance, "Yes, I suppose you've earned that, and I figure you had a lot of questions as well." Henry could see that Mira looked uncomfortable, and after what he had seen so far, it was understandable. However, Henry figured that if Mira wanted to accept what had happened, she needed to talk about it. He might not have been the best person, but he was the only one that would understand.

"Let me just change you in to your nighttime diapers and give you one last bottle," Mira gave a small smile as Henry was surprised to find that it was the evening now. Looking up into the cave ceiling, he didn't see any sunlight now. Time sure did fly by today. Henry felt his diaper, and it was indeed quite drenched, but he giggled at the squishing feeling as his hands pressed against it. Mira, however, stopped that with a quick slap to his hands.

"Oww!" He glared at the Death Knight, who shook a finger at him, "Little boys don't touch their diapers."

"But..." Henry stopped when he saw the glare being leveled at him. Finding no way to argue it, he crossed his arms and pouted; he needed to talk to Mira about this whole "no touching himself" rule. Mira seemed to grin when she heard angry mutterings from Henry as she got ready to change him.

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Like I said, plenty more to come. If people want faster updates, give a shout.

kerry · April 6, 2021

1 hour ago, Posterchina said:

the cold didn't bother her anyway

Yes, this whole area does seem to be "frozen." ?

Posterchina · April 6, 2021

24 minutes ago, kerry said:

Yes, this whole area does seem to be "frozen." ?

Good lord, I didn't even remember if I intentionally put that pun in the story or not. I wrote this part like last year.

kerry · April 6, 2021

BTW: I think your pace now is just about perfect. It's enjoyable to follow Henry's story in such detail, but it was overwhelming at the start when you were publishing such long segments. Missing even one at that point made catching up into a daunting task.

Posterchina · April 8, 2021

Okay, time for an update. Some sex in this part, just FYI.

Interlude Three, Part Two

Once changed into his nighttime diapers (once again doubled up, which annoyed Henry), he was given two bottles of milk and some jerky before getting tucked in for the night. Mira cozied up next to Henry after making sure the fire was roaring to keep him warm. The Death Knights' cold body made it reasonably awkward, but Henry channeled a little bit of his magic into warming her up. For his efforts, a sigh of relief escaped from Mira.

"You have no idea how good that feels..." As she laid down next to Henry, Mira stared at him with this unnaturally blue eyes. For a second, Henry was reminded that Connor had, once upon a time, stared at her natural brown eyes every night before he went to sleep and when he awakened. While the blue eyes staring back at him were quite beautiful, they were not of Mira's choice. To Henry, the Lich King had attempted to replace Mira with something profane in mind, body, and spirit. Now was the time for Henry to learn about the real Mira.

The Death Knight looked tense and even flinched when Henry grabbed her cold hand. For a few seconds, Mira looked ashamed of something, "You don't need to comfort me. It's not your place to do so."

"I disagree," Henry countered back with a small smile, "And besides, I want to hold your hand. I want to do a lot of things with you, just like I want to hear your story."

Mira gave a small grunt before turning and laid on her back, staring up at the ceiling. "Even with all my memories back, it is hard to put them in the right order of sequences. I know that I am Mira Atterton nee Templesmith, and I was born to Louis and Janette Templesmith around thirty-three years ago."

Henry wasn't too surprised at her age, but she looked great for being in her early thirties.

"I grew outside of the capital, some small village that didn't even have a name. I wouldn't say it was a dead-end, but I wanted more in life. People said I could've had any man, but I didn't want to be some walking prize for someone to brag about winning. I joined up in the army when I was eighteen." She turned her head to look at Henry with a pleased and proud grin, "I was a good soldier. Two years in, and I already made sergeant. By twenty-two, I had become a second lieutenant under a captain by the name of Arvin Whiterock in the Blue Rook Company, and we got into a lot of crazy situations." She sighed, and Henry thought he saw a bittersweet smile on her face, "So many good memories."

"You liked being a soldier." Henry heard the tone of reverence and longing in her voice.

She turned back to Henry with a smirk, "It stopped people from just seeing a pretty face and some tits. I was respected, I was strong, and I felt like I didn't need to prove myself. I earned my rank, my place among the company, and the respect." A sad sigh then escaped her, "But it was lonely as well. It is hard to approach soldiers; everyone gives you a wide berth, making it difficult to form a relationship."

"And yet you met Connor."

Mira smiled, and to Henry's surprise, a giggle escaped from Mira's lips, "He was so dreamy and mysterious when I saw him the first time! He came as part of the royal intelligence detachment looking for the Syndicate. He was assigned to our company as a sergeant, but that was just a cover. I don't know what made me attracted to him, but it was...like feeling a real connection with someone for the first time. I didn't know what it was, but Connor and I spent time working together, and soon, we were spending time during our leave with each other. It snowballed after that."

Henry watched, with quite a bit of fascination, as she licked her lips sensually, "The first time he kissed me was something special." For a second, Mira looked quite serene as she was able to recall that happy memory.

Still, something about all of this was amusing to Henry, "So, you fell in love at first sight? That's...pretty storybook."

The Death Knight cleared her throat a little, "Well, maybe not love at first sight. The attraction was certainly there, and maybe a little lust." She looked away from Henry as a look of astonishment and bemusement appeared on his face, "You just wanted to fuck him at first!"

She turned around with an annoyed but guilty look on her face, "It wasn't like that at all! No woman wants to fuck the...first man they see." Mira now looked embarrassed as she recalled how she acted around Henry before and during their first meeting, especially when Henry was quite vulnerable.

Henry was a little red as he could recall a few of his girls wanting to jump him first time meeting, but he doubted it was because he was "dreamy and mysterious."

For a few seconds, there was an awkward silence, but then Henry spoke up again, "So, you started dating?"

Mira was quick to speak up, "Yes, we started dating. We had to do it in secret, though."

"Wow!" Henry sounded impressed, "Kind of like star-crossed lovers."

She nodded her head, "I mean, yes and no. Connor had enough influence to date someone from the military; it was just the fact that he was a secret agent that made things difficult at first. Once his mission was resolved, we were free to date openly." Mira felt her face start to warm, which surprised her as Henry wasn't using any of his magic, "But there was something...invigorating about having to hide our relationship. It being taboo made all our little dates, our trists, and our get-togethers exciting."

Henry blushed fully now as he understood how tantalizing it was to do something consider taboo or forbidden with someone you loved. The idea of being the girls' baby, or one of them being a baby alongside him, certainly made the things they did "exciting" most of the time. The humiliation, the fear of getting exposed, the teasing, the cute little remarks between the eroticism, and the general feeling of reciprocated love and security made the moments Henry had spent with his girls memorable.

Mira started talking again, "After a while, Connor asked me to marry him. I said yes, and promised I'd give him children. I was so...scared at the prospect." Mira turned over to look at Henry again, "I didn't think I would be a good mother, but I wanted to make Connor happy. I practically ended my military career and became a reservist in the army, and we moved back home to my parents. They were so happy because I found a man in my life."

Henry could hear a little bitterness in her voice, "They weren't proud of you before?"

"I think they didn't want to bear the thought of their little girl dying in some faraway land." Mira moved her hand to rub her cold hand against his cheek, "It's scary, you know, thinking that someone you care about and think of as a child dying in battle." Henry knew what she meant by that comment, but he didn't say anything.

Henry instead changed the subject, "So what happened next?"

Mira gave him a small grin, "Connor and I got married, and then I got pregnant with Landan at twenty-two. About two years later, I got pregnant with Anya." She turned back around and looked back up at the ceiling.

After a few seconds of silence, Henry was curious, "And then what?"

"I was a mother and wife. Not much else to say. Connor would go on missions, and I'd stay home with Anya and Landan." The way she said that it was so factual and neutral that Henry found it a little disconcerting.

Henry tried to steer the discussion back to something good, "Well, what was Landan's birth like?"

"Painful but fulfilling." Mira kept staring up at the cave's ceiling, "I felt so happy that I started crying like it was just sort of a dream. I didn't cry for Anya's birth, though I told Connor no more babies after her." Henry chuckled but noticed that Mira only had a small smile on her face.

Again, Henry tried to direct the conversation towards something positive, "What were your children like?"

"Landan loved to climb our trees, and Anya liked to paint; they were both the sweetest things imaginable. So I don't know why I resented them." The silence that followed her statement was almost deafening to Henry.

"Mira..."

The Death Knight cut him off, "I loved them, I know I did. I just...I just wanted to be the woman I thought I was again!" Henry felt Mira's grip tighten around his own, and he winced at the strength she was putting into his own, "So when the Prince came by and asking for troops for an expedition, I took the chance. Connor was out dealing with the plague. And my parents weren't going anywhere, so they could watch Landan and Anya. I had kept up with my training, even with having to be a mother and wife. I could come home and be something more for my children!"

Henry was now quite concerned, "Mira, don't blame yourself for whatever happened." This conversation quickly became a disaster; he should've known that it was too early to ask for this much information. "And don't say you resented your children."

She closed her eyes in frustration, "You don't know what it is like, Henry, having to go day and night trying to keep two children, two ungrateful little creatures, in line. A few times, I got so mad that I thought I'd slap them, but my mother or Connor always intervened. It wasn't always like that; I used to spend entire days just holding Landan or Anya in my arms. But at some point, I grew resentful of my life and uncertain that I was a good mother. So I figured that if I could be a soldier again, I'd have some pride in myself, and maybe I can use confidence to be a better mother and wife."

Henry watched as Mira released her hand from his and used them to trace a few of the scars on her body, "I donned my armor and my weapons, took off with Arthas's expedition, and then everything descended into hell. We fought for weeks, and it seemed the undead were truly endless. You cannot begin to fathom watching an entire expedition start to die off, and when we saw that our only route home was lost, no one noticed me among the dozens of others that fell to the knees on that beach and openly wept that there was no going home. I left everything behind because I wanted to play being a soldier again."

Mira took a shuddering breath as Henry watched and listen intently, "I'll spare you the grizzly details, but once Arthas had defeated the Dreadlord, he seemingly disappeared, and the entire expedition fell apart. Savagery descended upon us, and I was forced to kill some of my comrades to protect myself. I wanted to survive so badly that I even killed a few people that didn't deserve it so that I can get their food and water. I think that was what ultimately got me in the end, my burning desire to get home, it made me a killer, and that attracted the Scourage. I can't...I don't want to remember how I became this, but I can recall darkness and pain and what was almost like a haze descend upon my very soul. I became the Lich Kings soldier, and he used me to kill so many innocents for five years."

Tears trickled down her eyes and into her hair as a look of pure anguish appeared on her face now, "He even made me kill Connor. My husband had been part of the Argent Dawn, and I knew then that my children were gone as well. He wouldn't have abandoned them for anything. When I brought that revolting hammer down upon my husband's head, there was nothing else of my old life left. The Lich King wasn't the one that killed them all; I was the one who did it."

Henry knew this part already, but hearing it directly from Mira was something else. He did the only thing he thought might help, "Mira, come here." The Death Knight briefly turned her head to see Henry gently embracing her and pulling her close to him. The black-haired woman instantly wrapped her arms around him and was shaking. He had to suppress a groan as he felt her strength crush him in an emotionally powered bear-hug.

He closed his eyes and cursed himself for letting things get this bad, "Mira, I'm sorry I brought these memories back up again, but please do not hate yourself for what you did. You were not in control of what you were doing as a Death Knight, and what you did to survive to get home to your family is...understandable." That sounded weak to Henry; he had only a vague understanding of what she went through at this point, "Mira, if you didn't love your children or your family, you would have fought that hard to get home."

"I shouldn't have left them!" Mira cried out, "I'm such a fucking failure! I let my children die, and I killed my husband, all for some vainglorious notion of myself!" Henry could hear the heartache in her words, "Stupid, stupid, stupid! I might have been able to save them if I stayed!"

"Mira, I..." Henry had no words to say at her anguish. He tried to use his magic to aid her, but he couldn't concentrate as he focused on keeping Mira calm.

A sob escaped from her throat, "My babies died because I wasn't there! Oh, Light, I deserve this fate!"

Now, something snapped in Henry, "No!" He spoke with gentle strength in his voice, "Mira, you don't deserve this fate! You were punished enough as it while under the Lich King! You aren't a failure; you are a survivor from something horrible and are trying to move forward. Maybe it will take time to accept what happened, but I am here for you. I promised never to leave, and I won't, okay? No matter how much distance is put between us, I'll come back to you and always care for you, just as you care for me."

Mira seemed surprised at the outburst but looked away, "You don't understand how this feels; it won't just go away!"

"I don't think it ever will, but at least with helping each other, it will make it hurt less." Henry tried to gather up all the maturity and masculinity possible, even knowing the thick diaper between his legs was continually reminding him that he wasn't an adult, not entirely anyway. "We might have only known each other for a couple of days, but we've been through a lot. But no matter what happens next, I will always hold a place for you in my heart."

To his surprise but happiness, Mira sniffed and looked away, "I just gotta share it with a few other women, but I guess you have a pretty big heart, Henry." She buried her face into the name of his neck, "But it hurts so much, I can start to see their faces again, and I can't help but think of how I left them."

As Henry listened, he could only frown, "For what it's worth, Mira, I can't begin to understand what you are going through, but I am sorry, and I am here, right now, for you."

She sniffed again, and Henry felt ice-cold tears run down his body as they fell from her eyes, "I'm so fucking pathetic," She muttered to him, "A baby needs to comfort me...but you holding me makes the pain not hurt as much."

"Must be my magic." Henry figured, but he didn't feel any different right now.

"No," Mira muttered to him, "I think it's you, Henry. Just you," She didn't say anything else after; instead, she quietly embraced Henry. The Death Knight didn't sound as tormented now, but Henry could still sense that she was still troubled and uneasy.

"I love you, Mira." He kissed the top of her head, "I'll help you get through this, but until then, don't be afraid to be sad around me, mama."

He felt Mira starting to weep upon hearing his kind words, and yet even as she unleashed her anguish, Henry felt like he had done the best thing possible at this moment. Right now, he was the only one that Mira could talk to about...what had happened to her. Connor had charged Henry with taking care of his wife, and this Henry realized was the function of not just a man but a partner in a relationship. Just being here, holding her, and listening was the first step for Mira on her journey of forgiveness.

It was dark when Henry awoke. Still in his sleeping roll and holding Mira in his arms, her back turned to him, he quickly noticed that the fire was quite low now, and it was dark in the cave. Henry must have fallen asleep while holding her and talking about the "better" days she had with her family.

Henry could recall hearing Mira hum a lullaby to him, but he wasn't too sure. All he could remember was being cold. It must have pained Mira to see him shiver while showing her physical affection. What cruelty to give someone an affliction like that, to have only limited contact? Henry's mind was conflicted, especially after hearing Mira's story. It was so stupid to ask her to divulge such information, but the two of them shared a bond, just like he had with the other women in his life. A part of him just wanted to understand, even with having a glimpse of it from Connor. But Mira's husband warned him not to dive into her history, and he nearly caused Mira to have another mental breakdown.

Henry felt conflicted and mentally exhausted. It showed as his dreams were devoid of anything substantial, and his mind was trying to figure out what to do next. It also made him wonder if and when he'd receive another prophetic vision before arriving at the Temple. Maybe for the best, he didn't; Henry already had a lot on his mind.

There was some comfort upon feeling the warm diaper around his waist, which was good as it was quite chilly in the cave now. A wet diaper could either be a blessing or a curse right now, but regardless the thick and soaked padding around his waist made gave him a little comfort and security at this moment. Henry's infantilism was truly needed at this moment, both for Mira and himself, but as he considered what to do precisely, his eyes started to linger on Mira's back and backside.

Scars adorned her back, shoulders, and arms. It seemed like nowhere on her body has escaped the Lich Kings minions' torment, but Henry could make out muscles among the pale skin. Her body glowed in the dim light, and it somehow made her body look all the stronger because of it. Strength, something that Henry never had in his life, but it seemed plenty of women had over him. He had grown to enjoy it; after all, he was a baby. A baby boy like him needed to be protected by strong women and under their nurturing care. And whether it was the strength of arms, intelligence, or will...Henry submitted to them. Though Henry was starting to find his power of his own, he still gladly "rolled" over to women if it meant getting their affection. It seemed even to be quite the working strategy these days.

The scars were proof of Mira's strength, and he liked knowing that she was a seasoned fighter. True he had seen it for himself, but the scars made for a constant reminder that she'd always be the one carrying him. A part of him shivered at what it would be like getting spanked by her. Either way, Henry found it attractive and comforting in an unusual way.

And as his eyes stared down at her well-toned, supple, and soft ass...well, Henry couldn't stop him from gazing upon it. By the Gods, she could give even Uzhi and Fulrie butts a run for their money. How did a woman like Mira exist, and how did he end up with her again? Joking aside, Henry felt himself start to become hard as he stared at the back of her body. His eyes looked down at her well-toned thighs now and legs that were to die for, and the adult baby realized something that made him pause.

He wanted to fuck Mira right now.

A slight wave of disgust washed over him, for how could he even consider that after last night? Mira opened up her entire heart and told him of the sorrow she felt upon the death of her whole family, and now all he wanted to do was fuck her? What the hell was wrong with him? He wouldn't get these thoughts out of his head, so he tried to change the images in his mind to one of his other girls. And yet, all he could think of was their disapproving glares at him, ignoring Mira.

It was as if they wanted him to focus his lust on her, for some reason. 'By the Gods, I'm fucked up in the head!' Henry practically screamed inside his mind at how he couldn't seem to make up his mind. But what man would focus on another woman where there was a naked busty, black-haired beauty right next to him? His body was screaming at him to touch her. His mind was telling him that it was okay. And even his babyish side wanted mama to play 'special games' with him, just like all the other mommies and playmates.

'Okay,' Henry told himself as his right hand slowly reached out to touch her ass, 'If she turns around and says no in any form or fashion, I am going to stop. But there is no way she is in the mood.' As the offending arm reached for her backside, Henry felt his heart start to increase as he laid against the cold but soft and fleshy appendage.

He saw Mira's body stiffen in surprise, and Henry remembered that since Mira never slept, she was completely aware of what he just did to her, "Henry?"

Henry didn't respond as she turned around entirely and gave him a curious look as her entire front side was utterly exposed to him now, "Oh, you're awake. Is everything alright?"

No matter how many times Henry had seen her naked body in the past few days, gazing upon it always left him in awe. But right now, in the darkness with low light from a dying fire and from what his eyes could see, Mira looked beautiful. Her eyes shined in the dark, but this time they didn't leave him with a sense of unease as he saw the look of concern and adoration in them now. For a moment, his heart started beating like crazy as it tried to keep up with the swirling of emotions and desires raging through his body. As his eyes turned her seemingly perfect breasts, his luscious lips, and as he tried to gaze down to her shaven pussy, he needed her right now in only a way that satisfied his adult side.

But again, there was hesitation, believing that right now wasn't the time to mount and fuck her. Heney wanted to make Mira feel better in a real way. But he couldn't ignore these feelings, this hunger for her body and love. He wanted to be her baby, but he had to try and help her with this turmoil. She felt as only a man could offer a distressed lover in an instance like right now.

He allowed instinct to take over, but not his babyish side. He had to be in full control for this, and most assuredly, he wasn't to miss having sex with Mire again.

'If she says no in any form or fashion, I need to stop.' Henry told himself one last time as the Death Knight was still staring at him. "Henry? Are you ok-mph?!" He cut off the Death Knight as his lips locked onto hers and lingered for a few seconds. Henry waited for her to push him maybe away or pull back, but instead, Mira held the kiss with him. Her lips were cold, and it reminded him that sometimes being physical with Mira was like kissing a piece of meat. But Henry knew that the person next to him was someone that just needed the right spark to get her going again.

A pair of cold hands reached up and grabbed his shoulders so they could stead each other as they kissed. That was a good sign, as Mira wasn't pulling or pushing him away. Soon Henry pulled back to get a little air, and in the darkness, he could see Mira's blue, glowing eyes looking at him intently. Now was the moment of truth for him.

One of her index fingers went up to her lips, and Henry could see her finger linger for a few seconds before she starts speaking, "So warm. Everything about you seems to bring me a faint memory of something intimate: warm sunlight, a tender kiss, a hug, or even a feeling of security and calm. I keep telling myself you are special, but when these feelings come up...I stop being cold."

"Well," Henry began hesitantly, "I can think of a way to warm you up." The way he said it sounded great in his head. But when Mira quietly laughed, Henry must have seemed like he used a corny pick-up line to woo her.

"Silly baby," The way she said those words made his face feel on fire, but he could hear the teasing love in them, "If you wanted me to do what I think you were doing, you have to ask me for permission."

For a second, Henry couldn't believe it. Not only had he gotten Mira to consent, but he also got a smile and a laugh out of her. Henry didn't know what she was truly feeling right now, but he at least distracted the Death Knight from all her misery. Maybe he wouldn't be able to erase or fix her woes quickly, but right now, he could at least let her forget for a little bit, let them both share in each other's love and trust. Long-term healing would require baby steps, and the absurdity of that statement wasn't lost on Henry.

But right now, he was focused on getting what he desired. He was keenly aware that his erect cock was straining against two soaked diapers for release, and the woman who was lying beside him was waiting for him to get her permission. Henry was getting antsy, "Can we please have sex?" Deciding not to beat around the bush, he asked bluntly.

"Hmm, such a forward response." She grinned in the dim light, giving her an almost catty look. "But I don't think that was the appropriate way to ask."

The adult baby moved his hands down to his diaper, eager to try and feel himself up even through the wet padding, but then Mira spoke up, "What did I say about touching your diaper? You touch it again, and you aren't getting any sex." Henry winced at the declaration; his blankets must have moved out of the way, exposing his diaper and his wandering hands to the Death Knight. Henry was whimpering now as he felt his dick wanted to be let out and inside her instead of a cooling diaper.

"Mommy, please!" Henry was pleading now to her. But rather than get a look of amusement, he instead saw her turn her head away in dismissal.

"No begging or whining," She was ordering now as she turned back to watching him squirm. The look in her eyes was that of a hungry predator, and she was enjoying this moment as well.

Inwardly, Henry was enjoying the moment. Mira looked happy, and that was what truly mattered. Though he did feel a burning desire to get himself off at this moment as well, that took a second to make Mira happy. So on the outside, he kept squirming and shifting like an upset infant. She was in control of the situation, and her entire body laid out before he made his loins eager to release his seed. He wanted to fill Mira with it.

His entire body was ready to go now, and as he saw the look in her eyes, Mira was willing to let him make a move. But she was playing hard to get, not saying no, but not saying yes; his lover wanted to watch him cry and moan at the indignity of his situation.

Something in him snapped, for he saw gold in his vision for the briefest of seconds and thought, 'Fuck this, I'll make her want my cock.' The voice that spoke up in his mind felt powerful and sure. In his mind's eye, he saw himself pulling his diaper aside, letting his cock out, and then plunging it into her womanhood and taking her right there.

'Wait, I'm doing this for her! I'm her baby!' His babyish side came back hard now, and he just wanted to be loved by Mira in only a way that an overgrown baby like him could be loved.

"Ugh!" Henry voiced his frustrations aloud, "I want to make cummies with you! I don't want you to be sad anymore!"

Mira's gaze softened as she heard his desire, "Mommy is happy right now, and hearing that from you is sweet. But it still isn't the appropriate way to ask for mommy to spread her legs for you..." The Death Knight remarked with a smile before pulling herself up and was now sitting across from the fussy adult baby. She pushed her legs together as she steadied herself with her hands on the ground. Mira looked at him with relaxed eyes, "Now, ask me again in the correct tone what you want to do."

Henry was staring and tried to imagine what she wanted to hear, "Can I pweashe have your permishshion to puth my peepee in you?" He gave her the cutest eyes possible and sucked on his thumb as well. It seemed to work as Mira smiled at him.

"Good baby, you needed to ask for my permission and in the right voice. You might be a man right now, but you are still my baby." She slowly spread her legs apart, allowing Henry to barely see her dripping pussy in the dark, "But I think before you can put that peepee of yours in me, you need to do a little cleaning first. Tell me, did you ever eat out one of your girlfriends' pussies before?"

He must have surprised her when he eagerly nodded, "Yeth! They thashthe yummy!"

Mira paused in her, teasing, "W-well, good boy! Mommy likes to hear that." Henry was positive that she didn't like that he had admitted to eating out a few of his lovers; the padded traveler couldn't resist the chance to get back at her.

"Doesh my cummiesh thashthe yummy to you, mommy?" He asked with a smile on his face, "Because mommy liked sucking my co-peepee!" His adult side returned for a second, and Henry was rewarded with her shifting in her position awkwardly. "Mommy likes my cummies!" He cheered loudly to the empty cave.

"T-that's enough of that! Come here, and start licking, mommy!" She frantically tried to get back in control of the situation, and Henry opted to obey. He struggled to get up in the double diapers; the crinkling was quite loud now. This embarrassment took a bit of wind out of his sails from teasing Mira. As the Death Knight laughed at his predicament.

"Look at how thick that diaper is now!" Mira smirked as she clearly could see in the dark how used it was, "And I bet that little peepee of yours want out of them."

The crawling adult baby didn't respond to the teasing. Instead, Henry got his face in between her legs and started to kiss the side of her thighs gently. It was an odd sensation as his lips touched smooth, flawless, cold skin. But with every kiss, he thought it was getting a little warmer.

And Just like with Tixi, he was rewarded with a sigh of contentment from Mira. "Oh," She gasped out in surprise as his warm tongue and salvia stuck to her cold skin, "Oh, that feels..." She trailed off, and Henry mentally smiled at his victory. He soon went up to her stomach and navel, gently kissing it as well. Mira's breathing had turned ragged, and he felt a pair of, surprisingly, warm hands grasping at his shoulders. "S-stop, teasing m-me. If you want that peepee out of those diapers, you need to make mommy happy!"

'Fine, I'll make you happy.' That was his plan all along, but now he felt a need to make this stick. Henry's head moved down to Mira's vagina, and his tongue and mouth soon entered into her dripping folds. A part of him asked an interesting question if Mira was technically undead and could produce no body heat, how was she getting wet? It must have been part of his magic because otherwise, the implication was that the undead still actually fucked one another was a...interesting thought. Speaking of magic, Henry began to direct a bit of his own, which resulted in Mira feeling a lot more stimulus in her vaginal region.

Just like the last time, Henry lapped at the insides and was rewarded with lusty moans from Mira, "Oh, oh baby boy!"

Perhaps humorously, said baby boy's tongue was looking for the 'magic bean' again, 'Where the hell is it? Don't tell me that joke was true, and every woman's bean was in a different spot? Women are such strange creatures.' Still, he worked on getting Mira off. It was odd licking her pussy because he never considered the idea of eating out a cold one before, mainly because he wasn't sure such a thing was possible. Henry had a lot to learn about individuals like Mira, granted it would likely not be as in-depth as this moment.

Then again, with his luck...

'Ahh, found it!' Henry's tongue found the magic bean, and he started to lick it with his tongue aggressively. This results in Mira squirming and moaning loudly, but also causing her to close her muscular thighs and legs in between Henry's head, "URK!"

Henry's head was stuck in between soft but muscular thighs. As he tried to get Mira's attention, he so felt her body shudder and a delicious liquid squirt into his mouth as she came.

"Oh, FUCK!" Mira called out as she felt pleasure cascade across her body as she came. She couldn't believe how good he was at this; her little man made her body feel on fire. It was just like with the sex, but slightly different. But she wanted more of it; she needed to have him under her again, his cock inside her and having him look up at her with the beautiful, innocent eyes as they made each other cum.

She felt his warm, moist tongue, his magic flowing through her body, and his hands gripping her legs. He was pushing at them, his warm hands feeling her up, and Mira felt her mind starting to slip away. Gazing down, she saw his padded rear shaking all cutely in the air, 'By the Light, his ass looks so perfect in diapers!' And her mind went back to how pathetic and helpless he looked as the Death Knight played with him. His submissive side was terrific when he was fully aware of his situation, and she was reminded why women enjoyed him.

They were in control of him, and that made women feel safe, powerful, and thrilled. Henry also showed love, compassion, and trust as well, making any of his lovers feel like this wasn't some power fantasy but real love. Whether it was romantic or maternal didn't matter to Mira, it just reaffirmed what she already knew...she'd never leave him and would follow him anywhere!

'I truly am his slave. He doesn't depend on me; I'm the one that depends on him!' She thought deliriously with pleasure as she felt herself close to cumming. When was the last time she had been eaten out? Connor did it once or twice on her birthday, but he wasn't a big fan of it. That always made her pout since she thought it unfair. Mira had blown Connor so many times, so the least he could've done was eat her pussy out half as much!

The Death Knight felt lost in fantasy rolling around in her head. Mira wanted to enjoy tasting him, feeling his lips and tongue over her body, and hearing his little crinkling behind the whole time. Mira grabbed at her nipples and started to play with herself, all the while thinking about how fun it would be to interchangeable baby and fuck him, or perhaps at the same time. Mira couldn't stop the second orgasm explode outward from her folds.

She arched her back slightly as the wave of pleasure hit her, "G-good boy, mommy loves you!" She exclaimed aloud with a loud moan. Mira had always been a vocal one, so much so that Connor once teasingly called her a "screamer."

But as dirty thoughts bombarded her mind, she noticed that Henry had stopped licking. She then noticed that he quickly tapped on her thighs, almost as if he was trying to get her attention. Finally, she realized how tense her leg muscles were and promptly noticed that they had tightened around Henry's head.

"Oh, no!" She quickly released her hold on the adult baby's head, who responded with a small gasp and sputtering as he pulled away from her pussy. A wave of worry washed over Mira; had she almost asphyxiated Henry?!

"I'm so sorry!" The Death Knight exclaimed with heartfelt sorry and worried, "Mama didn't mean to hurt you, mama's so sorry!" She half expected Henry to either swear at her in anger or start crying and wailing like a toddler. To her surprise, though, he started laughing like he had witnessed something hilarious.

Henry was almost wheezing from laughter, "I didn't know if I was going to choke, drown, or run out of air...but talk about a great way to die!" He laughed so hard she almost suspected that he might have wet himself again, but after a few seconds, Mira pouted and looked embarrassed.

"I didn't think that was going to happen; I could've seriously hurt you!"

Her baby nodded with that smug smile on his face, "Oh, you could've probably crushed my head between those delicious thighs of yours. But I'd have likely run out of any air before that would've happened." He leaned for a little, "Did mommy like me eating her kitty out?"

Mira gave him a flat look, "Don't ever describe a woman's vagina as that, please."

"...Sorry." Henry lost the smug look on his face, "But, I can see you enjoyed the act."

The Death Knight gave a small sigh and nodded, "That I did, you have another gift, among many others, though you could use a little work in your technique." She gave a small smile towards him now, "And you need to be a little more careful when doing that to women that are stronger than you, less you pass out or die."

Though Henry looked and embarrassed, he looked a little challenging at her worries, "Hmph, wouldn't be the first time I died." Mira heard that but decided not to spoil the mood by interrogating him about such a statement. 'He died? When did this happen? How did it happen?!' A brief stab of panic hit her, but she calmed down as he was alive and well before her. Another mystery attached to Henry, one she'd have to find out sooner or later.

Her baby interrupted her thoughts, "Okay, I want out of my diapers, and I want to fuck you!" Henry had an eager and silly grin on his face. Mira rolled her eyes at his tone; that wasn't how he should act around a woman. 'I'm starting to see why keeping him submissive and babied is a good idea now, stops him from making a fool of himself.'

Still, he had done what she had asked and with flying colors, "Okay, baby boy. You did a good job, and that means we can have a special activity together." Mira was trying to steer the tone of this back to him being a sweet baby, but instead, he looked like an eager, horny young man. She frowned at the look, 'I want to make him happy, but this isn't the type of confidence that I like.' Mia thought as her hands went to his diapers.

"Okay, let mommy take off your nighttime diapies," She gave an exaggerated gasp as she felt the front of the soaked garments, "Someone made a lot of wet-wets in them, didn't he?!" There was a sense of victory in Mira as she saw him blush and look away, 'Good, he can still be embarrassed.'

"And you think you don't need double diapers? What a silly little boy I have," She scolded him as he undid the tapes of the second layer and then gasped aloud when she saw how drenched the first layer was, it looked like Henry had thoroughly soaked it, and it leaked quite a bit. As her right hand pressed down on the front of the diaper, Mira could feel his erection. She snickered when she heard a little moan from Henry.

"Look how soaked and heavy your diaper is now. I'm not sure I should let your cock out for too long, or you might make a mess, but since you have been so good, I think Mommy will make an exception." She expected some more whimper or noises from Henry, but Mira was surprised to see him just looking at her expectantly.

'What is he up to?' The Death Knight thought to herself as she started undoing the tapes, "Well, let me get this off, and then we can have our fun." As soon as she finished the last tape, she started speaking with a knowing tone, "Now then, just lie down for Mommy and-ack?!" Mira couldn't finish her statement because as soon as she pulled back the diaper, Henry was on top of her. The Death Knight was surprised and fell backward onto the sleeping role, with Henry on top of her.

Mira could've easily pushed him off, but she didn't want to hurt him or send the wrong message. But she was still shocked at how aggressive he had just acted, "Henry, be a little more careful when you-ahh!" Mira gasped as she felt his lips sucking on her right nipple and one of his hands playing with the other one. He was channeling his magic into these acts, allowing for Mira to felt a swelling heat flowing through her body and causing it to tingle in pleasure.

Henry, meanwhile, didn't want to wait any longer, and Mira felt the tip of his penis start to push into her pussy. She cried out in shock and surprise and with some annoyance, 'He shouldn't just stick it in without telling me, what is the matter with him? Honestly.' The Death Knight didn't say anything as she felt him enter her entirely, and a feeling of fullness and pleasure overwhelmed her senses now. All the while, Henry began to slowly thrust inside her while he continued playing with her body.

It was embarrassing to Mira, this situation she found herself in now. After all her teasing, her baby boy had decided to take action and effectively mounted her without the Death Knight, putting up a fight. What was worse, though, was that Mira was enjoying all of this immensely. Henry wasn't skimping out on the foreplay, and he was most certainly taking his time getting Mira off as well.

However, she was still annoyed with him. 'That does it; he's getting a spanking! It's been far too long now and...' The Death Knights musing were interrupted as Henry started to pick up speed, 'Okay, after we finish, I'll spank him.' No reason to ruin the moment anyway.

"Good baby," Mira gasped out as her arms wrapped around his waist, "Keep going, just like that!" The Death Knight tried to redirect the energy in a way that made her the one directing Henry even though he had pinned her and didn't seem to notice what she was saying.

Mira tried again to get his attention, "Baby, look at mommy!" She wanted to see his face and eyes as he came so that she can savor the moment. No matter the fact that he took the lead in all of this, Henry was still a submissive baby to her. Besides, he'd love to hear Mira talk more about what she was going to do to him after they were done.

As Henry pulled from suckling her breasts, and Mira's gazes locked upon his, Mira did see something was off with his eyes.

'What? Why are they...gold?'

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Still plenty more for this interlude to come.

JackNeedsChanging · April 8, 2021

This story is AMAZING!!! Just wanted to let you know that I am still enjoying it. Hoping to see some more breastfeeding.

Interested to see what caused the golden breasts!

Posterchina · April 10, 2021

Interlude Three, Part Three

He didn't know why it happened, but something snapped in Henry. The teasing got to him, and as soon as his cock was free, Henry felt the need to start fucking Mira right there and then. He followed the rule set from her and waited patiently, but almost like an impatient toddler waiting to eat a cookie, he didn't wait once it was placed down in front of him.

Perhaps it was a little more complicated than that, but Henry and Mira were both wanting to enjoy each other's bodies fully, so Mira to drag things out only built up further desire and need in Henry. However, just mounting the Death Knight and fucking her without preamble surprised even him. She hadn't pushed him away or told him to stop, only gentling chastising him a few times.

So while Henry was a tad concerned as to why he had ignored common sexual courtesy, he hadn't stopped doing the deed with Mira all the same. How could he ignore the chance? More importantly, he believed he was helping Mira relax. There were little moans that mixed in with her gasps of pleasure. The feeling of her nails and fingers gripping his body felt amazing. It was as if she was holding onto him while he was inside her, as if trying to comfort him. Knowing that one of her legs was wrapped around his waist to help with the feeling of his cock moving in-and-out of her body made the sensation feel all the more intimate. Everything she was doing signaled that she wanted this and Henry obliged her.

The magic used by Henry was also having a startling effect, as her body was warm now! Even her breath was hot now, and Henry figured that was something else that Mira could only get from him. It was a good feeling, a sign of a true man being able to provide something that a person would otherwise not have access to. His magic certainly made Henry into someone that could help others, more so than he could as any dumb baby.

But still, Mira spoke to him as a mother would to a child, and he felt himself compelled all the same. When she asked to see his face, he readily agreed. Something surprised her, though, as their eyes locked onto one another, but she didn't seem to comment as he continued to fuck her. All Henry wanted at this moment was to cum inside her and make her cum as well. He wanted both of them to experience this intense moment as one. All thoughts of babyhood left his mind at this moment; he was the man she needed right here, right now.

He felt a familiar feeling spring in his crotch. It was the desire to release his seed into Mira's body, and a part of him briefly wondered if his magic would allow him to impregnate Mira? He was using it in full force this time as opposed to their first sexual encounter. He didn't bother waiting though, he increased his thrusting speed, and the Death Knight started squirming harder.

"Oh-oh, oh, Light!" She gasped out as Henry slid his cock in her, and his balls slapped against her outside folds. Henry loved the sounds Mira was making, the same way that he enjoyed hearing it from the other women in his life. Gods did Henry want to make them scream in pleasure. Had he become drunk on power with this magic? Did it matter now? There was nothing wrong with him wanting to pleasure Mira, pleasure other women that desired him. Maybe they just wanted a sweet baby boy to play and cuddle with, but Henry knew they wanted, no needed, somebody confident and reliable in their lives as well.

He could remember Valrah telling him, "lots of women are secretly babies," and Henry agreed with it at some level. But he also felt conflicted; women like Mira and Aegwynn didn't need someone like him; they were the ones protecting him. Still, Henry "knew" that they needed a man in their lives, and Henry wanted to be that man. So first things first, he had to make sure he could help and please them sexually. A rather intriguing thought entered his mind that while they weren't babies, they could at least have his babies.

His musings were interrupted as he felt a tightness around his cock, and a strong hug around his body, as Mira exclaimed aloud, "Fuck!" that echoed throughout the cave. Henry finally allowed himself to cum as well, sending a load of his seed into her awaiting womb. The pleasure was immense, and it nearly caused Henry to double over.

But he soon discovered something surprising. He was still as hard as a rock, and he felt the need to continue having sex. Henry had learned that he could go several rounds of sex, especially after that night with Aseni, but it was like he ready to go again!

There was a brief pause, and Mira figured that he must have finished as well and would be back to normal, but Henry swore that Mira squeaked in surprise when he started thrusting again.

"Wha-again?!" She exclaimed in shock and wonderment, "Henry, baby, you don't have to push yourself!"

However, Henry didn't respond as he kept thrusting into her. His magic was still active as well, pumping who knows what type of healing power into Mira. The room was glowing even, and above them, the almost forgotten Cherub was seemingly singing. The young man ignored it, focusing on the woman below him. Mira looked a little conflicted at first, but she slowly got back into the rhythm of things and started bucking her hips in tandem with his thrusting. After a minute or two, Mira was gasping and moaning again.

Henry gave her a smug smile, watching a woman he knew was stronger than him shake up and down. Her breasts were bouncing, her tits were standing at attention, and he could even see sweat forming across her body.

"You are beautiful; I love you so much, Mira," Henry spoke softly, but with enough passion that he was positive that Mira was blushing.

She looked away in embarrassment, but he could see a silly grin on her face. And Henry knew that, with absolute certainty, that he wasn't a baby at this moment.

He was the man.

Proud wasn't a word that Henry would ever use to describe himself. That word belonged to those that had something worthwhile or noteworthy attached to their name. You aren't proud of being some adult-baby orphan whose only accomplishments were getting babied by the right women and ending up being someone significant, in some form or another. Perhaps he was proud of having magic, helping others in his time as an adventurer, and also as a veteran traveler. Those were good things to have some pride in, but perhaps in some way, it wasn't the "greatest" of accomplishments. At least in Henry's purview at this very moment.

No, he felt pride knowing that he went eight rounds with a Death Knight in sex and had exhausted said Death Knight from the act. Lying below him, seemingly stuck in a daze, was Mira. Henry felt a bit of smug satisfaction seeing her with a silly smile on her face with her eyes closed. Mira didn't even seem to mind the trail of cum in between her breasts.

Henry decided to finish this whole sexcapade by doing something he had heard about in a dirty story, something about cumming between a woman's breasts to lay claim to them. Just as well, it had gotten quite sticky inside her vagina now. There was enough light in the cave now for Henry to see his seed spilling out from loins. It was an oddly surreal but satisfying display to him. His heart was still beating fast after his last orgasm, and that same feeling of exhaustion had set in upon his completion.

The bedroll under the two of them was a mess of seminal fluids and sweat. Thankfully the cave was so extensive and open; no smell was lingering. The Cherub had even started coating that baby powder-like smell around them as well. As his right hand went down to feel his still sensitive crotch, he shuddered and gasped as he felt himself getting semi-hard before the cold and sticky feeling got to him, and he couldn't maintain his erection. And by the Gods and Light was he tired now. He had expected to fuck Mira this hard or for this long.

Speaking of Mira, the Death Knight was still in her semi-unconscious state. Henry smiled, though this time not in some masculine satisfaction but because he had succeeded in making her forget last night for a moment. He reminded himself that what he had done wasn't just for his amusement and pleasure but rather to make Mira feel loved and wanted. Still, he couldn't help but memorize how her body looked right now, and Henry couldn't help but imagine all his girls looking like this at one point after making love to them. A silly grinned was plastered on his face, long enough for Mira to rouse and see it.

Whatever was going through Mira's mind left her only slightly amused as she looked at his face, "Okay," She started quietly, "That was something else." The black-haired beauty pulled herself up and then looked down at the cum on her chest and the feeling between her legs. She sighed and gave Henry an exasperated look.

He couldn't help it, but he felt like a small child that had been caught making a mess by his mommy. He tried to push such visualizations aside, opting to hold onto this adult feeling he had now. "Don't give me that look," Henry started with a smug smile, "I could hear you enjoying it the whole time."

Mira scoffed and looked away, but Henry was learning that was a sign that Mira was embarrassed, "You came on my breasts. Why do men like doing that so much? Also, you should tell a woman when you are cumming. Plus, I wasn't expecting you to cum that much; you made a mess of the bedroll and both of us." She sighed as she looked for something, "I need to clean myself. And I think we both need a bath. I have dirt and sweat from the last three days, and you have pooped yourself a few times already, and no amount of wiping is going to clean that little butt of yours, and I need to make sure you don't get a diaper rash."

All her words were having a resounding effect in his mind. For one, Henry was slightly annoyed at her nitpicking how he fucked her. Mira was seriously complaining about him making her cum multiple times?! And then the mention of cleaning up his poopy behind and making sure he didn't get a diaper rash...each word was like a stab wound in his vulnerable maturity at the moment.

The words brought to mind thoughts of him getting diapered, babied, and taken care of again by Mira. He'd be back to where he belongs. But as these thoughts filled him with happiness and joy, reminding him of his impending fate, something felt off. There was a desire trying to hold such feelings from entering the forefront of his mind for now.

"Fine," Henry started casually, "I could use a hot bath as well. I think I saw a Tauren-sized tub near those crates. It could fit both of us in it."

Mira seemed to nod before gently getting up and grimacing at the feeling between her legs. Henry took great pleasure in seeing her gingerly walk forward a few steps, likely due to how sensitive her pussy was after the "pounding" he gave her.

"Fine," Mira echoed the man in front of her, "I'll go get it ready."

Henry nodded, "I'll help."

The Death Knight gave him a rueful smile and shook her head, "Oh no, I don't want you walking around and then making a mess without you wearing a diaper." Henry blushed and bristled slightly but calmed down as she was speaking the truth. Henry needed to wear his diapers.

"Well, I'll just change real fast and-"

Mira shook her head again, "No, I don't want to put you in a clean diaper just to take it off."

The defiant adult baby rolled his eyes, "Then how am I supposed not to make a 'mess'?"

He wasn't expecting her to consider solutions, but as Henry watched Mira, she seemed to get a great idea. "No problem, we can just make use of your nighttime diapers." She walked a few steps over to the discarded and cold diapers, one of which was only slightly wet compared to the other, which was soaked.

"What? No, I'm not going to wear one of those! They are cold and wet and smelly!" Henry listed off why he can't wear them, speaking of which, "And the tapes won't stick, so I can't wear them."

Mira laughed, "Silly boy, you are just going to sit on the padding while mama gets out bath ready." She remarked as she grabbed them and fixed them together, turning them into a strangely colored pillow. Henry felt his face starting to heat up, and a part of him was beginning to break upon having to sit on one of his used diapers.

"I don't want to sit on them!" Henry exclaimed loudly and forcefully, to which Mira gave him a flat look.

The Death Knight was glaring at him as she spoke, "I'm not going through all the trouble of cleaning you up, getting a bath ready, and cleaning you again. You can wait for ten minutes, can't you?"

"I can wait ten minutes, but I don't want to be sitting on a used diaper! It's gross!" Henry was glaring at her as well.

Mira looked annoyed now, "What is the big issue? You and I are both standing around with cum on our crotches. Hell, you've sat around with poop and pee around your crotch." Henry blushed harder upon hearing that indisputable argument, "I'm very lenient with you right now, Henry, just sit down on the diaper like a good baby," The next words were like judges, final warning to a criminal, "or else."

In his mind, every part of Henry's very being, even the part that had been trying to keep up this charade of adulthood, was telling him to just back down. But Henry, to his credit, wasn't going to cower like a scared toddler before his mommy. He would stand his ground.

"No."

For some reason, he heard the sound of several hands slapping foreheads and what sounded like a baby's whimper. Henry realized that he made a mistake when he saw the surprised look on Mira's face go to a rather pleased one.

"Oh," Mira started speaking with a huge grin on her face, "Well, I suppose we might as well get this out of the way then."

Faster than Henry could even blink, Mira had grabbed his left hand and quickly dragged him towards a nearby chair. As she sat down, Henry was aware of what was coming next and tried to do something, "Mira, wait, let's not..." She didn't bother listening as she roughly pulled him across her lap. He winced upon feeling his still sensitive cock pushing up against her soft lap. The Death Knight was reminding Henry that she was quite fucking strong, easily keeping him in place.

"So," Mira began as her hand gently caressed his bottom, "I've been telling myself for quite a while that you needed a spanking. And not just because of the back talk, but for a few other things as well." Henry felt her hand lingering and even felt one slip between his cheeks gently, "I'm going to tell you what you did wrong, spank you ten times, and then you are going to tell me that you are sorry. Understood?"

"Mira, come on," Henry was pleading with her, "Going from sex to this?!" He could've spoken more until he felt a powerful smack across his ass, causing him to yelp and kick his legs in reflex.

"Oh, I'll have words about that in a little bit." She smiled and chuckled, "But for now, we'll go over the first thing." Henry had no idea what trumped-up charges she could throw his way. They had only been together for a little bit; what had he done?

"First off," Mira began with a smile, "Pulling down your pants on the Path, exposing yourself, and pooping your diaper!" That surprised Henry; she had seen that? Had Mira been following him the entire time he arrived in the Dragonblight? His thoughts were interrupted by pain as she started to spank him ten times. Whatever resistance Henry had left broke pretty fast, and he instantly fell into old habits.

"WAAAAHA!" He started crying loudly, feeling an infantile wail was necessary at a moment like this. It worked for a few seconds as Mira stopped. However, she must've found the will to keep going, "Now, what do you say?"

"I-I'm sor-sorry for pooping my diaper in-in the open!"

Mira nodded, "Good boy! You shouldn't expose yourself like that; it's very naughty." Henry could only whimper a response before Mira spoke up again.

"Next up, looking at dirty pictures and leaving naughty messages on the Path!" The padded traveler could only cringe at her, seeing that message he left behind. Henry started squirming in her lap further, but her strength kept him in place as she brought down ten more spankings upon his rear.

"I'm sowwy for weaving naughty messages!" A lisp was starting to form as he spoke. He desperately wanted his babyish side to take control of things, but right now, it was just his usual self taking the punishment.

"Telling people just randomly to check you for diapers isn't something an adult should be doing, but who are we kidding, Henry. You are a baby."

Henry could only agree in his mind; he kept needing reminders like this to keep him in his place. "Next up, getting drunk. Shameful display, Henry." Another ten spanks, another round of crying and pain from Henry.

"I'm sowwy for drinking!" Wasn't that hangover punishment enough?

Mira kept speaking, "Masturbating in a soaked diaper and not changing before going to sleep? You of all people should know better, Henry!" She rained down punishment, and Henry felt like his ass was on fire now.

Henry barely got a sorry out before he broke down into a shuddering mess. His mind could see all the girls laughing at him and his mother's surrogates shaking their heads at him. He really should've known better by now.

"Next, you got involved in a fight, which was stupid and dangerous! You could've gotten hurt." This time her tone was a little softer by still quite forceful as she brought down another ten spanks upon his burning rear. Henry had no control left over himself, only sobbing and crying. All the while, he felt an erection growing now, which made the humiliation all the more palpable for him.

"Almost done now," Mira remarked loudly over the crying toddler in her lap, "Last ten for acting like some animal during sex. You do not," She started emphasizing her points slowly with a few hits, "Just fuck a woman like she is just a piece of meat," a few more smacks rained down, "And you always warn them when you are about to cum in them!" The last hits came down, and the punishment finally ended, but Henry was still crying all the same.

He didn't even register the sigh from her. Nor did Henry notice when she grabbed him and pulled him into a hug, "There, there, don't cry anymore." Her gentle words brought some comfort, but Henry continued to bawl his eyes out. The embarrassment, mixed with the pain and realization that he was utterly powerless as a man before a woman like her, made him quite humbled at the moment. His still adult mind tried to find comfort in hugging Mira's soft body, but his desire for comfort resulted in his mouth latching onto one of her nipples and sucking on it for dear life.

So he was quite surprised when Mira pushed his head back, "No, no nursing for you." She spoke with finality as she gestured Henry to get up, "You were a bad boy, and that means you are getting punished. Do you understand?"

Henry was still sniffing and felt quite hurt that he wasn't allowed to nurse from her, "Yes."

"Yes, what?"

He looked away a little, "Yes...mommy."

The Death Knight nodded, content with his response. "Good boy, now let's get that little red butt of yours on that diaper." Henry didn't respond as she held his hand and brought him towards the wet diaper. As he looked down at it, he felt a feeling of shame and humiliation well up in him. Not once, in his entire adult baby life, had anyone forced him to sit on an opened and used diaper. He thanked the Gods that it wasn't messy, but he suspected Mira wouldn't do that to him.

"Sit down on it." She commanded and pointed towards the garment. Henry wordlessly positioned himself and then slowly lowered his stinging hot rear upon the cold and wet diaper. In some sick sense, the cold and damp padding felt amazing to his ass. His erection was gone now. Though this meant his limp dick was pointed towards the padding in case he had to pee.

His surrogate mother finished around for a nearby pacifier and placed it inside Henry's mouth. He started suckling on it, finding an enormous amount of comfort but found the image of him must have looked something pathetic. Mira spoke up, "Now, you aren't going to move your butt from that diaper, and you are going to keep your pacifier in your mouth the entire time." She then pointed up towards the Cherub, "Now watch your little summons while mama gets our bath ready, okay?"

Henry nodded, "Yeth, mommy." The adult baby couldn't help but shift from the weird and cold feeling under him, but Mira didn't seem to notice as she quickly walked over and went to work on her task. Henry...sat in silence, trying to decipher what had just happened and why he let it get that way.

They just finished having sex, Mira's pussy was still dripping with his seed, and Henry felt like he had done a good thing. But why did he get so defensive when she suggested him sitting on a used diaper? It wasn't the most egregious or humiliating state he had found himself in, no one else was around to see it, and it would only be a for a few moments at best.

Perhaps he had been trying to establish further dominance over Mira? But that was a mistake; she was stronger and experienced than he was, even older than him. How had he forgotten that he was still trying to figure out being a man when he was more a baby than anything else. At his heart, he was a submissive, diaper-dependent baby boy...but was it wrong for wanting to be more than just that? Then again, what did his defiance against Mira's suggestion serve for him or her?

No, his desire wasn't wrong, but how he went about it was a disaster. He'd forgotten that Mira wasn't just some woman that needed saving or a hard dicking, but someone that needed a reliable and comforting partner. Mira must've figured that he was acting too high and mighty, but then again, it sounded like Mira had been thinking about spanking him for quite a while.

The gentle singing of the Cherub above him allowed for Henry to focus on his thoughts, all the while, a small shuddering sob or sniffle would escape him. Henry knew that he deserved this spanking, but he wished it didn't require over fifty spanks to make the lesson stick. Henry told himself a long time ago that he'd never get another spanking, not after what happened back in the orphanage. But after Atda, the Night Elf, Rista, and now Mira, it became clear that he might not be able to escape a strong woman's chasting hand, especially in the direction his life was taking.

'I am a baby.' Those same words echoed throughout his mind, but Henry's baby side still didn't take over.

That man was still there, but he had been thoroughly disciplined and would be back in diapers soon.

'What was I thinking?!' Mira screamed inside her mind as she got the bathtub ready for the two of them. The punishment she had just dished out to Henry was running through her mind for two reasons. The first being, how could she do such a thing to him? Henry was acting like a brat and pigheaded, but spanking him was a little much. Yes, she had told herself that she needed to spank him. But at the forefront of her mind, that was her saying some crazy for the sake of it. She had done similar things involving Connor whenever he annoyed her, thinking to herself, 'I'm going to punch him in his stupid, handsome face' every time he did something.

But she never acted on those impulses. She never did it with her children either; even when they were misbehaving, she never spanked them. Oh, she made them suffer, though, just through subtle manipulation and terrifying them with her tone and voice, but she couldn't even bring herself to do such a thing as spanking them.

However, it was the second reason that likely caused her to do the spanking. She enjoyed doing it. That was what terrified her in some respect. Mira loved and cared for Henry now, and naturally, she didn't want to hurt them either, being it physically or emotionally. Still, Henry was a submissive baby boy at his heart and got arousal from his treatment as such. The Death Knight was keenly aware that she could go the distance with him, to explore certain boundaries and go beyond them, and she would always love him even if she had to discipline him.

The issue was that Mira enjoyed doing it because she liked seeing Henry like that, squirming on her lap, crying for her to stop, and seeing him utterly powerless before her strength. It was, perhaps, a contradiction in her mind. Mira was aware that she would do anything for Henry, but she didn't want him ever to know that or realize that he could do whatever he wanted to her. In the Death Knight's mind, she sought to keep him as a baby. To love and protect him as one and make sure that he was incapable of fighting back.

Seeing him like that made her aroused, and that made Mira seemingly sick to her stomach. Those old feelings of shame, guilt, and disgust returned but were under a different context now. She hurt Henry, and it made her feel good. No matter how she framed the argument in her mind, a part of her felt pleasure at putting him over her lap and spanking him.

'Oh Light, what if this is something leftover from when I was under the Lich Kings control? So many Death Knights took pleasure in bringing pain to others.' Mira fretted and worried as she could remember some of her comrades finding delight in the pain brought upon the living. But this had to be different, though; she hadn't done it solely for pleasure; he had been disciplined for a reason. At least that was what she told herself.

'What if he hates me now?' The dreadful thought marched through her mind several times, 'What kind of mother am I if I found pleasure in bringing pain upon him?'

Trying to ignore these thoughts as she worked, Mira found herself dealing with a rather uncomfortable silence in the cave, save for the chirping of Henry's summons. Deciding it was better to let her thoughts wandered onto other things, she busied herself with getting the bath ready.

Upon pulling out the bathtub, the Death Knight was surprised to find that it was still magically enhanced and bore the Explorers League's symbol. This information didn't surprise her, she suspected that everything in here was part of the League, but she did wonder where the explorers in the said league had gone. She didn't find any bones or stains of blood, at least not where she had walked towards while hunting her prey.

Wooden in nature but made of some high-quality wood and engraved with runes, the tub was big enough to fit both Mira and Henry comfortable. It even had the cleanses and healing runes to go along with the fire rune. Someone had taken a keen interest in making sure this expedition could take hot, comfortable, and healing baths.

Finding a barrel or two of water was trivial enough; it wasn't even the drinking water kind. After that, it was just pouring the water in, activating the runes, and waiting for everything to heat up. Mira and Henry needed to clean themselves, Henry especially. Although Mira felt particularly dirty, considering she had Henry's fluids on her stomach, breasts, and in between her legs.

'Where did he find the stamina to go for that long? It must be that healing magic of his,' Mira thought about it, and she did remember hearing stories about priests and paladins having enhanced constitutions of sorts. Granted, she never heard of any Light practitioner using such power for sexual escapades. Then again, she didn't know what was going on inside the paladin or priest's orders.

Mira placed a hand on her stomach and idly imagined that with the amount of cum he had put in her, she'd have surely gotten pregnant if her body could still achieve such a feat. Alas, the necrotic magic has rendered her incapable of holding a child, and it had been years since she had bled. A peculiar thought did come to mind, though. What if Henry's magic could heal her to the point of allowing her to carry a child again.

Feeling some heat in her face, the thought of getting pregnant from Henry filled her stomach with a tingling sensation. 'An adult baby like him giving me a real baby, huh.' Strange thoughts like that were becoming commonplace after being with him for such a short amount of time. Better than what she was like before. Regardless, the idea of having a baby with Henry felt delightful.

The water in the tub quickly heated up, producing a nice hot feeling that, even in her current state, Mira could sense. The Death Knight was enjoying having a sense of hot and cold again and idly wondered if her sense of taste had come back as well? All she had recently was, well, Henry's cum. Once again, she felt embarrassment mixed with some shame and guilt. Pushing such thoughts aside, it was time for both of them to take a bath. Mira had found a bar of soap, a gentle wash rag, and even what looked to be some scrubbing brush. The two of them were all set for a bath.

"Okay, bathtime!" Mira called out to Henry with enthusiasm that didn't fit her state of mind. It might have inauthentic, but Mira didn't want to make Henry think that she regretted her actions. As she walked over to him, Mira was a little upset to see that he was looking away from her.

'So he is upset at me, shit.' Mira thought to herself before speaking up, "I see someone isn't too happy with mommy. That's...fine then," The Death Knight nearly slipped up with speaking, "But I had to teach you a lesson with that spanking," She kneeled next to him and gave him a sad smile, "So don't be mad at mommy, please?"

Unfortunately, Henry was still looking away from her. Mira could see that he was wringing his hands, and she felt a pang of concern before he spoke up, "Okay, mama." His words were quiet, but Mira could hear some warmth in them. Something about the way he said made her heart feel heavy with grief. He was still upset, but he wasn't angry at her.

'You are so forgiving, Henry. That's another thing to love about you.' Mira found herself feeling quite happy about finding love from someone like him. Mira's moved to pick him up, and she noticed that he was shivering. He smelled like stale urine and sweat, and he so helpless to her. He needed to be back in diapers soon, and he'd likely agree with that assumption.

As soon as her right hand grabbed his bottom, he winced and whimpered. Looking down, she saw that his ass was still quite red, and she couldn't stop the feeling of arousal at seeing him like this in her arms. Henry wrapped his arms around her neck, and while it was awkward holding a full-grown adult, Mira was strong enough for it. Mira was happy to feel his warmth again; even though she was only gone less than ten minutes from him, she didn't like being away from him.

'Does he understand how much I depend on him? He can't truly know, can he? All he thinks is that he's a baby under my command. I want that; he wants that, but it seems so far from the truth.' Mira didn't know what the dynamic of their relationship was exactly. Sometimes they were mother and baby, other times two lovers, and then sometimes caretaker and adult-baby. They shifted between these roles, sometimes interchangeably.

'Maybe that's okay?' A small realization hit her as she carried him over to the bath, 'Perhaps we were moving from the roles in the heat of the moment? Henry still had an erection when I was spanking him, and I was aroused. Maybe we both got into the moment?' Was it possible then that they were both having 'fun' with one another? Henry still had to be punished, but in hindsight, maybe it was an extension of whatever had happened between the two of them.

'Huh,' Mira thought to herself in amusement, 'Maybe I'm just overthinking all of this,' The idea was a rather interesting one, to be sure, and perhaps it made the most sense.

"Okay then," Mira muttered to herself with some conviction.

Henry looked up, "Okay, what?"

The Death Knight blinked, "Okay then...it's bathtime!" And with that smooth recovery, Mira gently placed Henry inside the bath on one side. He whimpered as he felt the hot feeling on likely still stingy rear, "Oh, I am sorry, baby," She coo'd at him with a naughty smile, "As soon as you are clean though, we'll get that little butt of yours in a soft diaper, won't that be fun?"

He looked a little uncomfortable in the water, but he still smiled at her, "Yes, I want to be back in my diapers!" The way he said, with so much excitement, caused Mira to start giggling and soon caused Henry to start laughing.

"Oh, I figured you'd want to be back in them; Henry loves his diapers," Mira remarked as she slowly slipped into the waiting hot water. She knew that Henry was watching her intently, so Mira slowly lowered herself in and made sure to be as vocal as possible. Mira could've been put into boiling water and would've felt only a warm feeling, so right now, Mira barely felt any heat. But right now, she wanted Henry to think that she was savoring the moment.

She was, but mainly because both of them were back to be happy with one another.

"Mommy will have you back in them soon enough." Mira did, however, relish at the thought of him being all padded up again, back in diapers where he belonged.

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Alright more stuff for today. As I mentioned before, this is going to be a long interlude. I'm thinking there are still three parts left. To be fair, a lot of it is trying to establish a bit more of Mira (along with all the smut).

Posterchina · April 12, 2021

Yes, this is a rather long interlude. As you can imagine, it took a while to initially write.

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Interlude Three, Part Four

Henry enjoyed bath time quite a bit. And this was even before he started getting the baby treatment now as a man. Back at the orphanage, he was generally considered the cleanest child, a feat for someone that peed and messed himself all day. But Henry liked the feeling of hot water across his skin, and especially his feet after long periods of traveling. Henry loved being clean, smelling sweet, and looking great before getting diapered again. The matrons said that when he was around them after a bath, the scent of soap and baby powder followed him. It made any room he was in all the better, which gave him the attention of many matrons. Bathing was generally a public event around children as well, but like with many things, no one wanted to share a bathtub with Baby Henry.

Bathing became synonymous with solitude, allowing him to either indulge in his babyish side or reflect on the day or past week's events in silence. Sometimes, a matron would help clean him, sometimes even join him, but Henry was left by himself for the most part. The loneliness was used to self-reflect and unwind — a very private moment for Henry to enjoy.

Right now, though, all Henry could reflect on was watching Mira lather her breasts and pussy up with soap. They had only a short amount of space in between one another, but it was more than enough for them not to be brushing up against one another. So Henry got to watch as his caretaker/lover cleaned herself.

"Don't stare," Mira muttered demurely to him, "It's embarrassing."

Henry smiled, "Can't help it. Not a lot of room in here." He gestured to how close their bodies were, and a part of Henry was starting to think that the novelty of two people bathing together could wear off pretty fast, "Look at it this way, I'm just watching intently to make sure I know how to clean myself properly!"

Mira sighed, "Well, I suppose I can't argue with that logic. Considering you can barely take care of yourself, it seems."

That little hit to his pride caused Henry to sink into the water, "I made it this far..."

"Not saying you didn't," Mira remarked as she grabbed a washrag and slowly wiped her breasts down, "I'm just saying that you'll do better with someone like me taking care of you."

Henry kept staring at her body, though, "Sure, makes sense to me." He felt his cock stirring again.

The Death Knight rolled her eyes but kept cleaning herself, "You know," Mira started, "That magic you used sure did the trick. I can't even see the wounds anymore." She pointed with her right index finger to where the entry injuries had been, and Henry was surprised to see it was difficult to make them out. "I don't think I wanted any more scars."

"I like the scars," Henry blurted out before he blushed, "I mean, I think you look beautiful with them; they add to your mystique."

Mira gave him a small smile, "That's nice of you to say, but a woman likes her body to be unblemished."

"Even if the person that loves them doesn't think they are blemishes?" Henry countered back with a small smile, "It is a tough world out there, Mira; no one would shame you for having some battle-scars."

"I know," Mira responds quietly, "They give me bad memories sometimes when I look at them. I can recall where most of them come from, and well, they aren't something I like to think about a lot of the time." As she finished washing, she gave Henry a grateful smile, "Still, I do enjoy you telling me that they look beautiful. Most men would feel a little threatened if the woman they were with had more signs of scarring."

Henry shrugged slightly, "Honestly; I'd feel safe around someone like that; it means that they know to fight and survive." He coughed a little and looked away, "I like strong women. I mean, I like all types of women, but you know..." Trailing off slightly as not to look embarrassed, but Mira giggled all the same.

Washcloth in hand, Mira slowly began to gently rub it against Henry's chest, which elicited a small sigh of appreciation at her Mira's touch, "My little man likes strong women because it makes him feel nice and safe, and oh so innocent." The hot water and soapy feeling across his chest made Henry closes his eyes as Mira coo'd at him. "It's good to know that you attract women like that; it'll mean they'll take care of you and make sure you don't do anything," He gasped as he felt a wet and soap hand gently grip at his genitals, "...stupid."

His face heated up, "I mean, they also make me feel more like a baby too."

"Oh, I figured that much," Mira's hands started moving around his body, cleaning him all the while, "Makes it easier to put you in diapers, carry you, change you, and punish you." He didn't need to see the smug smile on her face, "But it also means they won't let you go. They'll be there to pick you up, not just physically but emotionally. There is no shame in depending on someone stronger than you, baby or adult."

All Henry felt was her hands gently moving up his body, and something about the whole thing made him feel quite small. It is almost as much as getting a bottle or breastfed, getting a diaper change, or just being submissive. It was relaxing and wholesome but with a tinge of eroticism mixed into it. Still, Henry was putty in Mira's hands. The Death Knights, still wet and soapy body, was close to him, and soon his hands were wrapped around her waist.

"Ah-ah," Mira remarked as she kept up her task of cleaning him, "No sex, no touching, and no wandering hands." Henry obeyed, but he felt himself harden a little bit. Once she seemed finished washing his chest, she told him to turn around.

Opening his eyes, he looked a little confused, "Why?"

"I need to clean your back now, so turn around, please." Mira kept her smug smile, and Henry once again obeyed. He awkwardly turned around and placed his hands on the edge of the bathtub. This direction wasn't as fun since Henry could no longer see Mira's soapy and wet tits. As his thoughts turned to them, he suddenly yelped as he felt something move about his buttcheeks.

"Mira!" He tried to turn around, but one of her hands pressed up against his back, preventing him from turning.

"Hold on, just wanted to make that little butthole of yours all nice and clean." She remarked, and Henry felt his face on fire as he felt a rather unfamiliar and slightly chafing sensation in one of his more sensitive spots. He whined and whimpered, which cause Mira to sigh, "Come on, be a big boy for mommy. Besides, some men like this feeling."

"I don't..." He groaned out a little in response.

She chuckled again, "And yet your peepee is getting all hard." Henry didn't respond as he just took the cleaning as quietly as possible. It was mercifully short, but Henry wasn't sure why he had gotten an erection from it. Still, he relaxed further as he felt Mira start to scrub his back.

"There, see, it wasn't all that bad." The Death Knight remarked as Henry just leaned over the side of the tub with his arms out like a lazy cat sunbathing. "Isn't bathtime with mommy fun?"

"Yes." Henry didn't respond as he enjoyed the feeling of being bathed, "I used to like getting bathed by the matrons."

Mira didn't say anything as she kept washing him, "I can still remember being washed with a sponge in a basin."

That seemed to cause a pause in her hand movements, "You can remember that? How long did they do that with you?"

The wet traveler paused to recollect how long he had been the subject of that particular infantile treatment, "Probably up until I was five or six." He turned his head slightly to look at Mira, "Sometimes I still think about it. Getting a sponge bath is one thing, but getting washed like a baby in that manner? It's something else." It was one of many different fantasies that ran through his head. The closest he came was with Aseni, but she still only helped him wash up; she hadn't been treating him like he couldn't wash, period.

"That's uh, wow." Mira seemed surprised to hear that, "I mean, if I am honest here, that sounds incredibly cute."

"What, that it happened or that I think about it happening to me now?"

"Both." Henry soon felt a pair of breasts press up against his back, and all blood that was in his face was heading down below, "Imagine you lying in a basin, your legs propped up and spread out so I can reach that little butt of yours easier. See that cute little dick of yours hanging between your legs, just waiting to get washed with warm, soapy water." He felt a shudder move across his body as he felt her breath against the nape of his neck, "And me standing over you, making sure my little boy is all nice and clean before I put a fresh diaper on him. I can even put some baby powder on your peepee after I'm doing drying you with a nice soft towel, making you smell extra babyish." She whispered the last sentence into his left ear, and he soon felt her lips softly kiss his neck.

"Mommy," Henry breathed out and felt himself wanting to hear more of her say such things to him. "Mommy," He repeated softly again as if trying to invoke some magical act from the Death Knight.

"Shh," Mira whispered as her hands moved to grasp his stomach, "Mama's here, and mama's going to make her baby happy." Henry could feel his cock had become rock-hard now, and he desperately wanted a release as imagined Mira treating him in such a humiliating and infantile fashion. Still, as his hands went down, he felt the Death Knight stop him from touching his cock.

"No touching; that's not appropriate for babies." She quietly warned him, and he barely obeyed her command.

Still, he started whining loudly, "But mommy, I want to make cummies."

To his surprise, he heard a soft laugh, "And you will. Because mommy likes it when Baby Henry tells her how he can be a better baby for mommy," She slowly turned him around, which again was awkward considering their present stances. Henry could still feel himself drawn to her blue eyes and felt small as Mira gazed at him with intensity, "Because Baby Henry likes to be my baby, right?"

"Yes!" Henry vigorously nodded, "I want to be your baby!" He meant every word as he said that Mira might have been another woman in his life, but he'd pledge to be her baby as well, "But please, I want to cum so bad!" He was trying to make out her breasts, but they have hidden the water. Looking for any mental or physical stimulus, his hands reached towards her breasts. But he felt her hands grab him and kept them from moving anywhere.

"Grabby hands are unbecoming," She mentioned to Henry with a small and vicious smile, "But the thought of needing to be washed and bathed like a newborn gets you hard?" She tsked at him, "You can't clean yourself, you can't feed yourself, you need to wear diapers, and you need to Mommy to make sure you don't get into trouble. Honestly, Henry, taking care of you can be a real labor of love. Still, I suppose I need to take care of this problem of yours since I can't expect you to do it yourself." The look of amusement made him feel quite small, but Mira surprised him as she slowly dropped her head into the water. Henry watched with some fascination as her black hair seemingly disappeared into the water.

It took only a few seconds for Henry to realize that Mira started to blow him underwater. Henry's hips buckled in surprise, and he gasped in pleasure and amazement at the sudden but welcomed feeling of her lips on his cock in hot water. If on instinct, his hands were top of her head, and he grasped at her beautiful black hair, which was wholly soaked now.

"Mira, oh-oh fuck," Henry loses his adult baby façade for a second as a familiar yet foreign sensation runs across his groin. She probably doesn't hear Henry, but he watched as her head bobbed up and down his submerged cock. Henry hadn't expected Mira to do something like this, and he wasn't sure what to do, aside from enjoying it. He was briefly concerned about Mira running out of air. Seeing the bubbles filter to the top was quite an odd sight as well, but after two minutes of sucking, Mira was still going. The feeling was incredible; air and hot water running across the length of his cock, and then feeling it enter into what could only be described as a cold zone was unique. Mira's tongue and mouth were still the best parts, though.

Concern finally won out, and Henry promptly pushed himself into climax, "AHH, w-wow!" He claimed as he shot hot cum into the Death Knights mouth. The feeling of relief, combined with the hot water, caused Henry to shut his eyes and breathe laboriously. There was a brief sound of Mira emerging from the water and the sound of her swallowing his cum.

"There we go," She started with a smile, "All better now?"

"Mhmm," Henry nodded slowly, "That was...something." He breathed out finally and opened his eyes to see Mira looking at him expectantly.

"And what do we say to mommy?"

Henry smiled, "Thank you, mommy."

She pats him on the head, "Good boy, now let's finished bathing, and then I can get you back in a thick diaper, just like you want!"

A diaper sounded great right now; however, something else was on his mind now, "I'm hungry, mommy." He gave a longing glance towards her breasts and licked his lips.

"Sorry, sweetie, no milk from these anymore." Mira pressed her breasts together to emphasize and entice Henry. "But maybe I can cook something for you to go along with your bottles."

That got his attention; it had been some time since he had a cooked meal, "Really?"

"Sure, but we need to finishing washing, and I need to get that little butt of yours in a diaper before you make another mess." Mira announces as she moved to grab the soap, "Now let's get back to work. Lift your arms."

Henry once again obeyed as his body whined down from the sudden blowjob and the thought of getting back into a clean diaper.

Mira made sure to scrub Henry thoroughly this time, and again Henry wondered how much she enjoyed doing all of this stuff for him. It wasn't like the women that babied him thought of it as a chore, as it helped that Henry didn't fight them like an actual child. But Mira was humming the whole time as she washed him and then dried him once they were out of the tub.

When he offered to dry himself off, Mira didn't want to hear it. She spent a fair amount of time with what looked like a repurposed blanket, simply rubbing his body with the repurposed sheet. After that, he was standing there, nude as she was, although he felt a little more vulnerable. He was cold, exposed, and with no diaper on next to this battle-hardened woman. Sure, he had sexually pleasured her, even saved her life and very soul, but in moments like this, the disparity was quite easy to see. But then again, he liked that feeling, and Henry knew that Mira wanted it as well. Whatever they were doing right now was all part of their way to unwind and enjoy this moment of connection between the two of them.

As he stood there, the cold was causing him to shiver slightly. Looking down, he was embarrassed to see that his penis had shrunk a little bit, resulting in babydick syndrome. Henry wanted, needed, to be back in his diapers. Not just to not stop making a mess, but to feel the familiar safety and comfort again.

He barely noticed that he put his right left thumb into his mouth and started suckling from it. As Mira finished emptying the tub of water into a small section away from the camp, she did a double-take upon seeing a naked Henry sucking his thumb and looking at the Death Knight with those innocent eyes of his, and Henry for a moment felt incredibly small. His babyish side hadn't taken over; this was simply Henry enjoying the feeling of being an adult baby alone with a woman like Mira.

"Ahh, look at how cute you are," Mira started as she approached the thumb-sucking adult baby. "And you'll look even cuter once a diaper is on," Henry felt a small slap on his butt, which caused him to jump slightly. "Such a soft little posterior," The Death Knight giggled before she grabbed Henry's left hand and started to guide him towards his sleep area.

It was surreal that less than an hour ago, he was making love to Mira on it. Now he'd be getting changed into his diapers on it. That last part wasn't anything new, but Henry couldn't ignore the seemingly "sudden" divergence from making love to a woman to getting diapered by the said woman. No matter how many times such events would play out in Henry's life, he was still in awe whenever they happened.

"Lie down, Henry." She directed him towards his sleep roll. Deftly responding, he slowly sat down as not to aggravate his rear. The bath might have helped some, but he didn't want to press his luck. Mira, meanwhile, wasted no time in getting out his supplies from the diaper bag. Henry watched as she pulled out one of his day-time diapers, a blue and pink colored one with pictures of bottles, rattles, and little toy swords. A container of baby powder followed along with the ever-present powder puff. Mira grabbed one more item, as well.

"Open your mouth," Henry obeyed and was rewarded with a rubber-nipple tasting of moonberries entering it. He swiftly started sucking on his pacifier and lay down onto the sleep roll. Henry winced slightly upon feeling some wetness, likely from their lovemaking this morning. The sound of chirping distracted him, and he looked up to see the Cherub floating overhead. It seemed to be keeping an eye on things, never really straying too far. Henry wondered how long that thing would stay in this reality; then again, he wasn't even entirely sure how he summoned it in the first place.

Still, the sounds it made were relaxing. Henry gently sucked on his pacifier as he watched it fly overhead. Soon enough, he felt a pair of hands press his legs and feet together, followed by another, then grabbing and pulling them and his butt up. The diaper was slid under his bottom, and he lowered himself back onto the soft and cushy padding;

A giggle escaped his lips as he was excited to be back in diapers. No matter how many diapers he had gone through his life, he enjoyed these intimate moments with someone else, feeling protected and helpless, loved, and controlled. Mira started to dust powder across his dick, then his testicles, and finally, lifting his butt and dusting it as well. Mira slowly rubbed the powder into his skin, just as she had several times already, but in light of recent events, it was indeed with a lot more enthusiasm.

"Such a good baby, you like getting diapered, huh." Mira giggled to herself, "Of course you do; how could you not. Now let's get that little dick of yours all nice and secured. It's time for it to come out and play in, mommy." Henry felt like losing himself in the pleasurable haze of her words, her touch, the smells, and the feeling of this moment. When the front of the diaper came up and over his front side, that familiar feeling of peace came back to him.

'Back in my diapers, back to where I belong.' He heard the tapes being placed on the front of the diaper, soon fastened to his waist. And just like that, Henry now secured and, in his padding again, kicked his legs briefly in joy. Mira quickly checked his leak guards, tugged at the front, and then patted it as well. "Good boy."

Pulling himself up, Henry glanced down at the padding and admired how cute it looked and how infantile it made him. The pink and blue trim, along with the figure on the front of the pure white diaper, was adorable. The thick feeling between his legs was great, too; he'd likely be waddling in this one once he wet it a couple of times.

Mira was likewise admiring him, and she seemed to be more focused on Henry as a whole. "You are so fucking cute." Both she and Henry seemed surprised at her profanity usage, but Mira quickly rebounded, "I mean, Henry, you look so adorable. I don't know what if I want to mother you or do something a bit more adult."

That gave him an idea. Henry pulled out his pacifier, "Why not both? It's not like we have much else to do today. I mean, it's still a blizzard raging outside."

The Death Knight smiled, "You are right. We need to find something to pass the time."

"Right," Henry agreed with his smile.

Mira gave a smile that got bigger before she slowly crawled to him and gently pushed him down. Henry looked surprised, "Mira, what are you doing?"

"Take a wild guess." She remarked as the Death Knight lowered her body down upon Henry. Their faces were practically touching, and she didn't resist him putting his arms around her waist.

"How about we make today a fun one," She started with a coy grin, "I'm going to baby you, but no matter what I do or so, you have to obey."

Henry smirked back at her, "Easy enough, I already do all of that."

"Oh, but this will be different." The Death Knight spoke with some finality, "Because I know you get all embarrassed when I treat you like one. You will also tell me about all the other girls you've been with and in detail. All the fantasies, all the sex, all the humiliation, the babying, and everything I can think of."

That surprised Henry quite a bit, "Mira, why do you want to know about my other lovers? I know you are willing to accept them, but knowing what I've done with them fully?"

"Because it'll help me understand you better. What were they like to you? How did they feel when you were inside them? What did they taste like on your lips?" She lowered herself and started to kiss his neck before speaking a little more, "How did you feel when they put you back in diapers where you belong? When they saw you as nothing more than a baby?"

The warmth on his face made it clear to Mira that she was hitting the right buttons; she laughed at him. "Well, perhaps first we should get something to eat."

"Ahh, well," Henry started and felt his face heat up a little, "I have a fun idea for that?"

That seemed to pique her interests, "Oh? And what did the baby have in mind?"

"Well," He licked his suddenly dry lips, "Atda, the orc I mentioned before, she did this thing where I nursed from her breasts. She couldn't produce milk, but what she did was use a bottle to have droplets of milk fall upon her tits." He tried to look away as he saw the gleam in Mira's eyes, "And, yeah."

"Now that," Mira started with a wide, "is a great idea." The Death Knight rolled over from on top of Henry and back onto his sleep roll. The diaper bag was close by, and she likely willed a bottle of milk to appear in it. "Okay," She started as she worked the nipple a little bit that would cause milk to fall out once she positioned the nipple down. The action was successful as Henry watched her pour small droplets of milk upon her right nipple.

"Get on top of me and start lapping away." Mira seemed eager all of a sudden, "This was a great idea. I'll need to thank this Atda when I see her."

Henry gave an embarrassed grin, "Uh, the funny thing about her," He started as he rolled over to lay on top of Mira, his diaper crinkling, "I sort of made her incontinent and needing diapers."

Mira blinked upon hearing that declaration, "Really? You didn't mention that the first time we talked about them. Why did you go and do that?"

"Because she was a brat and didn't deserve to be a mommy," The way Henry said it wasn't with spite, but almost as if it was a statement of fact, "So I made sure she was going to end up in diapers using a potion, that she used on me I should add, with the help of Tixi,"

"The goblin that ended up in diapers and babied as well?"

"Correct." Henry finished his sentence by latching onto Mira's right nipple and pretended to nurse from it as he sucked up the liquid milk.

"Huh, I guess I'll need to check her diapers when we meet then," Mira remarked as her left hand went to grasp Henry's diapered rear. He could hear a sigh of pleasure escape from Mira's throat. But Henry was focused on the idea of Atda and Mira meeting and the subsequent babying that the orc would get at the hands of the Death Knight. That aside, Henry and Mira quickly fell into a gentle back and forth of pretending to breastfeed. The soft sounds of Henry licking milk and suckling from her breasts caused Mira to moan in pleasure as his tongue danced across her erect nipples. After about ten minutes of this, Mira spoke up with an idea.

"Henry, how about we spend all of today like this," She grabbed the back of his still dry diapers, and Henry felt her hands attempting to press into his butt, "You being my sweet baby and me taking care of you."

Stopping his fake suckling, Henry looked up at Mira, "I mean, we already doing that."

He felt her hands tighten and press against his padding as she spoke, "What I mean is to make a lot more 'fun' between us both." She brought her face closer to his right ear, "Because I want to see your blushing, embarrassed face more." The way she said it caused him to gulp, and not because he wants back to drink the milk off her tits. She sounded hungry for him, but maybe it was to see how much she could embarrass and play with him.

Mira laughed suddenly, "And I see you find the idea fun as well." He didn't know what she meant until he shifted slightly and felt his erection rubbing up against the padding. He groaned slightly at how his penis seemed to betray or signal his intentions without his consent or knowledge.

"Fine, I guess it's not like we don't have time to kill." Henry tried to sound annoyed or disinterested, but an entire day of Mira treating him like a baby in the most humiliating and erotic fashion was a fun idea. He was curious to see what she would attempt.

"Wonderful!" She cheered at him, "So first you finish your milkies; then I'll make you a real breakfast because you are such a good boy, and then we'll play some games. I remember a few that I used to do with my children when they were quite young, so I'm sure you'll be able to play them as well," The look she gave him was a patronizing one, "But if they are too hard, I can think of something else that is easier for you. Like peek-a-boo or tickle monster."

Henry knew she was baiting him, but he rolled his eyes all the same, "I'm sure I can figure out some stupid toddler games." He responded with some pride before his lips went back to suckling from her breasts like a good baby.

She patted the top of his head, "I hope so. It wouldn't do you well to fail a bunch of 'stupid toddler' games." After that "ominous" comment, the two of them went back to their mother-baby moment. Henry felt some excitement building up in his chest to spend an entire day playing with Mira like this, enjoying his adult-babyish side without Baby Henry taking over.

It was sure to be an exciting day.

For Henry, the rest of the day passed by in a blur of pleasure, love, and embarrassment. It was something else to watch Mira going into what he could only call "Housewife/Mother" mode. She was not kidding, though, when she was going to make him blush and feel babyish for the day as well. Henry learned that Mira could be sadistic in her way, doing things both little and small to make Henry feel like a man treated like a baby. Every action she made and everyone she told Henry to make worked towards making him feel vulnerable and humiliated. She never belittled or harmed him, but once again, Mira was using experiences as a mother, soldier, and wife to her advantage.

When she started making breakfast, Henry could only stare at her round ass and naked body as she cooked something up on a makeshift stove near the firepit. Once Mira was done cooking something that smelled quite delightful, she brought it over to Henry. Placing a bib on him, Mira then proceeded to screw around with him as the Death Knight tried feeding him, ensuring that a fair amount of the meal ended up on the bib than in his mouth. Remarking that he was a messy little boy, she figured it was too hard for him to eat all that, so she got some more of the goop out of the diaper bag and fed him that for the remainder of breakfast.

By this point, it was well into the morning, and Mira figured that it was time to test out Henry's schooling. Henry wasn't the best student, but he wasn't dumb. Spending more time with his face in storybooks than academic ones. Mira had Henry keep his pacifier in the whole time, which confused him at first until she started asking him questions. Whenever he answered them, the bulb of the pacifier caused his words to slur. Although Henry still had to exaggerate his slurring much.

"What's two plus two?"

"Phor!"

"No, try again."

"Phor!" He tried again, sounding a tad frustrated.

Mira sighed at him, "I guess you don't know your numbers, alphabet, or anything else. It was too much for me to expect, I suppose."

He pouted and glared, "Me'm not stupid!"

"Of course not, Henry." The condescending and patronizing looks he got from Mira almost made him forget they were playing a game, "Maybe as soon as you get out of diapers, you'll learn your ABCs and numbers, like a big boy!" Though it was just a passing comment by Mira, Henry soon felt the front of his diaper growing warm. Mira noticed and giggled, "Well, I suppose that might take a while." She then leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead. Something about sent his heart racing and caused his stomach to flutter slightly. It made him think of Valrah.

Mira also played a few games with him, those that she played as a small child and with her children. Once again, Henry tried his "best" to keep up, but every time he thought he was making progress, Mira would change the rules suddenly. So while playing Simon Says, she'd change the instructions so that Henry would fail or if they were playing Hot and Cold, she'd make it impossible to find what he was looking for, even if it was apparent to Henry.

Whenever he failed, Mira would give a very resigned sigh and smile to Henry, "I guess these games are a little too much for you. We'll try something else." And Mira would reinforce these sentiments by doing something physical to him, such as letting him suck at her breasts, getting a deep kiss, and her rubbing his padded front and backside. It was similar to what Atda had been doing with him, but unlike with the orc, Mira was more interested in applying some affection to each act of conditioning as she treated more and more like a baby.

By the evening, he had been reduced to an almost newborn. Henry stopped caring, especially after he messed himself partway through a game of hide-and-seek. The Death Knight knew where he was the entire time, but the sound of him pooping himself was easy to hear, and when she announced that she could smell him, something about it caused Henry to start wailing loudly.

After that particular diaper change, Henry was made to stay on his bedroll and play with his toys while Mira watched him. It was an exciting and fun experience to have again.

But there was one problem that evident throughout the entire thing. It finally caused Henry to break from their game and ask Mira about it.

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Still more to come, as usual.

Posterchina · April 14, 2021

Interlude Three, Part Five

"Henry, what have I told you about touching your diaper?" She sounded a tad annoyed as she saw that Henry was again trying to jerk himself off, "That isn't appropriate for babies."

The young man sighed, "Mira, come on. After everything we've done today, I want to have some release. You've been teasing me the entire day anyway, and it's not like it's such a bad thing to do." He tried to argue with her, but that didn't seem to work as Mira scoffed at him.

"I was teasing you because I wanted you nice and ready for some sex. Masturbating that much is a filthy habit to have anyway."

Something about that dismissal annoyed Henry quite a bit, "Well, excuse me for wanting to enjoy myself. I don't see anything wrong with the act, besides. Are you telling me that you've never masturbated before?"

"That is completely beside the point," She deflected that comment pretty fast — something about the way she said that convinced Henry she was lying, but he wasn't about to call her out on her old masturbation habits.

"Okay, but you are fine with blowing me and having sex?" Henry was now confused at Mira hypocrisies, "What exactly is the problem outside of you don't like me doing it?"

"Because," Mira responded curtly to her baby. But Henry crossed his arms now, expecting a better answer, "Mira. I feel like there is more to this, like there is a story here."

The Death Knight crossed her arms now as well, "I don't need to explain myself to a baby; it's a grown-up reason. End of the discussion! No more talking, or you'll get a spanking!"

"Mira, come on." Henry hadn't backed now, and he could see that her heart wasn't into that threat.

Henry could only watch as the Death Knight grumbled to herself before speaking again, "Light damn it, fine." She walked over to Henry and sat down next to him. The look of her face reminded Henry of someone that ate an entire lemon, that sour, pouty look of distaste and annoyance. It was the look of childish frustration, which was odd, especially to see on a beautiful face like Mira's.

"You what to know the reason why I don't like the idea of Masturbating? Fine, I'll tell you."

Henry leaned forward, eager to hear her reasoning for having such a peculiar stance. A part of Henry was now dreading hearing it; what if it was a particularly traumatic experience?

"When I had just joined up in the army, I was sort of; I guess you can say, ignorant to the world at large." She started, and Henry could see her wringing her hands, "My experience with sexuality was also weak; I had met a few suitors, but most of the time, we were around our parents, so it never really went anywhere. But when I joined up and got into Blue Rook Company, I started getting a lot of experience, at least verbally and from gossip."

"Lots of swearing, lewd jokes, and general mischief?" Henry had heard enough stories of soldiers and their vulgarity.

Mira scoffed and nodded, "It was like getting hit with a wave of sexual tension and general silliness. I had never even seen another woman naked, let alone a man, before I joined up. The first couple of weeks were rather embarrassing for me, but at least our company kept our facilities separated from one another. But I got comfortable in time."

Okay, so far, it wasn't anything terrible. Still, Henry was wondering what this had to do with her hatred of masturbation. "I guess I can understand that issue; it was a problem at the orphanage as well for me. Most of the boys didn't want to be in the same bath with me, though."

Mira turned and gave him a sad smile, "Well, don't feel bad about it. Communal bathing isn't fun for children or adults."

"I'd have thought it would be a lot more interesting for women?" Henry had more than a few fantasies about what women got up to when they bathed together.

The Death Knight gave him a flat stare, "Wipe that stupid smirk off your face; I can assure you that women don't engage in sexual hijinks when we bathe together." She paused slightly, "Well, at least human women don't; I can't say the same for the other races. Either way, for women bathing together, is quite annoying. I swear to the Light, there was always someone trying to steal my soap, shampoo, razors, and my ministration potions."

Henry blinked upon hearing one item in that list, "Why did you need razors?"

Mira blinked at him now, "To shave?"

"Oh!" Henry realized what she meant now, "Shaving your pussy, I get it."

The Death Knight rolled her eyes, "More to shave our legs and armpits." She brought up one of her sexy legs, "We might have been soldiers, but not one of the women in our company was going to walk around with hairy legs."

Hearing that caused Henry's eyebrows to raise, "Woman get hair on their legs?"

"For someone that spends so much time with women, you hardly seem to know how their bodies work outside if their breasts produce milk."

Henry pouted and looked embarrassed, "Hey, that's not fair. I also know how to eat a woman out! Give me some credit."

Mira groaned, but the smile on her face did signal that she was amused, "I need to teach you more about women later." The Death Knight closed her eyes and breathed in a little more, "Okay, back to the story."

"Right, so basically you told me that it was a shock to seeing that many dicks and pussies at once," Henry smirked for a few seconds before he felt Mira's right hand grab him and pull him forward slightly. He barely had time to react before he felt a couple of hard smacks against his diapered rear, "Ahh, Mira, s-stop!"

She spanked him ten times before letting him, which caused Henry to pull back in shock and surprise, "What was that for?!"

"Because I'm trying to tell you a story, and you are trying to interrupt it with your potty mouth!" Mira spoke with some annoyance, but Henry suspected she just wanted to re-establish dominance over him. Either way, Henry rubbed the back of his diaper and kept his mouth shut.

"But yes," Mira started with a tight smile at Henry, "Seeing that much nudity was rather shocking, but we all got used to it. What I didn't know was that I had developed a following from the female side of our company."

"Wow," Henry was impressed to hear such a thing, "So, you had a little fan club?"

Henry watched as Mira fidgeted and looked away, wringing her hands the whole time, "Uh, not really. A lot of them liked me, quite a lot," She gave Henry a sidelong glance, and Henry quickly picked up where she was going with that, "Oh...oh!" Now it was Henry's turn to blush slightly. "I didn't think there would be so many girls that would be, you know." He made a strange gesture with his hands.

The Death Knight didn't say anything for a few seconds, "They weren't attracted to women. They just really liked my body. They were, uh, curious."

"So, they weren't homosexuals?"

Mira rubbed the bridge of her nose, "No, they were just...they were just," She trailed off, "Look, I'll explain it some other time, but some women want to sleep with other women they find attractive sometimes. There are a lot of factors involved, but it's just a pain in the butt to explain."

Henry slowly nodded but thought at the same time that women were very confusing. "Okay, I'm still not seeing what any of this has to do with masturbation or your disdain for it."

The Death Knight looked quite annoyed but didn't attempt to spank Henry at least, "Because, when I turned down one of the girls in my unit, they decided to take matters into their own hands. She was quite a skilled artist; a professional is what I am saying. So, she decided to create a couple of sketches of me in the nude and...other compromising positions."

Henry stared for a good thirty seconds before he could speak again, "Someone...made dirty images of you?!"

Mira groaned at his exclamation, "This all happened about a year after I joined up. I had found an image during an inspection, and when I looked into it further, I found out that four women had the images in their possession."

'Four women.' The idea of four women masturbating to dirty images of Mira in secret was arousing. He could certainly understand the appeal of jerking off to Mira.

"But it got worse," Mira remarked with disgust in her voice, sounding a little upset, "Those images also made their way to all the men as well. So, you can imagine my disgust when I found out that dozens of these images made their way around the barracks." Mira looked away from Henry, "I had to get the Captain to go around and confiscate all the images. He was kind enough to declare them contraband in exchange for me not making a bigger deal out of it."

Now Henry felt terrible and a little angry too. Perhaps he was just protective, but the idea that a host of men were jerking off to dirty images of his woman caused some uncomfortable feelings in his mind. Granted, all those men were dead, and Henry couldn't fault them for being attracted to Mira.

"So that's my story. I was the company whore in the minds of about sixteen to twenty people. It took me a few years to erase that stain from my honor, and thankfully Connor never really heard about that incident." She breathed out and looked at Henry, "And that is what I don't like the idea of you masturbating, and that is why you aren't going to be doing it around me."

Henry stared for a few seconds before slowly nodding, "I'm sorry you had to go through that Mira, that was pretty fucked up and wrong for people to do that to you."

Although Henry was thinking to himself, 'Granted, I'd have probably done the same.' He told himself he wouldn't resist the next spanking when it came up as penance for such a guilty desire.

Mira sniffed and looked away, "That's kind of you to say."

Henry nodded slowly before braced himself and spoke up next, "But that isn't a good enough reason for me to not masturbate."

"What?!" The Death Knight seemed more upset than angry, at least from what Henry saw on her face, "How can you be so cruel?!"

"Mira, I'm sorry, but I'm not seeing why that should stop me from enjoying an activity that honestly doesn't affect you, like, at all." Henry held up his arms in mock surrender, "I'm not trying to be mean, but I'm just not seeing that as a valid justification."

"Well, it's valid to me!" Mira exclaimed as she sat up and turned away from Henry, "And I'm saying you aren't allowed to do it anymore, so that is that!"

Henry stared at her back, trying not to focus on staring at her rear, "Mira, come on. Be reasonable. After everything we have done, this is the one thing that you can't accept?" He gestured towards his diaper, "It's not like you'll ever really know when I'm cumming or anything. Besides, I can do it when you aren't around."

"No!" Mira still had her back turned, but Henry was sure that she was pouting, "And why is it such a big deal to jerk off? You have me; that should be more than good enough!"

"I mean, Mira, I'll always take the chance to love you physically." Henry bluntly remarked, "But I also masturbate for a reason other than pleasure." He wasn't sure why he was telling her this, but Henry figured he might as well be honest, "When I jerk off, it helps with bringing back memories of the other women in my life. It makes me think of their smiles, their laughter, and their love. It's hard not to think of them in a sexual way when I do this, so I figure it's my way to keep them in my thoughts."

Mira turned around and gave him a look that he had seen Atda give him once, "That's a very idiotic reason."

"Hey!" Henry was a little hurt to hear Mira describe his reason as idiotic, "What the fuck is wrong with that?!"

For once, he was sure that Mira was looking at him as a man and not a baby, "Because no woman wants to hear that you honor their love and friendship by masturbating to them in reverence." She looked flummoxed now, "Honestly, I need to teach you more about what women want in their romance. You seem to have such grand misconceptions."

Something about this discussion sparked some anger in Henry, "Well, I'm sorry this is someway I can show my love to people I care about, Mira. Maybe I can write a poem or sonnet if I actually had the talent, or perhaps I can make something worthwhile to show them if I ever even see them again, but I don't know how, alright? But at least with this, I can keep the memory of the precious moments I had with each of them in mind." Henry sniffed in frustration and looked away, "I mean, Mira, you of all people can understand what that means."

"Of course, I know what that means," She remarked softly and looked a little guilty now.

Henry didn't look as guilty, though, "Besides, after all the things we've done? You can always jerk me off if you'd like; you'd probably like it." He half-joked as he expected to get another rise out of her. However, he was surprised to see her blush, an actual blush, and look away.

He stared at her for a few moments before he looked sorely confused, "Mira, when did you...? Was it when I was in my baby mindset? More importantly, why the fuck are you upset then?!" Henry stood up with a crinkle in his movements.

"Hey, don't take the tone with me!" Mira countered as she was staring down at him slightly, "First off, it was back at the beach. Second, you were asleep," Henry couldn't believe that she readily admitted to jerking him off in his sleep.

"And third, it's not the same thing!"

Henry wanted to say something, anything about how outrageous and absurd her statement was, but all he could think to do was laugh, "I don't believe this, I don't believe this at all!"

"It's not the same thing!"

Henry finally had enough, "It is the same thing, Mira." He rubbed his forward, "I'm not mad; I'm honestly just shocked that you did something to me, without my consent, and then act all high and mighty about something that isn't a big deal. We've had sex, you've blown me, I've eaten you out, and you've changed my diapers. Out of all the things, the idea of me jerking off into my diapers is somehow that bad, and yet you did it to me anyway." He paused and looked at Mira, "We are even having this argument?"

"Because...because..." Mira trailed off as she tried to find a reason, "Because I don't like the idea of you masturbating to other women when I'm around! I want you for myself when it is just the two of us! And I don't want you to waste your delicious cum and-" Mira paused while Henry's eyes went wide as she said that last part.

Mira was quite embarrassed by what she just said, indicated by her shrieking loudly and covering her face with both hands. Henry, meanwhile, was stricken silent by what he just heard and trying to process hearing such a line uttered from a woman. He didn't know how to feel about this; oddly enough, he felt concerned mostly.

"Mira," Henry started slowly, "Let's...go over what you just said, shall we?" The Death Knight didn't respond, but he thought he heard a little whine from her, "Because I feel like we need to address this before getting back to the masturbation issue. Although I feel like this current topic has a lot to do with that one."

"I swear, it isn't what it sounds like," Mira slowly pulled her hands down but kept looking away from Henry, "I'm not some weird pervert."

"Mira, you talking to a massive pervert." Henry grabbed the front of his infantile diaper to prove his point, "I'm not going to judge you for liking to suck my cock."

The Death Knight bristled, "I'm not some whore that likes to suck cock."

"Never said that just saying that, you know, it's okay to suck my cock." The smug look Henry had on his face seemed to annoy Mira much. That said, she didn't look ready to start spanking him again.

Mira looked like she was trying to calm herself down and slightly failing. "Okay, I'm going to explain what I mean. So first off, yes, your cum tastes...good." She looked away, and Henry felt oddly proud of himself, "But that might be because I haven't tasted anything in over eight years now."

That line took the smirk off his face, "What? How does that even work."

Mira grimaced as if she recalled something alien, "Everything I taste feels like ash in my mouth. Another Death Knight told me after we became free that the Lich King did to ensure that we never had anything that could allow us to feel like people. It was another tactic designed to keep us in line." The look on her face made Henry's heartache as she looked utterly miserable now.

"Mira, by the Light, I am so sorry," Henry felt his teasing might have gone a little far now, "But this is something else; I need to see if my magic can help fix this problem."

She looked grateful at his suggestion and smiled a little, "I think it has already, or at least it has started too. My voice, my body, and my mind are already feeling a lot better. I mean, the conversations we've been having even after all the years of not using my voice is a testament to that magic you have."

Henry was impressed, but he figured if it could heal grievous wounds, destroy curses, and allow for him to manipulate unborn children, it could probably deal with a nasty case of a scratchy throat. Though something sort of amused him, "You don't think my cum healed your throat?" Another absurd item to add to the growing list of his powers.

"I mean, as silly as that sounds, I wouldn't be surprised." Mira nodded slowly, "Granted; I don't think you should go around telling anyone that, not sure how you'd explain it."

"Figured as much, but still," Henry tried to consider the reality of this situation, "I have magic, healing cum."

"The more you say it, the dumber it sounds." Mira remarked flatly, but for Henry, he couldn't help but laugh, "Too true! Alright, I won't say it anymore."

A somewhat comfortable silence fell upon the two for a minute before Henry spoke up again, "Mira, if you don't want me to masturbate, I guess I can understand the reasons why, well at least one reason. But I still think it's crazy to make a ruling about what I can and cannot do with my body. I get that you want me for yourself, but you have me here, right now. What I am doing is just trying to keep memories real and tangible in my mind; it's not me betraying your love or trust. I want to remember the other people in my life that cared about me as much as you do."

Mira didn't say anything for a good, long minute. But finally, she slowly nodded, "You-you're right. I'm selfish for a very odd reason." She approached Henry and kneeled to him before embracing him tightly. He returned the hug, surprised at the gesture, but welcoming it.

"I don't want you to leave me," She said quietly, "I'll do anything for you if it means I can stay in your life."

Henry could hear some of the fear in her voice, "Mira, you don't need to do anything but be happy and free. After everything you went through, you don't need to tie yourself down to anyone." He brought his right hand up and started to stroke the back of her head, trying to comfort her.

She shook her head into his shoulder, "I'm saying this because I want to, Henry. I'll always be by your side, as long as you allow me."

"I won't ever push you away, Mira." He could feel a bit of warmth from her body, "You'll always be close to me."

"Thank you," The Death Knight held the embrace, reluctantly pulling back. Henry noticed that she wasn't looking at him again as she spoke, "Well, I guess you are free to masturbate than to your heart's content." She sighed and still looked a little miffed. The adult baby sighed as well, but then an idea struck him.

"How about a compromise?" He put forward, and that seemed to work as Mira looking quite interested now.

"Compromise? How do we compromise on this?"

Henry licked his lips, "Well, I thought maybe you could set when and where I can masturbate." He started blushing again, "Y-you know, you can have some control over it; that'd make you feel a little better, right?"

The smile he got was a little more predatorily than he expected, "That's an...interesting idea. But I think I'll set some more conditions to this idea."

Henry groaned, but he couldn't complain since he was the one that put this idea forward, "Fine, what are your conditions."

"Well, first off, you'll have twenty minutes to jerk off." She started, and Henry's eyes widen at the condition. "And you can only do it once a day."

"But..." Henry tried to get a word in edgewise.

"And I get to choose where you do it. You'll need to get my permission as well, and your diaper will need to be on display. I'm going to wait to hear all the juicy details about the girl you are thinking about as well. Plus, you'll need to get my permission to cum as well."

The more she rattled off, the more Henry realized that he just gave her permission to humiliate him further. She enjoyed it as well; the smile growing on her face was evidence of that...but something about the amusement and joy made Henry feel better.

"...and if you are good and clean, maybe mommy will blow you more!" Mira's face was making a kissy face towards Henry. That and her declaration instantly got his attention, and Henry's embarrassment receded slightly at the chance of more blowjobs from Mira.

"Okay, deal!" Henry agreed in a heartbeat, which surprised Mira for a second before she grinned victoriously, "Splendid!"

Whatever issues that remained seemed to either be put on the backburner, as Mira smile at Henry now, "So with that settled, I suppose it would be a good idea to get you ready for bed. So I'm going to get you your bottle and then get you to get your double diapers ready." As she got and turned to leave, Henry suddenly spoke up.

"Wait!" Mira stopped and looked over at him, "How about we, uh, have some sex first?" He gestured towards his diaper, "You know, you were teasing me all day, getting me ready for it."

The Death Knight gave him a confused look, "Well, you can make cummies in your diapers instead. Just play with yourself; that's what you wanted, right?"

"I mean," He was looking intently at her body, "Masturbation is fun and all, but since you wanted some sex, I figure we could get back to doing just that."

Henry was surprised to see a deep frown appear on her face, "Henry, you are so greedy! First, you whine about wanting to touch yourself, which I ultimately agree to, and now you want sex as well?"

"...Yes? What's the problem? You wanted it as well."

Mira sighed, and she walked back over to Henry. He grinned and soon was lying on his back, waiting for Mira to mount his hard cock. But as Herny watched her hands go to remove the tapes from his diaper, he noticed that she was still frowning at him. As she pulled back the front of his diaper, he soon realized what she was doing as her hands pulled his legs together, and she pulled them out, exposing his unprotected rear to her.

Faster than he expected, Mira's free hand started to attack his rear with it, which in turn caused Henry to begin crying out in pain, "M-mommy, stop!"

"No," She stated forcefully, "I want to remind you that you can't just get what you want and then demand more without taking into consideration what your partner wants!"

Henry squirmed under her strength as the spanking rained down upon his bottom, "But you said we were going to have sex!"

"And we still might," She delivered a pounding slap to him, "But let this be a lesson for little boys like you do not make demands after a compromise!"

The diaper-less traveler felt himself start to lose any semblance of dignity, "B-but I-I was the one that made the compromise in the first place!"

"Correct, and you should've stopped while you were there!" Henry let out a few throaty yells as she kept at the punishment, "Remember Henry, always negotiate from a position of power!"

He didn't hear the last part as he lost complete control over the situation, resulting in him starting to cry and wail.

"Waaaaaaahhhhh!" Echoed through the cave once more as the adult baby was given another harsh lesson from the Death Knight.

The number of spanks that Henry received amounted to barely twenty, but it still left him in a sobbing wreck. Mira re-taped him into his diaper and left him by himself for a few minutes. The adult baby comforted himself by sucking on his thumb, and the feeling of his diaper getting warm helped calm him. The stinging pain in his rear, along with the wet diaper around his waist, had made him horny once he felt the toll of the humiliation on his mind fueling his libido.

Henry tried to masturbate furiously, images of the girls taunting him again and calling him a big baby for getting spanked again by Mira. This time for trying to be a horny baby trying to have sex with mommy. Unfortunately, as he tried to work towards a climax, Mira interrupted but, thankfully, did not spank him. It was soon time for his bottle before bedtime and then a change into his double nighttime diapers.

Once again, Mira mercilessly teased him, making sure that he drank the contents of an entire bottle while she felt him up as her hands roamed across his soggy bottom and crotch. Feeling his arousal, she spent the rest of the feeding slowly teasing him before he finished drinking. After that, Henry was once again subject to half an hour of babying before Mira announced it was time for bed. Henry whined and tried to ask for some release, but Mira would either shush him or spank his thigh if he got particularly whiny.

As Mira landed him down for a change, Henry figured that this would be it, and he'd spend the rest of the night trying to feel his aroused manhood behind another full infantile cage of padding. But as Mira untapped his wet diapers, she smiled as she saw his penis spring out of the diaper, the tip red and the rest of the cock hard as a rock. But as Mira kneeled before him, she looked at him in the eyes and spoke up.

"I hope you learned your lesson from that spanking."

Henry groaned, not sure what lesson he was supposed to have learned. He wisely kept his mouth shut and nodded. That seemed to be the right answer for Mira. The Death Knight wordlessly crawled upon Henry's body, both their faces close enough to kiss, "Good boy. Mommy saw that you were trying to masturbate without getting permission from me, but I'll let that pass for now. So instead, you are going to put that big, hard peepee to use and make mommy happy, got it?"

Joy and shocked filled Henry's mind, but he quickly nodded in excitement, "Yes, mommy!" He was going to have some more sex, awesome.

He felt a hand tightly grip his shaft as Mira kept her gaze leveled at him, "For the rest of the night, your cock is mine to use, and when I'm done with it, back in diapers it goes. And do you know what that is, Henry?"

"Because it belongs in diapers, because I'm a baby, and because I need to wear my diapers for mommy!" The answers came out of his mouth quickly enough because Henry wholeheartedly believed and knew they were the correct ones.

"Good answers!" Mira smiled at him, "Now, give mama a nice, long, and passionate kiss. After that, you and mama are going to play our special game for a bit. And then you can nurse from my tits for a little bit. You'll like that, right?" They both giggled at the apparent answer before Henry kissed Mira. His magic surfaced as well, and he felt Mira relax as they embraced one another in mutual love.

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Okay, getting close to the end for this interlude now.

Posterchina · April 16, 2021

Thank you for your patience. And now we get a fun little development for Mira

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Interlude Three, Part Six

'I don't believe it, but I think he's getting better at having sex.' Mira thought to herself once the two of them finally stopped for the night. Henry had made her cum at least four times, although her little man came seven times. Sometimes it was difficult for him not to mention that he was cumming, followed by a few minutes of him getting erect again. No matter how many times she told him not to cum, Henry did so anyway. Mira would notice that Henry felt awful from prematurely finishing. Still, Mira would tease him by something akin to him not having any control since he was just a baby and then following up with why that meant he had to stay in diapers, lest he makes a mess. The Death Knight found that it was easy to distract Henry by appealing to his infantilism.

And for her, it meant the world to make Henry happy and comfortable. He had done so much for her already, more than he realized. And Henry continued to try and make her happy. He seemingly didn't ask for much in return, aside from her indulging in his infantilism lifestyle. True, her little boy was making a few assumptions about things, and his ignorance about specific female-related topics was terrible, but there was never any harm in his intentions. Henry wanted to please Mira, and he tried to satisfy all the women in his life. It was tragic in a way; Henry was seemingly desperate to make everyone in his life happy, even if they were an entire world away. Yet, at the same time, he had a sense of personal desires and needs that he had to fulfill. This desire to travel, explore, learn, and experience the world of Azeroth. It was both amusing and terrifying to imagine this young man, a little boy stuck in diapers, wanting to find some adventure and truth in this war-torn realm.

Though, if Mira was honest with herself in this matter, she found his confidence and steadfastness in this endeavor to be not only endearing but arousing as well. She could hear his tone change when he talked about exploring the world, and he spoke as a man that wouldn't be stopped by anything this world threw at him. He admitted that sometimes it felt challenging to move forward, but meeting people like her and seeing the world kept him going and towards new heights of accomplishment.

It somehow made her feel better, knowing that she could follow someone like him into a new unknown. Mira owed him for freeing her, giving her emotions and memories again, and slowly letting her recovery a sense of self. It did help that Henry gave her permission to take care of him in more ways than one. Though it was a reciprocal deal in many ways, the two took care of each other through an emotional connection. The sex certainly helped deepen that connection for the two of them.

The sex, while not world-shattering compared to her times with Connor, was still pleasurable and relaxing. Put, Mira always felt better after having sex with Henry. What started as an absurd thought from three days ago had turned into one she readily embraced. What guilt she might have had with herself after such an act was becoming less of an issue. Mira and Henry were happy, and so that meant that they weren't doing anything wrong. The Death Knight still had to juggle around Henry's identity issues, the baby, the man, and the adult baby wrapped up into one young human. Then there was the magic as well, which was another complication.

Her relationship with Henry was simple on the surface but, at its core, a complicated matter. The sex was one thing, but Mira tried to have a deeper relationship with him, which, considering she was competing with other women, made this relationship have an out-of-context issue for the Death Knight. The fact remained that Mira wanted Henry for herself, but she wasn't about to tell him that or attempt to sabotage his relationship with other women. Mira might have been accepting of a monogamous relationship, but Henry wanted more out of life.

So as the pair settled for the night, Mira's thought about what she could do with him even as she fed Henry his nighttime bottle, changed him into his diapers, and tucked him in for the night.

"Henry," Mira started as she lay next to a Henry, the adult baby having been swaddled in a few blankets, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Hmm?" Henry looked up at her, though he had a pacifier in his mouth. The Death Knight smiled as she pulled it out of his mouth, "Now you can speak. I wanted to ask you something that's been on my mind."

"Alright." Henry was staring at her with those eyes that she loved so much, innocence and trust still shining brightly. Mira always felt melt when he was looking at her like this; it made her think of her children for a brief, painful moment.

"This blizzard is going to end soon finally, and you wanted to head to the Wyrmsrest Temple to gain knowledge on this diaper bag of yours. But what about after you get your answers?"

Henry looked confused as he already explained what he wanted to do, "Well, I guess I'll get back to traveling around the world."

"And after you do all your traveling? Then what?"

He tried to shrug, but all Mira could see was him shifting in his blankets, "Figured I'd be an adventurer for a bit, make some money, and then maybe find a new profession to pursue." Henry closed his eyes now and spoke up, "Haven't thought that far ahead; I'm still young."

She was about to say 'and vulnerable,' but she opted to focus on her question, "What about maybe settling down a little earlier after you finish exploring, I mean." Mira tried to sound like she was disinterested, "I mean, you unmistakably have some women smitten with you, so perhaps it wouldn't be hard to make more grounded and permanent arrangements."

Mira tried to gauge his response, but Henry looked quite uneasy, "Are you-are you suggesting that I move in with one of them or something? Like, actually start courting them?"

'I better be included.' Mira thought to herself before she nodded, "If you want to think of it that way, then yes." Her free hand went and gently touched his cheek, "Don't you want to be with them?"

Henry looked uncomfortable, "Mira, I don't even know if they want me. I mean, I don't think I'd make a good partner." Mira was about to refute him when she spoke up again, "Besides, I made a promise to Valrah that I'd come back to her someday. And I told myself that maybe when I did..." Henry blushed but kept his gaze with Mira, "That I was going to be her baby. Perhaps for good."

The Death Knight couldn't believe what she just heard, "B-but, you've been trying to be a man and everything! I figured you didn't want to be a baby." She was confused now; what was all that bluster about him wanting to be a man then?

"Mira, it's so very complicated these feelings I have about this and that, and yes, I want to be a man so much, but I also feel this connection to Valrah. It's likely because she gave me real, unconditional love. The thought of being reduced back to a full-time baby is scary to me. But maybe in time, I can be a man in her eyes, and I can consider trying to settle down with others. But that is an issue for another time. Once I find her again, I think I might not pass the chance to be with her as her little boy."

There was a sense of dread in her heart as Mira heard his words. He'd rather go back to this Valrah, the one who set him on this journey, and he'd be her baby. Henry would go to her, then stay with Mira or any other woman he encountered.

"Why her?" She couldn't stop a bit of the bitterness edging into her tone. Thankfully, Henry didn't seem to pick it up.

"Because I feel a connection to her. It's difficult to describe, but when I think of her, it feels as if I am thinking about the woman that might have truly been my mother. She might be a different species, but I am her baby in the end. I want to be that for her; I need to be that again at some point, or I will feel like I lost a part of myself."

"So, what are we to you, Henry?" Mira asked quietly, "I love you, and I suspect the others love you as well. You are our baby too." The Death Knight scoffed, "Am I supposed to share being a mother to you with this Valrah? Do we all have to play subordinate to her, less we don't gain your affection?"

"Mira," Henry started, and he tried to get up a little from his blankets, "This isn't a contest for my affection. I should be the one that has to try and return everyone's love, make them happy, and be whatever they want me to be. The thought of making any of you unhappy...I don't know if I could live with myself." She didn't like the tone he took when he said that last line. Mira decided to end the conversation, then and there.

"Now, now, don't say such things." The Death Knight said with a forced smile, "Let's just have the rest of this conversation later."

He looked confused and tried to speak up, "But Mir..." She cut him off by putting his pacifier back into his mouth. "No more words, you need to sleep, okay?" An awkward silence descended between the two, but Henry nodded all the same. Mira thanked the Light and the Gods that Henry wasn't interested in arguing; instead, he started to suck from his pacifier noisily.

"Good boy," She quickly leaned down and kissed the top of his forward, "Have a nice dream for mommy and make sure you go peepee in your diapers so they'll help keep you warm!"

For her efforts, she got some giggles from Henry, and Mira felt a little relieved that he either enjoying or playing along with her. Henry closed his eyes, and after about ten minutes, Henry was out like a light. She waited nearly an hour before she started her nightly vigil, but her thoughts were a chaotic mess.

"Oh Henry," She spoke quietly to herself, "What am I going to do..."

Mira spent the better part of five hours thinking about what Henry had said and what this meant for the long term. On the one hand, Mira thought it was crazy for Henry to "ruin" his entire future on returning to the first love of his life. On the other hand, Mira was a hypocrite for wanting to do the same thing with Henry. She idly suspected the other women in his life wanted something similar or perhaps partake in such a future themselves. No one in this hypothetical situation was without bias or desire.

Valrah wanted Henry as her baby. Mira wanted him as her baby. Others possibly wanted him as well, and Henry wanted them all. It was a mess, with one man wanting multiple partners, and the others perhaps might not be wanting to share. Women were possessive creatures, some more than others due to race or culture, as well. They all saw Henry as a baby that needed their protection, a gentle lover that showered them with affection, and a young man on his way to becoming a man. His magic was also fascinating due to its unique healing and the power behind it.

It was plain to see, but Henry was quite the catch in his unique way.

But how was everyone supposed to get a piece of him? Mira considered the possibility of sharing motherly duties, especially if some of the girls were babies. Surely even this Valrah would admit that having the aid of another two or three "wives" could be of great assistance. Who knows how many more women will join this harem of Henry's (which reminded Mira that she would need to talk to him about said harem later.) As Mira's mind raced about what to do, she thought about her role as a surrogate mother and if it was even viable.

'What if this Valrah doesn't want another mother getting involved in taking care of Henry? What if she only wants babies around him?' As she thought about it a little more, a possible scenario took form in her mind, 'What if the only way to still be around Henry was I had to be a baby as well?'

She paused in her, thinking, 'Wait, why did I think that?! There is no way I am going to be some baby! I'm a mother of two, a wife, and a Death Knight.' Mira scoffed aloud and tried to push those thoughts aside, but they kept coming back. As she sat beside a sleeping Henry, she began to fidget slightly.

'How would that even work? Would I just be given an ultimatum, either get a diaper on or get out of Henry's life? I mean, I wouldn't leave him over such a simple thing. I love Henry; I want to be with him, no matter where he goes.' Mira started to think about such a crazy decision, and she found that she could stomach quite a bit of it, 'I gave up my entire military career to be with Connor, and it's not like ending up as a baby alongside Henry would be the worst thing. I'd be near him, I can keep him safe, and it's not like it would the worst thing ever.'

The idea was crazy for Mira, though, and she couldn't picture herself being a diapered-up baby alongside Henry. She had too much pride as a woman, a mother, and a soldier to reduce herself to that level. By the Light, she had brought her babies into this world. She had every right to be a mother, perhaps more so than most of the women in this harem that Henry was amassing. However, the idea was gaining traction in her mind. She didn't care about pride and dignity that much to not be near the person that freed her.

'I mean, I wouldn't even be able to use diapers...at least not now.' At the rate at which Henry's magic was healing her, she might very well have working organs like a bladder and bowels. The thought of having to answer the call of nature after so many years was an odd thing to celebrate. Mira could be alive again, and that thought scared her in some ways.

'Getting babied might have some poetic justice in a way,' She thought to herself with some humor. 'A second infancy for a second chance at life.' As Mira thought about it a little more, she considered the possibility that once her organs were working again, they might not be working correctly. 'Goodness, I might need to wear diapers at some point.' A little bit of heat formed in her cheeks at the idea of having to be potty trained again...if she even got that far. This possibility in mind, her mental image of herself allowed her to relax a fair amount, and without warning, another unique idea entered into her head.

"What if I try a diaper now?" Mira muttered aloud before gasping and covering her mouth, now blushing a lot more as she said that near Henry. As she looked down, he was still sleeping peacefully. As she lowered her hands from her mouth, the idea was stuck in her mind now. The Death Knight looked over at the diaper bag, only two feet away from the two of them.

What Mira was about to do wasn't because she wanted to be a baby or anything kink-related. Mira was a rather vanilla woman at her core, blowjob enthusiasm notwithstanding, so she reached for the diaper bag and, as instructed by Henry, willed it to produce a diaper in her size, it was for her to test out the object and nothing more simply.

"Oh, uh." Mira's hand grabbed at a thick diaper, this one quite babyish as well with images of rattles, clouds, and surprisingly a symbol of Lordaeron. Quickly looking over at the still sleeping Henry, she got up with the diaper in hand before deciding to grab a container of baby powder as well. Mira still smelled like sex, and she was making sure she smelled a little sweeter. Henry had already seen her use the powder before, so it wouldn't be a surprise if he smelled powder on her in the morning.

A short distance away from Henry, she found a spare blanket and set it down on the ground near the firepit. She winced as she unfolds the diaper, hearing the crinkling, and quickly looked over towards the sleeping baby. For once, she was grateful at how deep a sleeper Henry could be at times. As she placed the down, the familiar hourglass shape looked quite odd to her as it was awaiting her bottom this time around. A moment of three passed as Mira hesitated before taking a deep breath, positioned herself over the diaper, and then slowly sat down upon it.

"Oh!" She gasped aloud and quickly shut her mouth, not to awaken Henry, "It's so soft." The Death Knight whispered to herself in amazement. It was one thing to feel the cushioning with her hands, and it was another to feel it against her ass. Mira couldn't remember her first time (and how weird it was to say it would be the first time) she had worn diapers. She could retain the softness of the cloth diapers that she had gotten for Landan and Anya when they were babies, but at the time, it felt more like holding a soft towel. Mira had only ever known her panties, all different designs and fabrics, but generally the same. They made her feel sexy, but they weren't as comfortable as this feeling around her bottom.

As she powdered herself, Mira kept glancing over towards Henry, expecting to see him awake and asking why she was diapering herself. There was something "electrifying" about the whole experience, which made Mira wonder if this is what Henry felt all those times when people were close to finding out he was wearing diapers or liked to be babied. It, oddly enough, remained Mira of her covert get-togethers with Connor. And when they were married and had children, how the two of them would quietly fuck in their bed and try not to awaken one of their children from the act of lovemaking. The diaper made her feel younger but not exactly babyish, though the baby powder wasn't helping things.

"Okay, just pull it up as you do with Henry all the time." She muttered to herself as she leaned back and worked on getting the diaper taped around her waist. As she pulled the front up over her crotch, a guttural moan of pleasure escaped from her mouth as she felt the padding against her pussy now. This new feeling was unlike anything she felt before, perhaps only eclipsed by a sexual stimulus.

"W-what is this feeling?!" She whispered to herself, and she felt an urgent need to get this diaper tapped up around her waist now. Mira stopped caring if Henry would hear the snap of the tapes or any further crinkling. So as Mira worked on each tape, the padded garment was soon fitted snuggly around her waist. Mira glanced down at it and marveled at the infantile confines that were protecting her vagina. As she noticed how cute the babyish images were on the front of the diaper, she realized why Henry felt so emasculated upon seeing the diaper tapped up around his crotch. There was perhaps some weird knowing that her pussy, which had been used to bring children into this world, which symbolized Mira's status as a woman, had returned to be covered in baby powder and with a diaper protecting it. Her only other symbol of womanhood was her breasts, but somehow they made this juxtaposition all the more embarrassing for Mira.

She understood what Henry enjoyed now, perhaps on a deeper level than she had initially thought possible. But her thoughts turned to the feeling that had grown in her loins, a need for release. As she gripped the front of the diaper, she gasped as she felt the thick padding on the front. This sensation is what Henry felt every moment of his life. And she once again understood why he might have found the act of masturbation so fun.

"Oh, Light. What if Connor ever saw me like this?" She muttered to herself as she pulled herself up and now sat on her padded rear. Thoughts of her deceased husband finding her like this made her feel a fire of humiliation burn in her body. All manner of erotic suggestion and self-evaluation flew through her mind at lightning speeds. She had gone from being a mother to her children and Henry, having made sure they were wearing their diapers. Now she was wearing a diaper herself; life had gone full circle with her ending up back in diapers.

"No, I'm not a baby," Mira told herself that this was just a measure of understanding, that she was enjoying the diapers because it was a new and exciting thing for her. The Death Knight had no idea if she was an infantilist, but she discovered a new kink. However, not even Mira couldn't stop the wave of erotic thoughts of having to give up her mommy status to be a baby so Mira could stay with Henry. The idea of her being a baby alongside him filled her with joy, though, and she remembered that if Henry asked her to be a baby or wear diapers, she would obey him.

Mira didn't stop her right hand from slowly coming up and grasping at her breast, or her left hand was sliding down into her diaper. "Oh, I'm your slave, Henry. I'll do anything you want me to do." If Henry saw her like this, she'd lose all respect and credibility from him. Perhaps that confident but egotistical side of him would take control, and he'd force her to go through the same humiliation that she had put Henry through the last three days. She wouldn't fight him, but Mira would still be taught to be a good girl for him.

Her nipples were now hard, and her fingers slipped into hot and wet folds of flesh. Mira knew where her clitoris was, and as her fingers started to caress, Mira felt herself instantly climax from her touch. She bit down on her tongue to stop a moan of pleasure that would've echoed across the cave system. 'I'm such a hypocrite! I just masturbated in a diaper, the same thing I told Henry not to do!' She yelled in her mind, but what came was a breathless mantra of, "I'm a bad girl, I'm a bad girl, I'm a bad girl!"

Mira had gone to lie on her back again, finding it easier to get herself off but not realizing how adorable, pathetic, and erotic she looked all at once. A Death Knight, a former soldier, and a mother of two had seemingly reduced herself to a diapered woman, masturbating herself while wearing infantile garments and moaning to herself about how she was a bad girl. Her mind conjured up all sorts of visions that would bring over the edge and cause her to orgasm in the end. The idea that this was perhaps the fate that awaited her caused her to shiver in pleasure. There was no dread now, not after what she went through already. After having suffered a much worse fate, she would gladly accept diapers and infantilism.

By the time Mira finished, she had reached a self-induced climax four times. If her sweat glands were still working, she'd have been a wet mess on her blanket. But right now, Mira felt the burning desire to masturbate had gone away and left to contemplate her actions in a pleasurable haze. Left breathing hard, Mira attempted to focus on what she was initially trying to learn from this stunt.

"Right," She breathed out as she started up at the ceiling, "If I could wear diapers. Well, it was a success." She chuckled to herself. Mira already knew that she could put on a diaper and wear it; Mira just wanted to see if she could stand it. After what just happened, Mira could very well embrace the idea of wearing diapers full-time, but she would not at all.

Making a mental pact with herself, Mira would swear off the idea of wearing diapers until she either needed to wear them, Henry would ask her too, or she would decide to be an adult-baby with Henry when the time came. But until then, she had to keep up appearances and be the full-time adult in this relationship, which was easy enough for the Death Knight. As she got up, Mira noticed a significant waddle in her step. As she took a few steps forward, the crinkling sound felt loud to her, but even after her masturbation marathon, Henry was still sound asleep. As she waddled over to him, Mira smiled at the sight of him and kneeled to get closer to him.

"Whatever happens, Henry, I'll always be with you." She whispered to herself and him, "Whether it's you in diapers or both of us in them, I'll always be with you, always." The dark-haired beauty kissed him on the lips before pulling away. The Death Knight stood over her charge and wondered what to do next. Looking above her, she could see the Cherub was seemingly resting near an alcove. She then noticed something from one of the open holes in the ceiling of the cave.

"Huh?" She muttered to herself as she waddled and crinkled over to get a better look. It was difficult, but Mira could see what looked like stars through the opening, "It couldn't be." The Death Knight turned and decided to go check out the entrance to this entire cave network. As she crinkled away from their campsite, Mira realized how difficult it was to walk in a diaper.

"Damn it, and I haven't even used it." An idle thought came to mind of maybe carrying Henry through most of the journey on the Path. She was strong enough to pull that off, and she could just put him in thicker diapers for the entire trip as well. It was something that would need to be considered now if Mira was right about what she'd find at the entrance.

The entrance that both Henry and Mira had used was blocked by a giant wall of ice and snow. Three days and nights of a seemingly constant blizzard would've made it difficult for anyone to get through without tools and several hours of work.

For Mira, all she had to do was cast a powerful wave of her blue witchfire towards it and watched as a large cloud of steam filled the tunnel entrance. For a brief moment, the Death Knight felt the warm air rushing around her, but it soon faded just like before. Still, a good sign on her journey towards being truly alive again.

As she stepped forward into the cold dark, a part of her realized that it wasn't ominous. In a rather weird way, the diaper around her waist was offering comfort and security, a sense of warmth that seemed to come from it or perhaps from the magic that created it that was lingering. The nude woman, saved for the babyish diaper around her waist, looked up to see a clear sky, with stars and the Aurora Borealis dancing up in the night sky.

The blizzard was finally gone now, leaving an open path towards the Wyrmsrest Temple.

Getting her bearings, Mira figured that it was probably a little before dawn now, but Mira knew that she and Henry would have to get started on their journey again. She would need to get her armor and weapon back, get their supplies prepared, and then consider what to do when they arrived at the Temple. Last she heard, those Dragon Adherents had established a town around the Temple, which at the very least meant civilization. That would make things difficult, especially as Henry would need to find a way to meet with the Alexstrasza the Life-Binder, somehow.

"Guess the honeymoon is over," Mira muttered to herself in amusement. Three days ago, Mira had hardly spoken any words. Now she could laugh, cry, smile, and show emotion for the first time in years. Her body was healing, she felt alive again both in body and spirit, and she even had steady sex. All thanks to Henry stumbling into this cave. He gave her a second chance at life and allowed her to start healing the psychological and spiritual wounds. As she gazed up into the night sky, she reaffirmed her promise to stay by him through whatever path he took in this world.

She was his slave, his protector, his lover, his mother, his wife-to-be, and perhaps even a future playmate. Maybe in time, their relationship would change further, but Mira Atterton had a new mission and purpose in life until then. And within the first hours of the brand-new day, she and Henry would get back on their journey, this time together.

It was a good feeling.

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Alright, more smut and story on the way. Still stuck in this cave for a little longer. Hopefully I'll actually get the next part in the main story completed by then.

Posterchina · April 18, 2021

You know what time it is? Time for a dream sequence. This is one of those times where a wet-dream is a applicable descriptor for this event. Thankfully, our hero wears diapers already, so no chance to staining his sheets.

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Chapter 15, Part One: The Fantasy and Mira's Baby Time

At first, Henry thought this would be another night of mundane dreaming. However, the dreams were odd tonight. Honestly, something felt different about this entire night for the diapered traveler. In the last three days, they had been relatively ordinary, easily forgettable, and devoid of anything substantial. It had been somewhat of a pattern over the last couple of days, and while Henry wasn't interested in getting any more of these "prophetic" visions, it did make him wonder why they had stopped.

There was also a lack of erotic dreams, which was quite annoying. It would've been nice to see the girls, perhaps again. , probably for the best, Henry had too many concerns in the real world to be asleep for too long. Baffling as it was to consider, Henry was a busy adult-baby these days. So, he didn't think much of this for a time, but a part of him was seemingly anxious. No doubt, he just wanted to have one, perhaps a dream that had some substance, maybe something "fun" in light of all the new developments in his life.

So as he slept, his mind entered into a deep state of thinking. Henry would get his dream soon enough.

Sunlight, that was the first thing Henry felt upon his skin as his eyes opened up. Looking up into the sky, he saw a clear blue sky and the sun shining up above him. Lowering his head to take a look around his environment, Henry saw that he was still in what appeared to be Dragonblight. The land itself remained desolate, but with the daylight, it didn't seem as dreary this time around. He was surprised to find that he was standing on the Path of the Titans again.

Now looking down at himself, Henry was wearing the same winter clothing he had arrived in Dragonblight with, and it was clean as well. His hands quickly grasped at the front of his pants, and the padded traveler sighed with relief as he felt the feeling of thick padding around his waist. A pacifier was hanging on his jacket, and the diaper bag draped around his shoulders.

"Mira?" He asked, looking around, but the Death Knight was nowhere around him or anywhere on the Path. A feeling of concern and dread welled up in him, but before Henry started to yell out for Mira, he heard a mighty roar off to the north of him. It sounded like the roar of the dragon, eerily similar to the one he heard back in Kalimdor. His focus directed towards the north, Henry could now make out a genuinely massive tower off in the distance.

He gaped as he could make out his destination; Wyrmrest Temple. Though he had never seen it before in his life, Henry knew this was the Temple. Something was drawing him towards the structure. No doubt it was miles away from his current position, and yet Henry felt the magic radiating off it. The magic was unlike anything he'd ever felt before, cutting through the cold air, warm sunlight, and the dry diaper around his waist. As he took a few tentative steps forward, he felt the concern and dread with the disappearance of his companion drift away. Somehow, she was close by and yet not here. Perhaps she would be at the Temple? The adult-baby decided that was his only option now if he wanted to find Mira.

It became easier soon enough to put one foot forward, then another, and before long, Henry was briskly walking towards the Temple now on the Path. Henry placed the bulb of his pacifier in his mouth, dutifully suckling on it as he began his journey.

Time lost meaning now, distances that would've made Henry balk became utterly meaningless, and he felt nothing of fatigue, thirst, or hunger. His diaper was still dry, and the heavy feeling of padding between his legs did not hinder him. At this moment, he was neither a baby nor a man. His societal identity was gone now, replaced by a simple human drive. Henry needed to reach the power of the Temple and the promises of truth upon reaching his destination.

As he got closer and closer, he witnessed two familiar flames and an unknown familiar one appear overhead. Like a trinity of lights guiding him; up above him was one green, one yellow, and one gold. As they hovered overhead, they began to follow Henry towards his goal. The Temple was close enough now that Henry could see it reach far above even the highest battlements of Stormwind. Each step made the temple became a thing of awe-inspiring majesty, and the roars of dragons became increasingly common now. The wind and cold were also picking up as well, each time causing Henry to shiver and make him wish for the embrace of Mira, Valrah, Tixi, or anyone else.

A somber feeling returned in his chest. It was the realization that while he was about to arrive at such an auspicious place, he was all alone. There was no one else to enjoy the splendor, the triumph of this moment. He paused in his stride, stopping as he looked around again as searching for someone. In this moment of mental clarity, the power of this magic drawing couldn't overcome his desire to be with the women that mattered to him.

"I miss them; I miss all of them." Henry muttered to himself, "I'd give up anything to be with them, to let one of them experience this moment with me. But really, I want to be with them." The traveler felt their embraces, their kisses, and their touch upon his skin. "I want to be their baby again. I want to be a lover to them. I want them to know that I'm okay."

Above him, the three flames began to glow brightly and moved towards him. Henry watched as the three of them appeared less than a foot away from him and, as a trio of sapient spirits, began to dance in a strange formation before him. To see it was like watching three stars in the sky, twisting in a circular design, creating a show of lights that dazzled Henry. He soon saw the "window" left by the three flames start to flicker and glow a bright white. Henry had no idea what he saw before him, but a feeling in his stomach told him it was a "gateway" to something. As he gazed upon it, a familiar and comforting feeling seemingly emanated from it.

Pausing before such a strange and beautiful sight, Henry weighed his options. His journey to the Temple was close to an end, and truth awaited him. But before the adult-baby was something else. He didn't know what exactly was ahead of him if he entered into this gateway, but his heart and soul to him to walk through. His mind told him, 'the Temple will still be here, besides,' his inner voice seemed gleeful, 'you are the Traveler, and would you truly miss any road that lies before you?'

Henry barely recognized as he walked into the light the feeling of 'home' that entered into his mind as he stepped through, and his vision became blinded by an endless white void.

As his mind came too, his vision still could only see the color of white, though not as blinding anymore. However, everything around him felt different from where he was last. He felt new sensations upon his body, all of them comforting, warm, and soft. Thankfully he was still wearing his diaper, but no clothing as well. It felt like something was clinging, or at least covering him. His skin was against a fabric, but he still felt all tangled up. Henry started moving and felt tangled in the sheets, which confused him. Henry could scarcely make out what seemed to be a mattress beneath him. Was he on a bed? As Henry tried to get out, he heard a familiar female giggle from what sounded right next to him.

"Silly baby," Henry recognized that voice; it was Mira! "Someone's playing hide-and-seek with his mama," Her tone was playful but also husky. What was going on here? Mira was here with him, which was a great sign, at least. He had wanted her around, so he couldn't stop a brief giggle from escaping his lips as he asked, "Mira?"

There was the sound of her laughter, followed by the sounds of fabric pulling away, "Let's get you out of this tangled mass of blankets." As she pulled them apart, Henry's eyes briefly readjusted to the sunlight of the room he was in, followed by the feeling of fresh air touching his skin. And more importantly, Henry got to see Mira's smiling face.

"Hi." She greeted him with a giggle.

Henry blushed and smiled at her, "Hey."

The still confused but happy adult-baby felt the blankets pull away from him finally. A now unrestrained Henry could make out the room he and Mira were in at the moment. It was unfamiliar at first glance, but somehow Henry felt like he was back at Valrah's home. But that didn't make any sense, the only room Henry had been in the nursery that the Draenei had seemingly made just for him and the kitchen. He could make out dressers, closets, some cabinets, and a vanity. Looking around further, he could make out an open window, showing a bright and sunny day outside. They were not in Northrend, that much was certain. There was a smell of pine, bark, and what he thought to be flowers of sorts wafting into the room. It was spacious, effectively a hundred and fifty feet in width and size.

Something about everything felt off, though. Because every time Henry tried to focus on one thing or another, he'd see what looked to be a green, yellow, or gold tint around said objects. The smells were correct, but Henry had trouble focusing on them even after a few seconds. The texture he was feeling was quite real, as the sensations around his skin felt familiar but eerily fake at the same time.

"Mira, where ar..." Henry trailed off as he focused on the Death Knight finally and noticed what she was wearing. Mira was wearing a tiny pair of underwear, a black matching set of a bra and panty. The underwear seemed only to enhance her curves and body. Henry could briefly make out the strain her bra had upon keeping her breasts confined. They looked expensive, probably even custom-fitted just for the black-haired beauty. Somehow, they gave off an aura of feminine grace, strength, and confidence. Again the sort of thing that clashed with the thick, infantile garment tapped around his waist.

There was something else. As Henry examined her body, and not just the fun parts, he noticed that Mira's scars were no longer as visible. Not only that, she had color to her skin and looked as if she had taken to tanning her body. Henry could even see a noticeable blush on her face, and her lips were red. He could also feel the heat from her body. Mira was seemingly alive. How did this happen, though? Henry didn't have time to put much stock into that question. He gasped as he felt the woman on top of it started to move.

Arousal built up in his loins as he looked at Mira in all her beautiful glory. And by the look on her face, the feeling seemed to be mutual. Mira was biting her lower lip as if in anticipation while looking down at the diaper boy. "Look at you, trying to hide from Mommy-Mira." Henry saw her hands come down to his diaper, and he watched as she slowly fiddled with his garment, "Normally, when you hide from us, it's because you are wet or messy," What did she mean by 'us'? Henry was confused by her statement but shuddered when he felt fingers touching his skin under the leak guards of his diaper. "Hmm, you haven't used your diapers yet. Now that won’t do. A diaper-boy like you should be using his diapers all the time."

The Death Knight lowered herself, keeping that smile on her face as she began to crawl on top of Henry slowly. She was like a cat lying on the stomach of her master, gazing at him with beautiful, mischief eyes of erotic intention. Henry took a deep breath as he felt her crotch on top of his padded cock and the feeling of her silk bra on his chest. The warmth from her body was now an unfamiliar presence to Henry, but he was growing to enjoy it quite a bit.

"Well," Mira was speaking now in an almost sing-song voice, "But I guess that means you won't be using your diaper anytime soon. Whatever shall I do with you in the meantime, my little man?" Her right hand was trailing down his bare chest, her index finger moving as if to be the guide for the appendage. As it slowly neared the top of his diaper, Mira kept speaking, "Maybe I can feed you. Or play with you. But what else could we do on this soft bed?" Her forehead was practically touching his, allowing Henry to feel hot breath upon his face. Henry stopped waiting and let himself kiss her. His lips and tongue confirmed that whatever happened to Mira had given her body heat again, seemingly, among other things. Mira gave a satisfied moan as the two of them briefly made out, but the Death Knight soon pulled back but not before she gently bit his bottom lip.

Henry hissed slightly in pain, but it wasn't any worse than what Atda had done to him in the past. He recalls reading about Orcs and their desire to "mark" their mates by biting and leaving hickeys. At least this time, the black-haired woman on top of him was reciprocating his love.

"Okay," Mira started again, "We are going to play a game." She announced with a devilish tone of amusement. Henry watched as her hands disappeared behind her back, and her tiny bra came undone. Those gorgeous breasts and titillating nipples came into full view, but he noticed that they looked a little different now. Were they bigger than before?

Mira's hands lowered again, and Henry's breathing shuddered as he felt them on the front of his diaper, "I'm going to take out that little peepee of yours, but I expect it to be a big peepee for the game we are going to play. We are going to play the Cummie-Yummies Game." That name sounded baffling and embarrassing all at once. He wanted to laugh at hearing Mira say such a thing, but all he could focus on was her face as she spoke.

"You are going to make mommy cum at least five times, and remember that's this many," She held up her hand as if Henry didn't know how to count to five, "And if you do exactly that, I'm going to let you have at my boobies." Mira pressed her tits together to emphasize the point, "But if you cum five times before I do, you don't get any Yummies."

Henry wasn't sure why losing this game would be so bad for him; what was the big deal if he couldn't suck on her tits? As Henry looked back at the pressed-together breasts, he finally noticed something that took his breath away.

There was milk leaking out of the nipples; Mira was lactating.

'Wha?! How?! When could she do that?!' His mind was abuzz with activity at witnessing such a glorious sight before him. Perhaps his magic had finally brought Mira back to full life and even caused her to react this way? Whatever the reason Henry wanted at her breasts as nothing else matters. His hands went up to grab her tits, but Mira slapped them away.

"No!" She sternly wagged a finger at him, "Bad baby! Mama feeds you when it's time and only if you win." Mira then grabbed his hands and placed them around her hips. "Honestly, such a greedy baby." Henry blushed but also marveled at how soft her skin was now. It felt as if she had put some more weight on her body. Had Mira somehow started eating food again? As he pondered this situation, he briefly heard the sound of one of his adhesive tapes pulled off and her grabbing the shaft of his erect cock.

"Ahh," Henry gasp aloud as he felt his erection now pressed in-between the buttcheeks of Mira and rubbing against her silk panties. "Oh, it's all nice and hard." She moaned seductively, "You love making us all happy, don't you?" The Death Knight shifted her body up, Henry's hands holding onto her hips as instructed, and now she was sitting on his cock and slowly moving her ass on it. "Are you going to put this in me?" She asked pointedly to him as he squirmed.

"Y-yes!" He was able to force out. His hands were starting to grasp more of her supple flesh as a reaction.

Mira gave a small smile, "And how many times are you going to make me cum?" She was now grinding against his cock, which was briefly peeking out from under her barely covered pussy.

"Five," Henry breathed out, "Five times!"

She nodded down at him, "And that's because of what game?"

Henry didn't respond, at least at first. He was too busy staring at her dribbling tits. His mouth was watering at the prospect of sucking from her breasts like a baby. The chance of tasting her milk danced across his mind. The thought of fucking her while still wearing his diaper gave him a brief sensory overlord, "Gah, cummies..."

As soon as Henry gurgled out that line, he lost control and felt himself starting to cum. A large string of thick cum shot out from his cock and landed across his stomach and lower torso.

"Oh dear," Mira smirked as she saw the cum lying on his stomach, "Off to a bad start, sweetie." Henry looked embarrassed and wanted to cry, but he soon watched as Mira repositioned herself slightly before lowering her head to his body. Henry watched with vivid fascination as Mira licked the cum off his body, leaving a trail of saliva as her tongue lapped and cleaned the remains of his seed. It took only twenty seconds to lick up the remains of humiliation.

She pulled back again with a smile, "Okay, let's try again, and this time if you need to cum, you gotta do it in me!" She finished with a smile as her hands went and moved aside the sole modesty covering her vagina. Henry saw her dripping slit and knew that she wanted to fuck badly.

"Now, one last time, what game are we playing? I want you to say it loud and proud like a good diaper-boy!"

Her enthusiasm got to Henry; he laughed and giggled before responding, "Cummies and Yummies!"

"That's a good boy!" Mira remarked as her hips went up, and she grabbed his cock. She slowly lowered herself onto his erect member, and a gasp of pleasure escaped from her throat. "Fuck, that feels so good."

Henry once again could only stare in awe of the woman that he found before him. A powerful, beautiful, and brave woman craved his love and body, mind, and soul. As Mira and Henry began their rather peculiar game, Henry could only think about how Mira was indeed a woman, unlike any other.

Mira hated to admit it, but the infantile designs on her diaper were starting to grow on her. Embarrassing as it was, something was alluring about their cute designs to her. It made her feel almost innocent again, at least in her mind. But for the Death Knight, it was odd to attribute the word "cute" to anything about her these days.

Growing up, Mira never really considered herself a "cutesy" type of girl. Her parents, at one point, held the belief that they had raised a tomboy. But Mira understood the power of attractiveness and looking adorable. As she grew wiser in the ways of women, it reflected slightly in how she acted and dressed. Even during her time in the military, she knew how to act and look cute. Mira's children were no exception to this, being dolled up in certain instances, mainly because the mother of two wanted her children to look the best. Mira couldn’t help it; her daughter looked so cute in her dresses! Her son could also look dashing but try as she might; he would always be a little boy in her eyes. And Connor never called her cute per se but rather assigned her cute nicknames like his "midnight star" or commented about how cute her "fancy" underwear looked sometimes.

She had enough dignity to admit that she liked lace, frills, and bows on her bras and panties. Connor liked them as well, so that was a bonus. A few times during Winter’s Veil and for her birthdays, her husband had been able to find custom shops that provided Mira with some exquisite underwear. Mira couldn’t help; she liked how it felt around her breasts, bottom, and pussy.

There was some cosmic irony in this situation now. As Mira noted in her mind as she waddled back towards the campsite. The crinkling from her diaper was giving her a constant reminder of what was around her waist. The feeling of it was also omnipresent. It felt like a small pillow in between her legs. The unusual sense of padding in the back as she patted it was odd. Sometimes she couldn't even feel her butt. The bulk in the front of it, well, she was trying not to think about it too much.

It was no wonder why these things were so embarrassing to wear as an adult. You couldn't hide or forget that you were wearing a diaper. And as Mira's mind drifted back to the infantile designs, those cute images that were growing on her, she knew it meant that you wouldn't forget you were in baby's diaper. It didn't make her a baby, but it made Mira feel like she was one.

"Well, at least I look cute." She muttered to herself as she arrived back at camp. Mira took steps to make sure that Henry was asleep before entering the cave nexus again. That rush of excitement at being caught was becoming a new thrill. Perhaps in a way, Mira was trying to enjoy such things with her new lease on life. Then again, maybe it was that magic Henry had access to. Either way, she wanted to explore at another point in time, but she still had to be the mommy in this situation. Her baby boy was still asleep, and she still had plenty of time before he woke up.

"First things first, I need to get my armor and weapons back." Soon she realized it would be time to leave the safety of the cave. That meant she'd have to be ready to protect Henry. Getting her equipment prepared was necessary, even if they were painful reminders of what she left behind and lost. Her two-hander was one such item that Mira wish she could discard, but something drew her back to it. Certainly not for sentimental value, but it was her only other weapon aside from her magic. Painful as it was to have those items, she needed to keep them both safe. But Mira couldn't stop the negative feelings that started welling up in her heart.

As if trying to distract her, Mira heard the sound of a small moan from Henry. As she looked over towards her sleeping baby boy, the desire to approach him grew. But as she took a few steps, the feeling of the diaper and the crinkling made her pause. The all-prevailing concern of him waking up and seeing her wearing the same type of diaper that he usually used made the Death Knights face heat up. But as those feelings of dread associated with her weapon and armor returned, Mira found herself prepared to face that embarrassment if it happened. Right now, though, Mira wanted to see her baby.

Making her way towards Henry, she smiled as she looked at the sleeping boy. He was gently sucking his pacifier while bundled up in his blankets. As the Death Knight kneeled, the crinkling from her diaper seemed so loud in her mind. Mira idly noticed how difficult it was to kneel like this because she couldn't close her legs all the way. If Henry opened his eyes right now, the first thing he'd see is another baby kneeling next to him.

'No, I am not a baby.' Mira repeated in her mind, 'I'm just a curious woman that took an experiment a little too far.'

Such thoughts aside, the Death Knights gently ran her left hand through Henry's hair. Just like she had done with her children, Mira found the gesture a soothing one, and it was working. Thoughts of dread and embarrassment drifted away in favor of a maternal calm as she knew her baby was safe and happy. It amazed her how Henry had such a calming effect on her. It couldn't be just the magic, but the fact that he was such a gentle and loving soul.

The promises that she made in her mind towards him came rushing back, and it filled her with determination. "Love you, Henry." The Death Knight whispered as she grabbed his pacifier and pulled it out. Lowering herself a little more, Mira put both her hands on his head and kissed Henry on the lips. She didn't care if this woke him up, but she needed to taste him, even just a little bit.

Henry did not wake up, though. Instead, he seemed to mumble something and just kept sleeping. Mira noticed that Henry must have been dreaming something fierce as she could see rapid eye movement under his eyelids. This observation caused Mira to giggle a little and made her wonder what a little boy like him liked to think about while he slept.

"I hope you have a sweet dream, Henry."

Leaving him to rest, Mira stood up and started walking towards the cave; she idly noticed that she forgot to put Henry's pacifier back in his mouth. "Shoot, I should give this back to him." As the Death Knight went to turn around, she noticed that the soother was covered in his saliva. Mira paused as she gazed down at the object in her hand.

Soon, another crazy thought entered her mind as she looked at the pacifier. 'Maybe I can try one of these out? It's not like I'm already wearing a diaper of all things. But, sucking on a pacifier and one that was just in Henry's mouth?' The idea of it being unhygienic briefly arrived in her mind and was promptly discarded. Mira had already tasted his seed many times. It was another concern of the embarrassment associated with having such a thing in her mouth.

When she had Landan, Mira's mother told her that a pacifier was used primarily as a soother for infants. But she also mentioned that it helped infants get used to the idea of suckling on mothers' breasts for milk whenever presented with a nipple. In Mira's mind, it would only further reinforce the notion that Mira was an adult-baby as well. Both help Mira calm down during tantrums or help get used to nursing from the breast again.

'Well, I've been a lot more emotional.' She thought to herself with some amusement. So the primary merit towards using a pacifier made a little sense to her. The second function, though, well, that was a little harder to swallow (nursing pun not intended.) It was another ludicrous idea that stuck in her mind, getting breastfed again.

"But I didn't think I'd wind up in diapers again either," Mira muttered aloud to herself, "So why would I getting breastfed being any more outrageous?" It would be another nail in the coffin that was her status not only as an adult but that as a mother. Going from having two of her babies at her breasts and then going back to drinking from breasts herself? The more she thought about it, the more it wanted to make her scream in confusion.

'I was never like this before, so where is this all coming from now? It has to be that magic.' She was arguing with herself as she stared back down at the pacifier in her hands. 'Still, it's not the worst fate to have in this world.' Mira stared down at the soother for a good minute or two before she licked her lips and slowly brought it up to her mouth.

On some whim, the Death Knight closed her eyes. Her mind was playing tricks on her, though, because the only image that was coming to Mira's mind was her watering mouth about to latch onto another woman's nipple. It was a very brief mental image, but it lasted long enough to make her mind associate a pacifier with it. Once it was in her mouth, though, her mind focused on the sensations that came with the object. The rubbery blub was a genuinely different texture to taste for the first time. Even more so when Mira sensed what felt like honey, milk, and Henry from the blub. Mira didn't know why, but it tasted good.

And that was when it hit her; she could taste it.

"Mhmm!" She gave a muttered moan of approval as she started to suck on the soother enthusiastically. Thoughts of breasts and nipples aside, Mira was tasting something, which, while not as divine as Henry's cum, was a decent alternative. When was the last time her taste buds perceived milk or honey? It was worth the embarrassment Mira felt at the moment. Standing in the middle of a cave, wearing a diaper and suckling from a pacifier that she took from her baby boy. Thoughts drifted towards her understanding of why Henry liked these things so much, but the fact that she could taste something on the nipple was a net gain.

'Okay, so I now need to find more time later to wear diapers and suck on this pacifier!' Mira was so happy about this development, even if it sent her further down this bizarre rabbit hole. 'Still not a baby, though, just very curious.' The black-haired beauty once again made sure that Henry couldn't ever find out. Mira already needed to try and figure this out and what exactly she wanted now. The image of her nursing from a breast returned to the forefront of her mind. But she instead replaced the confusing desire with a more ubiquitous one.

As Mira nosily sucked away on her pacifier, waddling in her thick diapers down this cave path, the Death Knight idly just imagined that she was sucking on Henry's cock. It was a decision made on a rather blunt premise; 'At least this way I won't feel as weird compared to thinking about suckling from another woman's breast. Goodness, when did I become such a pervert?' Her thoughts soon drifted to the rather deviant man in her care now.

The Death Knight sighed in realization, 'Right, that's why. Well, it really could be a lot worse.' Mira ended that thought as she crinkled her way towards her armor, suckling loudly from the pacifier she had taken from her sleeping baby.

'I hope he's still asleep when I get back there.'

As she made her way down, she briefly hoped that he was having a restful sleep, at least.

"Come on, baby, make me cum again!" Mira exclaimed as she rode Henry's cock, "Do it for mommy!" The sound smacking flesh was so pervasive in the room now that Henry was having trouble concentrating on another sound. His mind and body focused on one thing, and that was getting Mira to cum. The sex was a battle like no other in his experiences of sex so far.

But it was a battle that he was losing. It was terrible, awful even. The end was near, and Henry was running out of time and stamina. He was losing this game, which would mean not getting to suck from Mira's leaking breasts. No matter how hard he tried to stop himself from cumming, he couldn't stop. Mira wasn't usually this feisty or aggressive in her lovemaking, but she had already made Henry cum three more times within the span of, well, Henry wasn't sure how long they had been having sex. His sense of time was seemingly gone. All he could focus on was the sex or the prize of drinking from Mira's tits. His body was starting to run out of steam, though, and he was aware of how used it was now.

His crotch was slick with his and Mira's fluids now, and Henry was sure that his diaper was making sure to catch any of the juices from the loving making less they stain the bedding. The adult baby's hands were still tightly gripping the Death Knights hips, and he was sure that Mira would have an imprint in them by the end of the day. The fresh air felt great on his hot and sweaty skin, and Henry was keenly aware that his heart was pounding like crazy. His mind was having trouble focusing on everything around him. He would see green, yellow, and gold tints to everything around him, and his words would slur.

"Guh, bahh, gaa," Henry's speech would devolve into full baby mode before shifting to normal for a few seconds, "Mama!"

Mira's back arched slightly, "Ahh, fuck yes!" Henry felt her hot flesh clench around his cock, and he did what he could to resist the urge to cum as well. He could make out several lines of milk dribble from her tits each time this happened. Henry knew that she was full of milk, begging for a release. He had to win this game.

"One more time," Mira hissed out with a smug grin, "Make Mommy-Mira cum one more time, and you get my delicious yummies. Can you do that?"

There was no response from Henry. All he wanted to do was win now and increased his tempo of thrusting into her. The finishing line was right at the end, and there was no way he could screw this up now. After what felt like an eternity of sex, Mira spoke up one more time and did something unforgettable.

"Make me cum, Henry. Otherwise, mama will have to do something about all this delicious milk she has in her boobies. Maybe take a drink herself." He watched as she brought up her right breast, and this action reminded Henry about how big her tits were now. And with its puffy elongated nipple that was leaking milk, it made him almost stop fucking as he watched her lips latch on it to it. "Mhmm," Was all he heard as he watched Mira drink her breast milk.

It was just too much for him. He had never, in his entire life, seen something erotic and cute from the Death Knight. Henry barely had time to register the orgasm when it hit him. His body shuddered almost violently as he came one last time inside Mira. The adult baby's labored breaths and his still body betrayed what had just happened.

His lover, mouth now free of her milky tit, feigned shocked as she looked down at Henry, "You didn't!" She laughed when Henry could only blush and looked ready to cry at his defeat, "You did!"

"It's not fair!" Henry exclaimed aloud, "You made me cum before we even started the game!"

Mira laughed for a few more seconds before speaking again, "And I didn't get my last orgasm, so I guess we are both losers. But oh well, no Cummies for me means no Yummies for you."

Henry gapped as he watched Mira pull herself off his cock and tried not to gaze at the sticky mess they left on each other's crotches. Henry briefly noticed that the Death Knight didn't seem to care that as he moved the front of the panties back over her folds, which they were starting to stain from their respective fluids leaking out of her. Perhaps in a different point of time, Henry would've enjoyed the sight. No, all he could focus on was the loss of a chance to breastfeed from the black-haired beauty, "Mira, please! I want some milk!"

"Hmm," The Death Knight was considering his request as she fastened the tapes again on Henry's diaper, "Nope!" The denial was so dismissive and lackadaisical it caused Henry to stare angrily towards Mira. He didn't know whether to cry, shout, or throw a tantrum. Mira laughed harder upon seeing the angry look directed towards her, "Oh, someone is upset!"

Before Henry could perhaps dignify that response, he heard a small knocking come from the door. "Huh?" Henry asked aloud, his anger seeming to disappear in confusion, "Who-who else is here?"

Mira ignored his question and just looked towards the door, "Come in!" Henry panicked for a few seconds at the thought of someone else coming into a room that smelled like sex with a topless Mira fixing his diaper. Embarrassment welled up in Henry but seeing that Mira was okay with whoever was about to enter made him feel just a tiny bit better.

As the door opened, Henry was surprised to see no one standing in the open doorway. A brief second of confusion passed before he lowered his eyes and saw someone that he had not expected to see at all.

"T-T-Tixi?!" He exclaimed aloud in shock and joy as the familiar goblin girl entered the room. It had been over a month since he had last seen her, and a rush of memories flooded his mind as his first lover and playmate waddled into the room.

The goblin seemed surprised at the outburst but quickly recovered, "Morning Henry!" The goblin baby-girl greeted him with a lovely smile and with a high-pitch lisp. She was still the same last time he saw her, with Tixi's beautiful brunette with hair that flowed down to her shoulders and unrestrained. Her adorable heart-shaped face looked at Henry with two golden eyes and cute freckles. Henry felt a strong desire to grab Tixi, to hug and kiss her. However, his arousal upon seeing her state of the dress made Henry gaze with unabashed passion and wonderment.

The first thing he noticed was the bonnet on her head, a pink and white one that covered the top of her flowing hair and provided a little flap to protect her eyes from the sunlight. Dressed in a thick blue and green onesie that hugged her body perfectly, Tixi looked every part of a big-baby. The onesie seemed made of silk and fleece, likely custom and expensive. An added accessory for the infantile garb included a pink pacifier pinned to the front of it. The piece that tied this entire infantile ensemble together was the white diaper with pink and gold trim that was straining against the crotch of the onesie. It was thick and wet, indicating that it was a nighttime diaper.

"Good morning, mommy!" Tixi greeted Mira with the same enthusiasm that she gave Henry as she waddled over to their bed.

Henry was now confused as he watched the goblin approach their bed, 'Wait, when did Tixi meet Mira?'

The Death Knight, still with breasts exposed, helped pull Tixi up on the bed, "Good morning, Tixi. Did you have a nice sleepy-time?"

The goblin nodded with the passion only a toddler could have, "Yes. I dreamed dat Henry and I went on ay grown-up date! We were still in diapies, but we had grown up clothes! I was wearing a gorgeous dress!" Henry couldn't help but feel his heart stop as he watched her bounce up and down on the bed as she spoke. It was too cute to watch.

"Wow, and I bet Henry made sure to give you lots of kisses and hugs for this date," Mira responded with amused patience as the goblin explained her dream.

Tixi blushed and nodded with a girlish giggle, "Henry and I played an adult game in bed as well!" Henry looked away and coughed at the devilish look he received from Mira. The Death Knight turned back and nodded again, "Aww, well, I'm happy to hear you had a nice dream."

It seemed once Tixi was finished going over her dream, she noticed the state of undress of both Henry and Mira, "Were you feeding Henry?"

Mira nodded, "I was going too, but he lost our game of Cummies for Yummies." This acknowledgment of his failings caused both of them to start laughing as if enjoying a small inside joke between one other. Henry grumbled and looked away from them both, pouting all the same.

Once they calmed down, Tixi spoke up, "Then can I please have some milkies?"

"Of course, sweetie."

Henry turned his head back around and looked at Mira with a look of betrayal, "Hey, how come you'll breastfeed Tixi with no issue, but I have to win some sex game to get the same results?"

Tixi and Mira looked at each other before proceeding to laugh at Henry's question. Mira recovered first this time and spoke, "Sweetie, you know these are the rules when it comes to anything we do with you!"

"Yeah," Tixi chimed in again, "Just because you are too much of a baby doesn't mean you can be a sore loser!" Said the Goblin as she crinkled in her soaked diaper and smirked at Henry. All he could do was pout again and cross his arms.

The brunette seemed to take pity on him, though, "Mommy, I don't want Henry to feel left out, though. Can he drink next to me?" That caught the baby boys' attention, and he was now looking quite grateful towards Tixi.

Mira, on the other hand, was considering it, "I don't know. Henry, you are supposed to be a big boy, but he failed such a baby game." Both of them smirked and looked at Henry, "Does that mean you are a baby, Henry?"

"Yes!" Henry didn't hesitate; he just wanted a chance to suck at Mira's breasts and voiced those concerns, “I want Mama's titty milk! I need it because I'm a big baby!" Henry was willing to say anything at this point. Mira and Tixi started laughing now, so much so that Henry suspected that the goblin was wetting herself now.

Tixi spoke up first, "Henry's so cute!"

"But so vulgar and needy!" Mira remarked as she pressed her breasts forward and leaned towards Henry, "Is the big baby so desperate for milkies that he'll say anything? He's so easy to control, you should be careful, or a mean woman will kidnap you." The Death Knight was teasing Henry with her baby-talk.

Tixi seemed excited now, "Oh! That's what happened with Atda and Henry before she became a baby anyway." The goblin was eager to remind Henry of that embarrassing first meeting to him, "Remember that, Henry?"

"...Yes, I do." Henry's face was stuck on its default redness as he dealt with the storm of teasing, "Can I please have milkies, though?"

Once again, his playmate came to his aid, "I don't want Henry to miss out, especially because he might start crying, and that's no fun." Tixi spoke with certainty and which in turn resulted in Mira ruffling her hair playfully. It was, in a way, amazing to see how much Mira was dotting on Tixi. They both seemed quite happy with one another.

"Very well," Mira complied with the goblin's request, which caused a small cheer from both Tixi and Henry. The Death Knight shook her head but smiled at the display from the two of them, "It's so cute watching you two." She remarked before she repositioned herself near the head of the bed. The two adult-babies watched as Mira propped herself up with her back against the bed frame before gesturing at her lap, "Tixi, you first. Just pick whatever breast you'd like to nurse from, and we'll go from there."

The green-skinned mage didn't say anything as she crawled over. Henry could see this was going to be slightly awkward for Mira due to the size difference between a human male and a goblin female. However, he watched as Mira moved her left arm to support Tixi's bottom, and thus most of her weight, on the appendage. 'Right, Mira's a lot stronger than a regular woman.' The small feat reminded Henry of the power the Death Knight had in her body as she held the goblin in one arm.

Tixi didn't wait much longer after that, her mouth eagerly wrapping around the offered, leaking nipple like she had done this already. Then again, maybe Tixi had learned from watching Henry at some point. Regardless, the goblin was noisily slurping away at the offered milk, and Henry felt his arousal increase as he heard the little noises that Tixi was making as she happily suckled at Mira's breast. It was an adorable sight as well, as the goblin had both her hands on Mira's chest as if to support herself. Her padded rear was also slightly shaking back and forth as Tixi gorged on what Henry assumed to be a delicious taste of milk.

He couldn't take it anymore. Henry crawled over and positioned himself as best he could in this right crowded space. He heard a brief "oof" from Mira as Henry straddled her right leg, his padded crotch rubbing against her well-toned leg. He felt Mira's other free arm wrap around his waist, bring his head closer to her leaking nipple. Henry didn't wait much longer and eagerly latched his lips around it like his fellow diapered companion had done and started sucking.

The milk wasn't as creamy as Valrah's, it was also quite cold compared to hers, but it had a unique richness. In his entire adult-baby life, years of suckling from other breasts, Henry couldn't recall ever tasting vanilla from one of them. It was delicious; it was divine even. There was no way this was natural; otherwise, Henry doubts that Mira's children would have stopped nursing.

'I don't know how this is possible, but if I somehow magic this up, I might have done the greatest thing ever.' Henry was over the moon in delight at this development. Never in his entire life would he have expected to taste something like this before. A part of him wondered if there were ways to make different flavors appear in Mira's breastmilk. Henry's mind was unable to recognize anything else at this moment. Well, save for the expanding warmth at the front of his diaper.

"Oh, mama feels another wet diaper." Mira giggled, and Henry figured that Tixi must have wet herself as well as they both gorged on breastmilk. Henry could feel Tixi's body right next to him, and it reminded him of how long it had been since he shared a pair of breasts with another baby. The matrons at the orphanage stopped that practice when he was around five due to the confusion it had generated among the other kids. A few were trying to get back on the breasts of the wetnurses when they saw Henry still at it. That was probably around the time he was genuinely considered as just Baby Henry.

'Hmm, moments like these do remind me that I am a baby at heart.' Henry told himself as he looked over at Tixi and saw the goblin lost in a babyish, pleasured induced haze. Her eyes were clouded over, but he saw a look of ease and relaxation he didn't think he'd ever see in another person. A trail of drool and milk had slid down her chin, but she didn't seem to care.

He didn't care either, only that he and Tixi were in this moment together with Mira. It reminded Henry of his time spent with Valrah, but he'd never got to share it with someone else. He had lovers and caretakers and playmates, but never something like this moment. It felt good, real good.

These instances reminded him of who he was, and Henry savored it.

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So yeah, more to come.

Posterchina · April 20, 2021

Chapter 15, Part Two

Mira was learning to enjoy the little things when it came to all this adult-baby stuff. Sure, she seriously enjoyed the mommy aspects of it, but the baby side continued to be a rather fun exploration. It was certainly taking her mind off darker thoughts for sure. There was the embarrassment, the taboo of it all, but also the comfort and security. Plus, there was the cuteness of it all and the little contrasts.

Upon finding her discarded weapon and armor, Mira started to don the more cumbersome pieces. It would be far easier to transport the little sections such as her greaves, gauntlets, and weapon than the helmet, shoulders, and chest piece. This inventory juggling wasn't the first, or probably, last time Mira would have to awkwardly need to carry certain armor pieces while wearing the rest.

But what this moment so awkward was the puffy diaper she was wearing. As she prepared to move out, Mira figured out just how ridiculous she looked at this moment. Adorned across her upper body was armor made from the blood of an Old God, forged in witchfire heated foundries by undead smiths, and adorned with runes and enchantments of the darkest magics. Each section was dark as midnight coloring and adorned with fear-provoking symbols of the Scourage. The helmets terrifying visage was the last thing many had seen before Mira ended their life. Now the helmet's faceplate was up, allowing anyone to see Mira sucking on a pacifier with a small smile on her face.

The Death Knight glanced down, seeing the exposed diaper still tapped around her waist as well. The stark contrast was perhaps one of the more absurd things she could imagine anyone seeing at this moment. For the most part, she felt silly and a little small, but also giddy and amused. No wonder Henry found this all so amusing sometimes; it was like playing a game. All things considered, though, it was a rather embarrassing one. The thought of someone seeing her now would have resulted in the Death Knight doing who knows. For someone like Henry, he might have just taken it and perhaps even reveled in the humiliation. Though Mira wondered if this was something Henry felt all the time, having to be two things at once.

Such thoughts plagued Mira as she made her way back to the camp. Mira wondered what exactly she was hoping to get out of this now. And what did this all mean for her in the long run? It had become increasingly difficult to rationalize the enjoyment she was feeling, the rush of exposing herself, and how content she was in these moments. It wasn't wrong for her to enjoy any of this, no more than it was for Henry to do so.

'In a way, the silliness is helping me.' It was a gentle reminder of the woman she used to be at one point. Mira could recall how she and Connor used to do a few silly things while on their dates. Sometimes they were romantically or sexually designed, but other times it was the two of them just being young-lovers. 'By the Light, didn't I use to do all sorts of crazy things?' The Death Knight could recall memories of her getting drunk with comrades, playing games to pass the time during their time stuck in the barracks, or merely doing stupid shit for the sake of killing time. For soldiers like her, boredom was a real killer, and even she could remember all the outrageous or sometimes illegal pranks she and her friends pulled off during her first year.

'When was the last time I just did something because it felt fun?' Her thoughts drifted to a smiling Henry, and Mira remembered all the fun they had in the last three days. But walking around in a diaper, sucking on a pacifier, and masturbating with said diaper was something new entirely. But it wasn't that bad, and maybe it wasn't something to feel any shame about either. Though, Mira once again reaffirmed to herself that Henry could never know about this development.

So as Mira continued waddling towards the camp, she tried to enjoy the silliness. 'Nothing wrong with being silly as a death knight; it's not like I had a choice in the matter. And sure, my lower half is covered in a diaper, but who cares? No one is around to see me. So who cares if I look like a baby? I'm enjoying myself.'

It was almost comically in her mind, the scary and dangerous Death Knight walking around with a baby's diaper fully exposed and sucking from a pacifier. Mira never imagined how much her life would change in just four days. Before she met Henry, she was practically mute, never smiling or laughing or showing any emotion, and moved through the world like a ghost. Always quiet, never seen, and never heard. Truly dead to the world by her admission.

'I don't need to be that anymore.' Mira paused as she considered those words, 'I am a reborn, free to do whatever I want now.'

The Death Knight smiled to herself and imagined herself now fully into this particular role she had designated for herself. She was not an adult-baby; at least, she kept telling herself that. Instead, she thought herself a woman with infantile tendencies and was openly, almost proudly, flaunting them now. Denial was a strong motivator in this instance, but Mira was undeterred from her train of thought.

'The big-bag death knight, walking in her baby diapers and with a pacifier in her mouth!' The loud crinkling of her diaper and noisy suckling on her pacifier drowned out even the clinking and clanging of her armor. Mira focused on it, letting it drown out her uncertainties and fears. Something was liberating about this feeling of infantile embarrassment and taboo.

Finally, arriving back at the camp, though, her thoughts drifted back to reality as she carefully and quietly set down her armor and weapon. Henry, was of course, still asleep and out like a light. His deep sleep allowed for Mira to take off her protective garb, although the Death Knight kept glancing over at him all the same. Once again, clad in just her diaper, Mira was considering what to do next. It was still several hours before sunrise, giving her a lot of free time.

Mira spent an hour just sitting near Henry, watching him sleep, and touching some part of him every so often. Every time she did so, it brought a jolt of excitement to her. The Death Knight knew that she couldn't let him see her in a diaper of all things. Mira was his new mother, after all. But the thought of slowly opening his eyes, looking up to see her clad in a thick diaper, and seeing her as nothing more than another baby became quite arousing.

'It can't be...' Mira thought to herself with some surprise, 'I'm aroused at being humiliated by Henry more than anything else?' A slight shiver went down her spine again, 'I'm such a naughty, dirty girl.' The words drifted to her mind quickly enough, and Mira was shocked at how easy it came to. She started suckling from her pacifier again, hoping the taste would counter the "disturbing" thoughts in her mind. The feeling of milk and honey helped bring her fantasies under control. But it was also left a nagging sensation at the back of her mind, a familiar one at that.

'Hmm, I wish I could fill my stomach with something.' Mira grimaced at knowing that such a feat was impossible now. She hadn't told the full truth to Henry about her lack of drinking or eating. Not only did all food and drink taste like ash in her mouth, but she also couldn't keep anything in her stomach. The first few months for any Death Knight is a hellish one, but moving through life, having a feeling of an empty stomach, was a truly awful experience. The Death Knight felt no hunger pains, and her stomach never grumbled. Then again, that was likely because it didn't work anymore. Like so many other freed Death Knights, Mira tried to find some means to give them the ability to savor and ingest food and drink. More than a few had learned that it was possible to simulate the effects of eating and drinking, gaining their benefits in some form or another, but it wasn't the same thing.

To go through years without knowing the taste of food or the feeling of a full stomach was something that Mira never wished on anyone. As Mira glanced down at Henry again, she smiled, knowing that diaper-bag of his was able to produce food and milk for him if he needed it. The magic of the diaper-bag was beyond anything that Mira had known about, even more so when the Death Knight considered its abilities to give simple objects magical properties. She briefly thought about her pacifier, and then an idea hit her with the force of an Abominations swing.

'Is it possible that the food this diaper-bag could allow me to ingest something?' The bag seemed to have a healing focus when it came to its magic, so much so that it might give Henry healing fluids. Then again, that might have been because of something in Henry that allowed for the magic to work. Still, the idea that this bag could produce food or liquids that she could savor and keep down was a high possibility.

The diapered mother waddled over to the magic item in question and grabbed hold of it. 'I'll take anything at this point,' Mira thought to herself as she honed her thoughts towards visions of food and drink, allowing her magic to flow through the bag. There was a brief feeling of a magic pulse rippling through her hands, but it stopped within a second. Opening the bag, Mira looked down and saw three perfectly centered baby-bottles full of milk among all the other items.

Mira stared down at the three items in question, and her face started to heat up again, "Really?" She asked aloud and then quieted down to not wake Henry. 'I mean, fine. This thing doesn't produce any adult food, so it'd give me baby food or milk in this case.' It was another creeping thought that entered into her mind; she wasn't going to nurse from a baby bottle now? The Death Knight did not need to do this at all. Mira had learned to live with the feeling of an eternal emptiness in her gut, and it wasn't like she couldn't just enjoy the taste of Henry's seed.

'But is this the point where I draw the line?' She looked down at the diaper with its infantile designs as she suckled on a pacifier, 'Honestly, I've gone this far; what's one more embarrassing act?' Still, Mira was running out of excuses. Just how far she was going to take all of this experimentation? Pushing such thoughts aside, Mira reached down and grabbed one of the glass baby bottles. Like the ones she fed Henry with it, the feeling of cold glass in her hands went unnoticed. The Death Knight could feel the weight of the bottle's contents and heard it slush around as Mira shook it on instinct. Opting to grab the other two, Mira needed to figure out where she would test her experiment.

Looking back towards Henry, Mira bit her lower lip as she considered drinking the bottle right next to Henry, but she snuffed out that humiliating thought. Instead, Mira would head towards where she put her diaper on and just enjoy her first-ever post Death Knight drink.

'Okay, I'm wearing a diaper, suckling on a pacifier, and about to drink from a bottle. Nothing wrong with that, just testing out something that could be extremely beneficial to me.' Mira mentally reminded herself that there was a chance that she could do something that no other Death Knight had done so far, enjoying one of life's greatest pleasures. As she sat down on her padded rear, she glanced at the baby bottle more intently, especially the rubber nipple.

She pulled out of her pacifier and compared the rubber teat on the soother to one of the bottles. They were similar but also quite different in some ways. The bottle's nipple looked more like a real breast nipple. Mira even brought it up to her actual right nipple and found the rubber teat was a lot more elongated and thick, perhaps to simulate the look of a woman that was lactating. The former mother of two could remember how full and swollen her nipples and how her areola darkened. Connor said she looked beautiful, but Mira felt she was carrying two small wineskins on her chest when her babies didn't feed.

Once again, the mental image of Mira suckling from the breast of another woman entered her mind. She never had a sexual attraction to women, but Mira had learned to appreciate beautiful women all the same. The reminder that perhaps she was just a baby and getting breastfed was normal cropped up as well.

'No, not a baby.' Mira forcefully reminded herself and then, with great willpower, opened her mouth and put the nipple in her mouth. Unlike the pacifier, she only felt rubber in her mouth as she tried to suckle from the bottle teat. But no milk came out of it. 'What am I doing wrong?' Mira tried again, and one could hear the sounds of suckling. The Death Knight tried her best, but there wasn't anything coming out. It hit with her some amusement; she needed to position herself so that the milk would flow down the nipple.

'Right, that's how you feed a baby most of the time.' She was embarrassed that she forgot such a simple instruction, 'Well, I'm on the receiving end this time around.'

Mira laid down on the small blanket and then repositioned the bottle, hanging it above her head with both hands. The Death Knight saw a small trickle of milk start to trickle out, "Here goes nothing." She muttered aloud as she brought the nipple down and latched her lips around the rubber teat, and started to suckle.

Now the milk flowed as she nursed from the bottle, and for her efforts, rewarded Mira with a delicious taste. After nearly nine years of not tasting anything of substance, now a rich and creamy flavor danced across her tongue. 'Light, it's so good!' She thought to herself as she giggled and gave a very Henry-like gurgle of pleasure. Mira didn't even realize that she was briefly kicking her legs in joy as she swallowed the first gulps of milk. At this point, Mira could feel the fluid traveling down her throat, just like Henry's seed, and felt an almost calming sensation start to form in her stomach. Her gulps were now loud things, but intermittent between her constantly suckling. She had seen Henry guzzle down milk like nothing else, and not it made sense. It was likely due to how the bottle was giving her. About as much as she was willing to nurse from, quite a lot in this case.

Closing her eyes, Mira felt at ease. It wasn't the same as being embraced by Henry, either for cuddling or post-coitus, as this feeling lacked warmth and security, but it felt nice. Still, something was quite odd now a. That familiar feeling in the back of her mind was coming back soon, as she visualized herself in a position that she had only recently put Henry in for fun.

'It's almost like...like I'm at my mother's breast again!' Now it was impossible to get the visual out of her mind because it wasn't just some fantasy in her head but a very distant but positive memory. How exactly did she recall such a thing, though? Henry perhaps could recall such infantile memories due to a constant reinforcement of his long-term infancy, but that didn't explain why Mira would have such memories. As she greedily sucked down the milk, her mind pictured her mother holding her again and gently stroking her hair as Mira nursed from her breast. Her mother had always been a beautiful woman, and she had always been one to comfort the Death Knight, whether it was through acts of maternal affection like this or just through matronly wisdom.

So while she nursed, pretending to be a baby in her mother's arms again, the core of the memory surfaced fully. Once upon a time, Mira had expressed concern over getting her son off breastmilk and mentioned that it wouldn't do well for him to be at her breast past the first year. Mira then asked a rather innocent question, how her mother stopped her from drinking at her chest before the end of her first year. Her mother gave her the most peculiar look and laughed. When Mira asked what was so funny, her mother explained quite bluntly and with some fond amusement of weaning Mira.

"Sweet girl, you don't remember? You were at my breast until you were four and drinking from bottles until you were nearly six! Your father and I thought it was adorable, and to be honest, I never minded you doing it for that long. It was always our special moment together, but I'm sad to hear you'd forgotten those times together."

The shock and embarrassment were too much, and Mira went silent as her face burned. Luckily, they heard the cries from Landan, and this spared Mira from further humiliation at her mother's "fond memories," allowing her to excuse herself with some dignity. Nothing else came from it, and the former sergeant suppressed such memories. It didn't matter anymore; she was a mother herself and chalked it up to something only children would do or enjoy. But she was a soldier, a wife, a mother, and a woman now. She would never be her mother's little girl again.

Now though, she had a fuzzy recollection of those memories her mother mentioned. Back when she was a small child protected and loved by her mother, Mira regretted forgetting such moments. Memories of shared intimacy only a mother and child could have. 'Oh, mommy, I miss you so much...' It was another regret to add to the pile, but Mira's thoughts were still quite happy this time. The warm feeling in her stomach, the taste of fresh milk in her mouth, the comforting feeling of her diaper, and imaging herself as her mother's baby again allowed for Mira to let go of worldly concerns. If just for a moment anyway. Her thoughts would drift back to Henry, resulting in Mira once again thanking whatever Gods brought him into her second chance of life.

Time passed, and soon enough, the bottle that Mira was nursing from went empty. The Death Knight came out of her milky haze for just a second. The first thing she noticed was the lingering taste of milk and the feeling of her stomach having something sitting in it. She felt great in a way that was different from having sex with Henry. Mira also noticed there was some milky spittle around her lips. What would've been an otherwise embarrassing realization left her mind as her desire to enjoy this feeling was still active.

So Mira grabbed another full bottle and lay back down as she went back to suckling from it. Closing her eyes once again, Mira imagined being held in her mothers' arms as she gulped down mouthful after mouthful of delicious milk. 'This is so strange, but I feel so good and happy!' Some part of her wanted Henry to enjoy this moment with her, while the other was just happy that he was sound asleep. Mira was losing track of time, and before she knew it, the Death Knight drained the second bottle as well. Her stomach was feeling quite full now, but she wanted her belly to be stuffed entirely with milk.

'Just a little more...' Mira's body was now having to adjust to the sensation of a full stomach after so many years. Her body still felt great, and oddly enough, she felt something else that caused her to stop in her tracks. She felt tired, like she wanted to sleep. But this was another impossibility. A Death Knight was unable to sleep. They could be rendered unconscious, but none of them ever had fallen asleep. The Lich King warped their bodies to keep them alert and active and unable to escape the Lich Kings control even in the realm of dreams.

'I can feel emotions again. I can taste things; I can eat things, and maybe even sleep now?' Mira felt overwhelmed by all of this information. Tears of joy started to well up in her eyes, and when she looked over at Henry, she knew it was because of his magic. Maybe it was just the diaper-bag, but Henry had started it all for her. Her chance at a second life was because of him. 'It's all because of you, my sweet baby boy! I love you so much, Henry, thank you!' She wondered if Henry could genuinely fathom how much he had given back to her. Perhaps she was making a big fool of herself now, but gaining all of this back was worth becoming nothing more than a big baby.

'What's the point of being alive if I'm alone and unable to feel anything? I'd have been better off dead. No, this is worth any indignity or humiliation I suffer.' Mira then grabbed the third baby-bottle, but before she started suckling, she stopped. Realizing that if she finished this bottle, she'd likely be ready to fall asleep. The Death Knight didn't want to do it here, away from the only person in this world that loved her now.

As she stood up, it felt like Mira was in a drunken haze. Her body was now attempting to remember how to fall asleep. And this resulted in exhaustion that almost caused her to collapse to her knees. In a more harmless turn of events, a yawn escaped her lips, and her muscles were starting to loosen up. Though she was now sleepy, Mira felt quite right. The thought of Henry's warm body cuddling up next to her drew her mind to finishing her last bottle off right next to him.

'If he wakes up at all, he'll see me like this, and he'll only see me as a baby. I don't know if I'm ready for it, but I'll do it regardless.' As Mira walked over, it seemed like her diaper's crinkling plastic echoed throughout the campsite. The Death Knight didn't care, though, now too caught up in the happy emotions, infantile fantasy, and the once-forgotten desire to sleep overcome the screaming voice of reason in her mind.

Henry didn't wake up, even as Mira lay down next to him. She gave him a curious look before looking up towards the ceiling deep in thought, 'It's okay if he sees me like this, I'll accept it. I'm his slave, and I'll be whatever he wants me to be. He's given me so much back, so I'll be happy either way.' Mira's left hand idly gripped the front of her still dry diaper, and her left grabbed the third bottle. Bringing its plastic nipple to her lips, Mira began to gently suckle from it as the hand on the front of her diaper started to press into its thick padding.

'I'm such a naughty girl,' Mira's sleepy and horny mind began to chant as she drank the milk and worked her clit. As she closed her eyes, she imagined it was Henry feeding the Death Knight from a bottle while her mother looked over his shoulders, applauding him for taking such good care of her daughter. As she gulped the delicious milk, she felt her loins starting to grow warm. Her stomach was also feeling quite full now, the warmth from the milk spreading across her body. The feeling of Henry right next to Mira and the chance of him waking up added another thrill to this experience, which further drover her masturbation.

The build-up of pleasure was too much for her, and Mira soon felt the need to cum. Her mind no longer saw Henry feeding her a bottle, but instead, Mira saw herself sucking his cock. Her diapered rear up in the air as she happily sucked him off. Mira didn't consider these thoughts that of some whore. Instead of those for a woman that was pleasing a man she loved. Or akin to one worshiping her savior. Whatever the reason, Mira felt like she was on a cloud.

"Mmm!" She moaned behind her bottle as she ground her finger into the crinkling plastic, reminded herself that masturbating through a diaper was a fun experience. The need to cum was compelling, and Mira could no longer think about anything other than cumming into her diaper and the fantasy of swallowing Henry's "milk" down her throat.

Once the Death Knight suckled the last drop of milk out of her bottle, Mira finally came. She bit back a small yell of pleasure, opting to bite down on the bottle as she imagined Henry finished cumming into her mouth and feeling up her diapered bottom. Her body shuddered and shivered all at once. For a few seconds, Mira's mind nearly blanked as pleasure, exhaustion, and the post-orgasmic bliss settled into her mind and body. Finally, Mira stopped shaking and lay there, dropping the bottle and letting it gently roll to the side of the shared bedroll.

The Death Knight felt full for the first time in over eight years. Her stomach could handle no more milk, and Mira felt her body tingle. Everything was quiet in the cave now, saving for the gentle breathing of Henry. Her mind focused on what she had just done, again, and wondered how truly perverted she was now.

As if to break the silence, though, a rather humorous event suddenly played out. A rather peculiar feeling welled up from Mira's stomach, and at first, she felt concerned. The Death Knight feared if she was going to vomit out all the milk suddenly. However, instead of feeling disgusting-tasting bile in her throat, Mira instead let out a rather wet burp, which echoed throughout the cave for about three seconds.

Silence returned, and Mira, who covered her mouth in embarrassment and shocked, quickly turned over to see if Henry had awoken from it. He was still sound asleep, though.

A few more seconds of silence passed before Mira starting chuckle, which caused her hands to remain on her mouth to keep the sound muffled. 'Did I just really do that?!' She was giddy with embarrassment and excitement, 'I haven't belched like that since Connor, and I got drunk in Andorhal during that Harvests Festival.' Mira also could recall throwing up after the fifth or sixth beer stein as well. Those were good memories and ones that she was happy to remember now.

Now the desire to sleep had returned and in full effect now. Mira felt her eyelids growing heavy, and her body felt sluggish now. The Death Knight felt tired for the first time in so many years. Another yawn escaped her lips, and Mira keenly felt the remains of the milk around them as well. Now was the perfect time to sleep, right next to her sleeping lover, her baby boy. Her tired mind tried one last time to warn her that Henry would almost wake up to see her dressed as a baby if she did this.

'I don't care anymore.' Mira told herself as she positioned herself to spoon Henry. Pulling the blanket on top of them both, even though Henry was wearing several layers, the black-haired beauty wrapped her hands around his sleeping body. 'If he wakes up and sees me in a diaper, we'll go from there. I don't mind it. I still don't know what I am doing with all of this, but I feel happy.'

Cuddling up next to Henry, Mira was happy to feel his body heat even through all the blankets. There was also the rather strange feeling of lying on her side while wearing such a thick diaper. 'Goodness, how does Henry sleep like this? And with double the diapers too?!' Mira had the experience of sleeping in awkward positions as a soldier, but her current choice of underwear had made this a rather novel occurrence.

There was another yawn from Mira as she closed her eyes, 'Well, I'm sure it won't be too much of an issue.' Before she entirely drifted to sleep, Mira whispered something to Henry, "Thank you, Henry." Mira then gently nuzzled her face into his back. Images of her parents, children, Connor, and Henry, drifted into her mind as she finally succumbed to a peaceful sleep for the first time in a long time.

'Come on; there has to be some more milk!' Henry's mind internally wailed in despair as he suckled on Mira's breasts in hopes of getting some more of her delicious milk. To his side, he could hear a small whine from Tixi as well. Both babies had opened their eyes again and were looking up at Mira with pleading eyes. The goblin was also fidgeting in Mira's lap.

Their surrogate mother, however, gave them an apologetic look, "Sorry, you two, looks like that's all the milk I had." Henry groaned and felt ready to throw a tantrum. He had missed on both breasts because he couldn't win some stupid game, what a load of shit. But before he could attempt to make an annoying argument, he heard something that drew his attention towards Tixi; it was a muffled fart of all things.

This sound drew Mira's attention, and she glanced over at the fidgeting goblin, "Tixi, honey, do you need to make poopies?" Her tone was gentle, but Henry knew from experience there was a bit of teasing in it as well. Tixi seemed to realize this as well, as Henry saw her face start to turn a light shade of red on her cheeks. Both Mira and Henry watched as she shied away from the attention, trying in vain to cover up her wet diaper. Honestly, though, Henry was surprised to hear that Tixi might have some control over such a thing; he'd have figured she was utterly incontinent now.

"No!" The little green mage exclaimed loudly before another smothered gust of flatulence escaped from her covered rear. She blushed a little harder now, and Henry couldn't help but laugh. On the other hand, Mira gave him a small glare and received a smack to his padded rear, causing him to yelp.

"I don't want to hear you of all people making fun of her, Henry." He shivered as he felt Mira's right hand press his wet diaper against his crotch. "I seem to recall a rather gassy baby-boy from last night." Now the goblin and Mira giggled at Henry's embarrassment. He didn't recall such an event, but he knew it was likely correct.

Henry still tried to defend himself, "I wasn't making fun of Tixi," He looked over at her, "Besides, I bet Tixi loves it when I give her attention." The goblin girl stopped giggling and then blushed slightly, but Henry saw the smile on her face.

"Well, she is just so cute after all," Mira remarked, and Henry nodded. The Death Knight looked over at the squirming goblin in her arms, "But Tixi, if you need to make poopies, you can do it right now."

Tixi shook her head, "I don't need to go poopy!" She cast a sidelong glance towards Henry, who barely noticed it. Mira also seems to see but didn't comment any further on the goblin's denial.

"Okay then, I guess you are just a little gassy from all that milk." Mira's left hand went to caress Tixi's diaper for a few seconds, "But you both need a diaper change anyway. So I want you both to march your cushy butts to the nursery. Go find a sissy or auntie to change you."

Those terms were foreign to Henry, "Sissy or Auntie?" He asked aloud to Mira, "And wait, what about a nursery?"

Both Mira and Tixi looked at him with confused looks, "Honestly, Henry, what's with you this morning?" The black-haired mother shook her head and smiled at him, "When you say stuff like this, it only goes to show your immaturity."

Tixi gasped, "What if Henry's mentally regressing into an actual baby?!" The goblin gave him an exaggerated look of worry, "Don't worry, Henry, I'll be a good big-sissy for you once you can't remember anything!" Both women started laughing then, and Henry still felt confused. What was going on here? They were acting like this was all normal.

'But isn't it?' Henry told himself as he realized that they were acting all normal around him, 'Maybe I did forget a bunch of things...' The stray thought that he might have been mentally regressing made Henry a little fearful at first.

Mira interrupted his train of thought, though, "Okay, amusing comments aside, I need to clean up and get dressed." She turned to Tixi, "I need you to be a big girl and make sure Henry gets to the nursery without hurting himself, okay?" Henry felt a tad indignant on that line. He was a seasoned explorer and traveler; he could quickly get around wherever he was right now.

Tixi enthusiastically nodded at Mira, "Of course, mommy!"

"Good girl," Mira smiled and leaned down. Henry was expecting a quick kiss on Tixi's cheek or forehead, but instead, Henry watched as Mira quickly locked lips with the goblin. Both girls giggled, and he almost thought he didn't just see Mira lick her lips after doing so. It seemed innocent enough, but Henry still felt his tired cock stir at the surprisingly erotic sight. He then watched as the Death Knight picked up Tixi and gently set her down on the floor from the bed, even though it was unnecessary.

He couldn't take his eyes off Mira as she gracefully got off the bed, allowing Henry to get a good look at her muscular body. He could see the remains of their lovemaking in between her legs and also her tits glistening ever so slightly after the tongue bathing that he and his baby companion did to them. As she turned around to Henry, she grabbed his hand and helped him off their bed.

Standing in the room with only a wet diaper, Henry felt quite small and babyish. Everything felt right, but his cooling diaper made him feel like a change would be needed soon. This whole situation was still baffling to him. Every time he tried to focus on something, he'd see a strange color tint to things. He internally asked him where this place was, how did Tixi get here, and why did Mira look so much more alive now?

"Come on, Henry, hold my hand." Henry's thoughts once again had no time to concentrate as he felt Tixi's warm hand grasp his left. Turning to look down at the Goblin, he couldn't help but smile as he saw the look of joy mixed with sincerity to keep him from getting harmed. He also noticed that she was still squirming slightly, moving from one foot to another. It made for the already adorable sight to be even more sickeningly sweet to look at now. He could hear a crinkle from her every time she moved, and the snaps at her onesies crotch were the only thing keeping her wet diaper from sagging.

Whatever was preventing him from focusing on the room wasn't stopping him from seeing Tixi in full clarity. He could still make out the color of her hair, her luscious lips, and her petite body. His mind conjured up memories of them making love, the sounds she made, and the feel of her body on top of his cock. The vulnerability she showed him and her admitting to wanting to be a baby.

How many times had he jerked off to those moments? And how many more times did he miss being around Tixi? A part of him could still fondly remember her touch, her smile, and laughter. Now he had all of that again and then some.

"Come on; we need to change our diapers!" She unabashedly and loudly announced, and as she started to drag him away, he could hear Mira laughing in the background, likely watching the two adult babies waddle out of her room while holding each other’s hands.

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Just another short update.

Posterchina · April 22, 2021

Chapter 15, Part Three

As Henry stepped into an unfamiliar hallway, he was in awe at the majesty and quality of the building he was in, just on this one section. There was a wide range of open windows to one side, to which a gentle breeze was wafting through this hallway to deliver a smell of nature. Henry could barely make out anything outside, seeing only a yellow and green tint, but it looked late spring or early summer outside. His sense of smell could detect trees, flowers, and baby powder.

There was a soft and comfortable carpet below his feet since he was wearing no shoes or socks; he was quite thankful for the comfort beneath the soles of his feet and toes. Taking a further look around, Henry could see several closed doors on the opposite side of the window-row. Taking a brief look back, the entrance to Mira's room had already closed, somehow.

"Come on, Henry, this way!" He felt another tug on his hand as the big-baby goblin started to guide him towards this nursery. Henry didn't have much time to focus on the doors or whatever might have been outside, opting to focus on keeping up with Tixi. She was in a hurry for some reason, but he was far more interested in trying to figure out where he was exactly.

"Uh, Tixi, where are we?" Henry tentatively inquired as he noticed what looked to be picture frames, paintings, and other miscellaneous things like chairs and stands positioned in this hallway. There was a quality and craft to everything, expensive too, if Henry had to guess.

The goblin didn't look back at him as she spoke, "We are in the bedroom wing, remember? This wing is, technically, where everyone lives." He noticed that she emphasized that "technically" to him. "Honestly, Henry, I hope you aren't going full baby-brain; I was just joking about that!" Her tone was now a little frazzled with him.

"Heh, sorry, I was just asking." He couldn't help but smirk as he watched her fumed slightly.

"Not sure how you could forget; this is your home, Henry."

When the goblin said that, Henry couldn't almost believe this place, which an entire living quarter's wing, was his. 'She said this was my home? I have a home?' He was processing that as he spoke up, "This is...crazy to me. There are so many rooms here." He was looking around at all the doors.

"Yeah, I guess. The other wing is full now." Tixi huffed as she kept dragging him along, "Now come on, my diaper is getting cold."

"Wait, did you say another wing?!" Just how massive was this place? He couldn't believe it; this was his home, no, their home if he heard things right.

Like most orphans, Henry dreamed of living in a big home. Every kid in Stormwind had seen the estates and mansions of the nobles at one point or another. More than a few kids had gone to these places as part of a dare, but Henry could recall no one getting past the front gate. Still, everyone at the orphanage wanted to see what was inside one of these large estates. Rumors, theories, and guesses were a past-time for most kids, even for late teenagers as well. They would start innocent enough; homes filled with food, magic items, trophies 'liberated' from the Horde, or treasures from distant lands. There would be knights, servants, butlers, and maids in every room and an endless supply of toys and candies for the lucky kid.

When you got older, the stories would start to change quite a bit. Even though the matrons attempted to keep his little baby-boy ears from hearing such talk, Henry listened to the more outlandish anecdotes. Some were like the festivals and parties that took place or the meetings between the nobles and stalwart adventurers. Other stories were not as kind, and some claimed that the nobles were involved in dark rituals inside hidden warlock chambers. Or that House lords engaged in secret cabal meetings against the King and the Alliance inside warded drinking rooms. Although Henry liked hearing the stories about the nobility engaging in depraved acts of debauchery in secret sex dungeons.

No matter the tone or absurdity, it filled Henry's head with the idea that having a large home would be awesome. He would dream about how he'd stack each room with an image or artifact from his travels. And that he'd have servants at his beck and call for everything little thing. All of this to ensure that he and his wife would raise a family in comfort. And yes, there was a secret nursery for him to be the baby he saw himself as from time to time. Though the fantasy of his future house would ultimately turn into another full-time adult-baby fantasy, each room was detailing some humiliating aspect of Henry, the servants being wetnurses, and his wife being his mommy; stuff like that.

In the end, it was an idea that only a child could want to have a place to not only call home but to have for oneself. To create and fulfill your dreams of a fantasy home. No child was immune from this desire, and Henry was no exception, especially when you have to live with other children. Privacy was always in short supply, along with quiet and personal objects for yourself. The orphanage had strict rules, and due to the matrons, not even Henry, their precious baby boy, was immune from these rulings.

One must remember that all the orphans were under the ever-present watch of the matrons. This lack of privacy meant the concepts of silence and physical solitude were hard to come by. For a while, Henry enjoyed his time as Baby Henry as it said that no one would bother him, save for the matrons who were generally quiet. But if there was one thing, no one could ever have, and that was space for yourself.

And the only way to do that was to have a room for yourself. Just about everyone knew that was impossible at an orphanage. So you had to get your place outside of it. This goal was what kids were doing upon leaving the only home they ever knew, to mark their first act of freedom. And yes, that was the first thing Henry did upon leaving the orphanage. However, he found that living in a small room at an inn was more or less the same as his last room. There were just no matrons to come and change his diapers or play with him. In his times of loneliness and despair, he promised himself that he'd have a big, spacious, and extravagant estate once he became a successful adventurer.

It was amazing to consider that he was standing inside precisely what he had dreamed of all these years. For a few seconds, Henry could only grin like a fool, soaking in the grandeur of his estate. He idly wondered how he could afford such a place; perhaps he had indeed become incredibly famous and rich? Still, something felt off, though. Not only did he have a home for himself, but it was also evidently big enough to get Mira and Tixi to live in as well. This led to several questions such as where he precisely this was, how he could get Tixi back here, and why he'd need more than one wing of living quarters? He had many women in this life, but it sounded like more than a dozen people were living here now.

'Wait,' Henry started to ask himself, 'How could I forget something like this? How did I forget any of this even?' Something wasn't right, not necessarily wrong, but not adding up in his head. Yet as Henry tried to focus on these believed to be lost memories, he heard a sound that caused his attention to shift focus once again.

Another burst of flatulence from Tixi caused the goblin to pause and eek in embarrassment. She stopped guiding Henry, opting to use both her hands to quickly grab the back of the diaper as if trying to hide the noise that came from her rear.

He couldn't help it, he started to laugh, and this, in turn, caused Tixi's face to go incredibly red, "Stop laughing!"

It took Henry a few seconds to compose himself, "I'm sorry!" He chuckled out as he got control of his breathing, "It's just it sounds like you do need to make poopies, Tixi." The smile he gave her seemed only further to aggravate the goblin, but she blushed and looked towards the doors.

"Come on, let's make a quick stop by my room." She grabbed his hand again and started dragging the still chuckling human. Henry soon discovered that Tixi's room was in this wing, as they barely walked for more than twenty seconds before arriving at a nondescript door. 'How does anyone know where their room is exactly?' Henry looked around and saw no sign or indicator that distinguished this door from one of many that he could see. He idly noticed no lock on the door handle, but then again, maybe that made sense. Tixi was considered a baby by everyone here, so she had no right to privacy. Baby Henry certainly had none back at the orphanage.

The thought that he had no privacy in his own home, as did the rest of the people here, was a tad concerning, though. Surely he and everyone would've wanted some solitude at the option for it? As he considered why such a rule was in place, he soon felt Tixi tugging on his hand again and leading him inside her room. 'I hope I can get a fresh diaper here.'

Wordlessly, Tixi and Henry entered the room of the former. And just like with the place they left, it was just as big and full. 'Light above, every room is like this?!' He could only think to himself in shock at the genuine estate they must have lived in now. Oddly enough, though, Henry was just as surprised to find that it was quite plain-looking. There was a regular assortment of furniture, dressers, and what not arranged neatly in the room. Tix's bed was king-sized, which he thought was rather odd for a woman of her stature. Henry noticed something that almost made him laugh again; stuffed animals and colored satin sheets. Arranged on the head of the bed were at least a dozen stuffed animals/monsters, each one looking custom-made and almost lifelike. The bedding was a color of pink, blue, and green. Henry thought they seemed quite soft and comfortable. The brief image of him and Tixi lying on the bed, holding each other in just their diapers, flashed in his mind.

The smells were what he noticed next. There was a smell of peaches, baby powder, lilacs, fresh linens, and what he swore was some lingering tobacco. That last part caused him to look down at the baby girl with some surprise, and the thought of seeing Tixi all dressed up and smoking a cigarette caused his cock to stir for some reason.

Henry then noticed something that he somehow missed before but was seemingly tucked away in the corner of the room. Henry had trouble making it out at first, going so far as to rub his eyes. 'Why can't my eyes focus on anything?' Opening his eyes again, he saw now what appeared to be an alchemist table. It looked expensive, at what Henry could glean based on his limited knowledge of such things. It was orderly, clean, and full of equipment used for the creation of potions and elixirs.

"Okay," Tixi announced as she let go of Henry's hand, "Let me whip something out real fast."

"Is this going to stop all the tooting your little butt has been doing?" Henry grinned as he saw the same embarrassed look appear back on her face. It was so easy to make her blush now, but then again, he suspected Tixi had just as easy a time with Henry when he was around other people.

"Sh-shut up!" The goblin tried to sound angry, but standing there looking like a one-year-old did nothing to stop Henry. It was fascinating for Henry. To be treated like this for all these years, and now he got to do it to someone else. It was fun, entertaining if he was honest. And he suspected that Tixi was enjoying it as well.

"Okay, no need to get your diaper in a bunch. Go do what you need to do." Henry made a small sweeping gesture with his right hand towards her alchemist table. The little alchemist and mage didn't bother sparing him a glance as she turned around and waddled towards the table. His eyes went back to linger on her little rounded behind, and once again, a growing desire to fuck Tixi was threatening to take control.

'Light above, I have missed you, Tixi.' Henry wanted to do things to her, and he just wanted to have the same experience he had on that boat with her, again.

Walking towards her kingsize bed, Henry sat down on the foot of it and watched the goblin work. His hands felt the satin sheets, and he was correct to assume that they felt soft, comfortable, and even warm. Like they were just brought in from being in the sunlight after a wash. Something about them made him feel little, and if he was honest, a little girly.

His babyish side focused on the padding tapped around his waist; instead, he felt the cooling diaper under his bottom, and his cock was straining against the front of the wet padding as well. Even after all the sex, Henry's body was recovering extraordinarily fast. 'What happened to me? I know I'm a deviant, but I shouldn't be thinking of the girls as just warm bodies.' These were the people that cared about him, and yet sometimes it felt like he only thought about them for solely sexual gratification. He sighed and wondered why he felt so guilty all of a sudden.

"There we go!" Henry perked up at the happy tone from Tixi. He turned towards her to see her quickly drink a vial of some yellow liquid. "Ahh! That'll kick in a few minutes." The green-skinned adult-baby finished whatever task she set out to do from the table. Henry watched her move away from the table and make a move towards the bed.

"What did you do?"

The goblin gave him a small smile, "Oh, you'll see soon enough." She was now standing in front of him. Her hands went to touch the front of his diaper, and she started cooing, "Oh, look how wet your diapers are now!" The way Henry was sitting, Tixi's face was almost crotch level to his diaper, which allowed her to get a good look. Henry felt his face start to heat up, but it wasn't because of her teasing words. Another brief image of her grabbing and taking off his diaper, whipping out his cock, and blowing him appeared in his mind.

"Someone is getting all embarrassed!" She pointed at his face, "Your face is all red!" Henry felt his heart rate increase, his breathing hitch, and his crotch starting to harden. 'I want her so bad right now!'

Tixi, unaware of what Henry was thinking, kept up with her teasing, "I bet you need to make poopies too!" The goblin giggled for a few more seconds before Henry acted on his impulses. His hands reached out, and he grabbed Tixi under her arms. This action surprised her. "Hey, what are you doing?!" She gave a small struggle in his arms before putting his mouth down upon hers and started to kiss her. Her lips were still incredibly soft, with a hint of flavors that he briefly savored. He could taste Mira's milk, which reminded him that they were bosom mates at the Death Knights tits just a few minutes ago.

Henry's vision turned golden for a second, mixing with the green and yellow as he sat Tixi down on his right knee to support her weight. The feeling of her diaper brushing up on his diaper was a gentle reminder of their respective infantile cages. His hands were now moving across her back before lowering to grope her padded ass. Tixi whined for a few seconds, he could feel her hands press against his chest as if trying to push away, but the two of them remained liplock for half a minute.

Ultimately, a now redface and breathless goblin pulled back with a trail of drool connecting their tongues. The look Tixi was giving Henry was a brief annoyance, but also lust and desire. Her eyes shined bright, and Henry was captivated by their beauty. Tixi looked ready to speak again, but he wasn't going to spoil this moment.

What Henry did next was a rather aggressive move on his part, perhaps even a very insulting one for a little race in normal circumstances. He had once heard that goblins and gnomes hated being picked up and tossed like they were just a full sack or pack that needed to be thrown somewhere haphazardly. So when Henry did precisely that with Tixi, tossing picking up her body as you would do with a small toddler and then tossing her towards the head of the bed, the look of annoyance he got out of her was palpable.

In Henry's defense, it wasn't like he tossed her far or anywhere dangerously. All he heard was a gently pomf as she fell backward onto the bed. Tixi spoke up now, "Hey, that wasn't funny, Henry!" She propped herself up and looked ready to swear him out until she noticed that he was now crawling towards her with a hungry look on his face. In his mind, it was the same look that he got from women that dominated and babied him, and now he was using it on Tixi.

"Uh, wait, Henry?" The goblin was slowly backing up as she saw quickly close the distance, "W-wait, now’s not a good time!" But soon, he was almost on top of her, and while she crawled back into a rather large gnoll-looking plushie, she ultimately could go no further and looked up at Henry with wide eyes.

As he gazed down up Tixi, seeing her like this was driving him wild. She looked so pure and innocent at this moment. Her only garb the onesie, a bonnet, and a wet diaper. She was a baby, but these items covered up her womanhood before anyone looking at her. But Henry knew better, as did Tixi.

He repositioned himself so he could sit and have his hands free. Henry didn't wait much longer, his hands went to the crotch snaps of her onesie, and a brief popping sound seemingly echoed briefly. Henry's heart was beating fast, and no doubt, so was Tixi's as she watched full eye as Henry worked on revealing her diaper.

"Sit up," He ordered to the goblin, who obeyed. He worked the onesie off, leaving Tixi in just her diaper and bonnet. Her body had changed in some ways. There was a bit more fat on her body, though Tixi didn't look chubby. Her breasts had increased in size, so that was a nice change. The diaper tapped around her waist looked soaked, and now free from the confines of the onesie, would like sag between her legs. But right now, it was comically puffed out in the front. His hands took off the bonnet next, allowing her hair to flow freely now. It had indeed gotten longer and felt silky in his hands.

Tixi looked beautiful to him. No matter what anyone would ever say about goblin women being ugly creatures, he'd fight anyone if they said that about his Tixi.

"Holy shit, I'd almost forgotten how beautiful you were." Henry breathed out, much to the confusion of the goblin, "W-what?" He didn't respond, though, as lips were on hers again, and he pushed her back onto the bed. He brought his diapered crotch up to hers and started grinding against it. Her hands started roaming around his body, while Henry's kept her body pinned in a somewhat gentle embrace. It was still an awkward endeavor as he was trying to keep his body weight off of her. Still, it was easy to tell that Tixi wasn't uncomfortable with the sounds of pleasure and moans of approval. A few times, Tixi or Henry would giggle upon feeling some tickling upon some part of their skin, and the crinkling sound of their diapers seemed to excite them further.

Henry's mouth had finally left Tixi's lips, allowing both of them to take a breath of fresh air. Both of them had even stopped grinding their diapers against their crotches. He couldn't help as he looked down at Tixi's heart-shaped face. And seeing those gold eyes were staring up at him intently, and Henry felt another shiver of pleasure run down his spine. "Tixi, I don't think I ever told you that I love you." He suddenly blurted out, but surprisingly Tixi smiled at him, "You've told me you love me plenty of times."

"Well, let me do it again," He leaned down and gently kissed her, "I love you."

The goblin chuckled slightly, but he saw her cheeks redden, "I love you too, Baby Henry."

Henry grinned a little, "Big words coming from the baby that was farting in her diapers a few minutes ago." He grunted when he felt one of her knees collide with his stomach.

"Don't spoil the mood." She gently chided him, "Be a good baby, and put something in your mouth."

Looking down and seeing her breasts Henry chuckled again and lowered his head to her chest, "Okay, I know something for my baby mouth to suckle on. Does Baby Tixi produce any milk?" He didn't wait for a response as letting his tongue start lapping at her erect right nipple. Any possible comment died on the goblin's lips as she began to moan again. No longer trying to keep her pinned, Henry allowed for his hands to wander for a few seconds before going lower and rubbing the sides of her body. The goblin, meanwhile, wrapped her arms around his neck to hold his head close.

"Yeah, that's a good boy," Tixi muttered with a gasp, "Just do what you did with Mommy's titty." Her words of encouragement caused him to return to the act of slowly grinding his diapered cock against her, likewise, padded crotch. A few minutes passed by, allowing for Henry and Tixi to enjoy their intimacy. The sex here was not like with Mira, where Henry was trying to win some peculiar sex game. This moment was Henry trying to be a good lover. Even still, he wanted to rip their diapers off and become one with the goblin, but the feeling of the two adult babies just grinding against each other in love was more than enough.

Something, however, started to interrupt the moment. As Henry felt a growing need to cum, he heard the sound of a gurgling stomach. 'Oh no, please don't let this happen now!' He was afraid that it was going to be a sign that he needed to mess his diapers. But when he realized that he hadn't come from his stomach, he quickly realized it was from Tixi.

He stopped himself from suckling her breast but kept up with grinding against her crotch. Looking over at her face, he now says what looked like pain and urgency.

"Tixi, are you okay?" Henry almost stopped grinding, but he felt Tixi's hands latch onto his diapered bottom.

She looked up at Henry with desperation, "No, don't stop! I'm almost there!" The goblin was now increasing her grinding, "Just keep going!" Henry could probably cum again if he increased his tempo, but he was confused about what was happening. She took something to help deal with her flatulence. "Did you take something that would help you poop?"

"Yes, you dumb, baby!" Tixi practically yelled with quite a bit of heat before she realized what she said, "I'm sorry, but please don't stop! I don't want to cum in a messy diaper!" She was pleading with him now, and Henry decided to obey her demands. He would help her, though, so he moved his hands and pulled her body up. "Sit on my lap fast!"

Tixi followed his instructions, even though her body was now moving about from the repositioning. Wrapping her arms around his back and letting her diapered crotch effectively bounce on his own. Henry's hand soon grabbed her padded butt and helped with the bouncing. While this was happening, they locked lips as they aggressively made out.

Henry learned that the goblin's body was just the right size for this type of action, allowing for Tixi to quickly bottom to bounce up and down. The whimpers and moans were driving his body into a frenzy now. Now fueled by the desperation from the pint-sized mage in his arms, Henry's body was reaching its breaking point. The desire to protect Tixi, make her happy played no small part at this moment.

Finally, Henry couldn't contain himself for much longer. His cock had been jostled too much inside the diaper now. And the feeling of Tixi's skin and heat, her taste on his lips, and hearing her little pathetic cries drove him over the edge. He felt a stream of cum shoot out into the front of his wet diaper, causing his body to shudder for a few seconds. It wasn't as pleasurable as being inside Mira, but there was the same feeling of intimacy with Tixi at this moment all the same.

Speaking of the goblin, it looked like she hadn't finished yet, and that was likely because she started groaning in pain. The gurgling sound was now a small rumble, and Tixi even had stopped bouncing/grinding in Henry's lap. There were tears in her eyes, ones of frustration.

"No! I was so close!" She was whining gently to herself as she removed her hands from around Henry's back and was now holding them on the back of her diaper. It was somewhat comical to imagine it, as Henry's hands were holding her bottom as well. Tixi was still whining, and Henry asked if she wanted him to do something when he felt Tixi's body start to shake.

He felt an odd but familiar feeling start to form in the back of her diapers to his shock. His little playmate closed her eyes and gasped, then bit her lower lip and clenched her hands into balled fists. Henry could feel the expulsion of waste from Tixi into her diaper, and he knew it was a big one. It was one thing to mess your diaper, another to watch someone else do it, but it was a whole new experience to feel it happen in your hands.

Neither of them spoke, which only made the sound of Tixi's grunting and messing all the more apparent. Henry looked away, but his hands were still on the back of her diapers. The silence and Tixi's pooping must have lasted a good thirty or forty seconds before he felt and heard it stop.

Silence reigned for a good twenty seconds, save for the slight panting of Tixi and their diapers rustling every so often from movement, until finally, Henry spoke up, "So, I guess you did need to poop." Henry tried to make it sound like a joke before looking back down at Tixi. She didn't appear amused at all; in fact, the look of her face was something that Henry had seen time and time again on toddlers and babies. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, her golden eyes were watery, and he could hear a few hiccups escape from her throat. Henry knew what was coming and now started to try and stop it.

"Oh, Tixi, come on, don't cry!" He knew that was the adult thing to say in this matter, but Henry was more than aware that he'd be crying too after filling up his diapers that much, and from the feel of things, it wasn't exactly a solid mess.

The goblin, however, was doing everything in her power to ready herself. Henry saw her lower lips quivering, as well as feeling her body starting to shake. Her face became quite red now as well. It looked as if Tixi's adult mind had left, leaving only her infantile side in charge of things in her mind. Henry was familiar with such a switch, and he braced himself mentally.

"Oh, boy..." He sighed one last time before the little goblin couldn't contain herself anymore.

"WAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

Henry counted himself lucky that he wasn't in a similar mindset. More than once, he caused a slight chain reaction among other infants and toddlers when he starts wailing and bawling at the top of his lungs.

Empathy and understanding went a long way in taking care of children; at least, that was what Henry believed in after his own experiences. The years at the orphanage had been embarrassing, and indeed, Henry wasn't an ordinary person due to his upbringing. Nearly eighteen and a half years of being babied to various degrees made it difficult to be around adults or taken seriously. Still, with children, toddlers, and babies, it was a different story. Henry had a way of calming children down because he understood what was upsetting them and knew how to cheer them up as well. The Matrons were quick to notice that their big baby was an excellent companion to those that would someday surpass him in maturity.

Naturally, they made good use of his inherent talents. So when Henry wasn't the one getting his butt diapered, bottle-fed, or played with, he would be tasked with helping take off the orphanages youngest. It started as far back as nine years old, and for a time, it was a welcome boon for the matrons. They watched as Henry could turn a crying toddler into a giggling one within a few minutes. More than a few kids would stop tantrums because they didn't want to upset their baby companion or even take charge when Henry was the one acting up. Indeed though, as he got older, he showed real maturity with how he handled children.

The matrons found it an irony of sorts. Henry helped in their early childhood development, which made them capable of understanding future big-kid concepts. And yet Baby Henry remained the same, stuck in the nursery for the years to come. Still, they watched Henry and realized that even if they took away the diapers and the babying, he positively influenced children.

He could still recall a pair of matrons talking about him when they thought he wasn't listening and remarked that it was a tragedy no parent wanted him around. In a way, he could've been a great brother to some siblings or a good boy to a new family. But once again, all anyone saw was a baby that would never grow up. He took such realities in as much stride as possible and perhaps figured if he were an excellent caretaker to other children, someone would recognize it and not see him as a "broken" child.

Sadly such skills never did catch the eye of any prospective parent. Instead, it earned him the embarrassing respect and admiration of several children. Oh, it made him years of teasing and ridicule, but those same children would sometimes privately thank Henry for being there when they were young. Henry knew what it was like to be alone and without anyone around to truly show them compassion and friendship. Some kids had once found Henry to be their only friend until they got older and realized that spending time with Baby Henry was a stigma among the orphanage cliques. So, in time, those same kids that Henry took care of would slowly abandon him in the end.

There was no ill-will, at least not from Henry. In these darkest moments, he would privately feel quite demoralized at not having any friend past the age of ten for too long. In his mind, anyone that was still capable of seeing past certain prejudices and societal norms was a friend to him. Plus, if they weren't potty trained like him, it was an additional bonus.

At the very least, the girls at the orphanage lasted a little longer with him. These instances were always a bit awkward to have, as a girl whose diaper he changed when they were an actual baby, starting to baby him in full. The matrons put a stop to that after he turned eighteen, citing that it wasn't appropriate. Henry agreed, but he quietly developed another fetish for young women taking care of him, even if he was older. A part of him fantasized about being thirty and getting his diaper change by an eighteen-year-old. He went so far as thinking himself a little older and getting scolded for being a baby when he was old enough to be their father — a unique masturbation fantasy for sure.

Anyway, all these experiences culminated in him being quite the expert when it came to handling children. It was something he never considered coming into play until he got lucky one day and had his own, but Henry honestly figured he'd be the one getting babied for most of his life. Still, things had changed, and he found many more baby girls in his life now.

Case in point, the sobbing and wailing goblin adult-baby in his arms, "Come on, Tixi. It's okay." He gently spoke into her ear as she kept crying and sobbing into his chest. The two of them had left Tixi's room, opting to find this nursery that she had mentioned. Henry tried to find some diapers in her room, but he was shocked to find only childish and adult-looking panties in the room. Why in the name of the Light and the Gods would Tixi not have any diaper here? Either way, she needed a fresh one.

The diaper she was wearing was now heavily discolored in the front and backed, indicating to the world the state it was in now. And it was dropping so much now that Henry was afraid it might slide down her legs. If she were to try and walk in this overblown underwear, she'd have a severe waddle. The smell was also quite bad. She must have used something to empty her bowels for a blowout this bad.

Picking her up was the worst part, at least for Tixi. He knew that the only way to carry her over a reasonable distance was from the hip or having her wrap her arms around his neck. Unfortunately, that meant he'd need to grip her poopy bottom. Tixi was too far gone to try and resist, though she started crying loudly as soon as he mashed the back of her messy diaper against her butt. He sympathized with her, he did, but he was surprised at how upset she was at having messed herself. It took Henry at least thirty minutes before he started crying up a storm. But the little mage was a wreck in his arms, and he attempted to calm her down.

"Shh," He shushed and cooed at her, "I'm going to get you changed, okay?"

She must not have heard him, though. Tixi started only uttering a wailing demand, "I-I-WANT MOMMY!" A quick succession of hiccups and crying followed. Henry winced and could recall more than a few kids saying the same thing and the few times he asked for his 'mommy' back then. He was confused, though. Was Tixi asking for Mira?

"Do you want to go back to Mira? Maybe she'll have some diapers for you." Henry suggested with a smile as he hefted the small girl a little more. He was making an effort to ignore the feeling of her nipples pressing against his bare chest or the squishy feeling in his hands as he cupped the bottom of her messy diaper.

"No!" She cried and buried her face into his chest again, "I want to see Valrah!"

That surprised the hell out of Henry; when had she met Valrah? Better yet, she was here? "Mommy's here?"

"In the nursery, her room is connected to it!" She whimpered again and began to sob, "I want a clean diapie, now!" There was a twinge of annoyance towards Henry in her tone, but he understood how uncomfortable Tixi was at the moment. It was cute, though, and reminded Henry of a few bratty kids that he used to take care of that acted in the same way.

"Easy, we'll go to the nursery then." He remarked patiently and kissed her on the top of her head, which seemed to have a small calming effect on her. The little green mage still cried and wiggled in his arms even as he started moving down the unfamiliar hallway. This estate was supposed to be his home, but he had no idea of where to go. Glancing down at the whimpering baby girl in his arms, he couldn't ask her anything as well.

'Well, I'm shit out of luck here.' Henry felt some annoyance and frustration at their current predicament. 'I also need a diaper change as well.' He felt the feeling of the cold and wet diaper starting to sag between his legs. However, his primary concern was for Tixi. Still, his well-being begun to play a role in him trying to find a way to this nursery. But as Henry took a few tentative steps down the hall, he heard a rather familiar sound.

'Chirping?' It sounded very close by, and there were multiple instances of it as well. 'It couldn't be...' He thought to himself as he and Tixi rounded the corner. As he looked around for the sounds, Henry saw what seemed to be a hallway devoid of doors but full of items adorned on the walls. His eyes had problems making the items out; he could tell there were paintings, sculptures, and other pieces of decor, but it was almost like trying to make out an image underwater. He saw and felt green and yellow wash over his vision before the images cleared up before him.

"Oh!" He blushed a bright red as he saw the contents. There were extremely detailed paintings of him in babyish garb, sometimes down to just a diaper, engaged in all manner of infantile acts. Somewhere rather wholesome, like him playing or getting bottle-fed. Others were erotic, such as Henry getting spanked over a human woman's knee or suckling from a pair of blue breasts. The lewdest image was surrounded by several naked women with an open diaper and his exposed and erect cock. It was like an art gallery dedicated to his perversion and deviancy.

The sculptures were a tad more tasteful, though no less suggestive in design nature. Most images or busts depict women, everything from wholesome to beautiful depictions of grace: beauty, domination, strength, maternity, or sexuality. He could see human, elven, and dwarven crafts among all these sculptures. It must have cost him a fortune to get half of these, and to place them in such a hall of depravity made Henry wonder what the hell he had been thinking?

Small items of interest also joined this exhibition of smut; thankfully, they seemed to be a bit more tasteful and adult. Upon closer inspection, they appeared to be almost like items you'd find in an archeological dig site. Henry could make out small idols and tapestries depicting fertility or sexual love. If Henry was honest with himself, they looked quite old. They could've made for an exciting topic to discuss, if not surrounded by all the humiliating images of his infantilism or raunchy artwork.

'Who designs a hallway like this?' It was like staring at a shrine to his babyish lifestyle. It was almost obscene in some baffling way. Too bad for Henry, he couldn't stop the growing erection in his diaper. His submissive nature found the whole thing an "appropriate" way to immortalize his desire to be dominated, and now with an almost scholarly and artistic devout to it. The adult baby couldn't help but wonder if wealthy nobles liked to immortalize their fantasies in this way?

The sniffling and crying goblin in his arms brought Henry brought out of his admiration/awe of the hallway and made him focus back on the situation on hand. Turning his attention back to finding the chirping sounds, he wasn't too surprised that he could see the Cherub upon looking up. What surprised him, though, was seeing multiple Cherubs hanging on what looked to be a small mage-light chandelier that had illuminated this hallway. The strange creatures, whose color shifted from gold, blue, green, and yellow, were perched on the decoration like ordinary birds on top of a tree.

'Curious, how come I didn't see any of them in the other hallway?' Why they were here was a mystery as well. Henry didn't understand the purpose of a Cherub, if there was one anyway, much less the reason for having more of them around. Regardless of his questions, they seemed to respond upon seeing Henry and Tixi. A host of them flew down and started showering the two of them with their shining, glittering dust. The smell of baby powder became a welcome relief from the smell of poop emanating from Tixi.

Speaking of the goblin, she hadn't moved her face away from Henry's chest. "Tixi, look at the birdies." He was trying to distract her by pointing out the Cherubs to her. That always worked with the toddlers and children he took care of sometimes. The goblin pulled away from his chest, and a brief desire of pity and concern welled up in his body upon seeing her tear-stained cheeks and red eyes. 'She's genuinely troubled from pooping herself. I could've sworn she was playing a part of a game with me.' Seeing her like this was also odd. Tixi had taken getting humiliated with a confident stride, almost bouncing back with a practically rebellious response. Why did pooping her diaper reduce her to this state?

His crying companion looked up at the Cherubs and then scoffed, "Those aren't 'birdies, ' Henry, those are your Cherubs." Her tone was now that of an annoyed little girl that just got told by an annoying little brother that the sky was blue. 'Goodness, she's sassy when upset.'

"Uh, right." Henry nodded and tried to ignore the embarrassment, "Just thought they'd help you relax."

"The only way I'll relax is if I get a new diaper on!" She huffed again and was now resting her head on his shoulder. At least she wasn't burying her face into his chest now. Henry noticed that she was now watching the Cherubs intently, which seemed to reduce Tixi down to sniffling instead of crying. Figuring that now was a good time to continue on their journey, Henry gestured with his hand towards the Cherubs.

"Okay, come down." His command was met with a swift action as the Cherubs started to fly around the two of them, "Lead me to the nursery." Once again, the creatures responded and, as a flying unit, began to fly down the hallway. Henry dutifully followed and tried not to focus on the artwork hanging all around him.

It was only after a few steps when Tixi spoke up, "Why are you asking them to lead us to the nursery."

Henry responded with a small chuckle, "Because I don't know how to get to it." He shifted the weight of the goblin in his arms, "I think you were right, Tixi. I'm going full, baby brain."

"What?!" Tixi sounded a little concerned now, "I was teasing you! Henry, you can't go and do that without telling any of us. You can only be Baby Henry full-time if we all agree to it."

The padded traveler had some questions after hearing that statement. Did they decide on that? But why? Something about it made him laugh all of a sudden. Not only were the women in his life in complete control of him, but they also had the authority to pick and choose when he was allowed to go full baby mode? 'I can't decide when to be a man or a baby, and if I am one, they can switch me to the other.' What a strange place he was in now. And again, it was as if trying to recall a fleeting memory of some story in his brain. Murky and unrecognizable, yet there was a desire and homely feeling to it.

This time though, he didn't try to recall anything; he just went with the flow. "Well, I'm sorry for going against your wishes, but I do want to be a baby after all."

"We know that, but you have to remember that we have to shift our roles around when you do one thing or another," Tixi scoffed as she looked out from behind Henry's back, "I like it when you are a part-time adult baby. You and I can still have conversations, and we can play fun games."

"Or go on dates?" Henry felt an increase of heat in her body, and it stiffening as well.

The goblin didn't say anything at first, but he felt her nodding, "Yeah. The point is, don't be so selfish! We are a family, so don't go deciding on things without talking with the others. Besides, you don't get to choose from that!" She huffed again, "Maybe you shouldn't tell the others that you are thinking of going full baby mode until you speak with Valrah."

Her words echoed through his mind. Were they all a family? Not only that, Valrah was the one wholly in charge of this place. So many questions, what had happened to him? A comfortable silence descended upon the two of them as they left the hallway of infantile embarrassment. The Cherubs were still flying overhead, waiting for the pair of adult babies to arrive before heading down another similar hallway.

After a few minutes of walking, his curiosity got the better of him, "Tixi, what am I to you?"

The goblin had closed her eyes and was sucking on her thumb. As she pulled out with a trail of spit following the thumb, she gave Henry another weird look. "What are you to me?"

"Yeah, like, do you see me as just a playmate and a fellow baby?"

Tixi gave him a confused look, "Well, not exactly just those two. I mean, you and I put on different guises for whatever role is needed. Granted, you are most certainly always the baby. But I mean, you are a lover and husband to me and the rest of us." The little mage shrugged and went back to resting his head on his shoulder, "Don't think too hard on things. Just focus on getting us into the nursery and fresh diapers."

Henry barely heard that last part; his mind partly blanked upon hearing that he was a husband to Tixi, and all of them? Who included them? Mira was part of this, so was Valrah. 'I married them all?' Henry couldn't conjure up the memories in his head at all, but he couldn't stop the giddy feeling nor the smile appearing on his face as he processed it. 'I married not just a single woman, but multiple ones!'

It was almost absurd, but Henry didn't care. The fact was that he married, had a home, and continued his lifestyle made him realize that he had done it. All the years of humiliation, the babying, and the subsequent dangers Henry faced on his adventure had been worth it in the end. No matter what happened now, there were people in his life that genuinely cared about him, saw him as who he was, and embraced it as well.

The feeling of Tixi, his wife, in his arms made him feel a level of joy he hadn't thought possible. A few tears leaked out of his eyes and landed on Tixi's shoulders. "Oh, Henry, are you upset about something now?" Her head was looking at him intently with concern, "I'm so sorry, I've been complaining about the state of my diaper, but you must be upset right now as well."

Henry gave a small nod and tried to keep the smile off his face, "Y-yeah, my diaper is all wet and icky. I want to see mommy, as well." He gave her a shy look, "Can I kiss you so I can feel better?"

Tixi blinked and gave him a gentle smile, "Of course, Henry, I'll never turn down a kiss from you." It was a little awkward to reposition Tixi while holding her, and Henry could hear her whimper as his hands gripped the back of her messy diaper. But once their lips touched again, they both felt a lot better.

All Henry needed to do was find a nursery so he could change his wife's messy diaper. As those words rang around in his head, they brought with them endless amusement and happiness.

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Much bigger chapter for today, but considering it's close to the weekend, that should be fine.

kerry · April 22, 2021

Um, I think you have gotten totally lost in this dream sequence.

Posterchina · April 22, 2021

1 hour ago, kerry said:

Um, I think you have gotten totally lost in this dream sequence.

Really? Huh. I suppose the sequence is confusing, although that was part of the intention from the character standpoint I suppose it does get a little bit lost in the reeds. Well, uh, still got a bit to go for the chapter.

There is a narrative payoff to all of this but if all else fails you can always check back after the sequence finishes.

Posterchina · April 24, 2021

Still keeping at this.

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Chapter 15, Part Four

Something was off about this place. The more tried to determine the exact specifics or details of something in these hallways, the harder it became even to attempt to make out anything like walking through life after being in the dark for so long and then suddenly blinded by sunlight. His eyes tried to adjust, but then a distraction came, and he lost all focus. Henry thought there was some magic at work. But then again, Henry had practically no understanding of any school of magic, so he was uncertain if this was some illusion or alteration of his perceptions.

Whatever was happening, Henry wasn't sure if he should've been concerned or not. It was his home, so shouldn't he be safe? Indeed, nothing around was considered harmful or looked dangerous, quite the opposite even. But that nagging feeling in the back of his mind made Henry feel as if he was missing some obvious clue. His mind and senses were, however, focused on so many other distractions in front of him.

The goblin he carried in his arms, his wife, and one of possibly many more continued to whimper and cry periodically. And when Tixi wasn't his focus, he then spent time considering what she had just told him. It was far more thought-provoking to think that he was married now.

'I wonder how our wedding looked. Was I even allowed to marry a member of the Horde? Not sure if that is a crime.' The thought of marriage was an almost foreign concept to Henry. He knew that girls were more into it. When Henry used to play Ladies and Lords with the girls, naturally he'd be the baby; the girls used to make such a fuss over how their make-believe weddings would go. As he got older, the concept turned into a much more grounded but still grand and fantasy-like affair for young women. Even for the peasantry, there were attempts to make such events a community-wide matter. While not formally invited, orphans tended to show up. But no one would ever stop children or young adults that came by to watch a wedding.

Henry could recall using such events to score free food and drink. It wasn't a crime, not really. The only time he had been caught was by some older woman who scolded him, calling him a naughty little boy before she not-so-gently smacked his diapered rear. The look of surprise and the subsequent laughter allowed him to get away scot-free but almost getting discovered like that the age of sixteen would've been an embarrassing one.

Such thoughts aside, Henry could recall with a perfect recollection of how stunning the bride had looked in her wedding dress. Stormwind was a nation that practiced the wedding practice of fabulous white dresses for the woman, probably to symbolize purity if Henry recalled corrected. Either way, she looked quite lovely, and it must have cost quite a bit of gold to order. Ultimately, that was the only wedding he had gone to, but he told himself if, and when he got married, he'd make sure to have for his wife a great wedding dress like the one he saw all those years ago.

'I wonder, did I get Mira and Tixi to wear one?' Most certainly, he got Mira to wear a bridal gown; his brief memories of her and Connor together showed that Mira was clearly into a lovey-dovey type of arrangement. The image of her in the dress made her look graceful and beautiful to look at, and soon Henry felt that giddy feeling return to him.

Another fun thought hit him, though, so what about Tixi? He had no idea what goblins did for marriages or some unified practice among the Horde. But the idea of seeing Tixi all dressed in a white wedding gown was adorable in his mind. Henry liked to imagine that they somehow made her look like a baby even while getting married to him. Hell, he wondered if they both just looked like babies while it happened. The image of him wearing a regal look tux on the top and only a thick diaper on the bottom was an amusing visual. But the idea of seeing Tixi wearing a toddler version of a wedding gown, with her diaper visible under a short white dress, would've been a breathtaking scene.

But then again, Henry was assuming much. For all he knew, a member of the Horde would ask or demand to take their partner as a husband or wife. 'Why do I feel like that is something Atda would do... ?’ The orc certainly was the one that would've just grabbed Henry, brought him before a priest, and told him that Henry was now her husband. 'Of course, why would she stop there? Atda would maximize the humiliation.' Probably would've had him in full baby garb while she was in full battle dress. Granted, he wondered if the orc would be calling him husband by that point.

Thinking about Atda made him wonder where she was in all of this madness. Henry had left a message telling her that she lost her mommy privileges in his eyes, but most certainly, that orc huntress wasn't going to comply with such outlandish demands. Besides, she was likely mighty pissed after he tossed all her underwear and left her with only diapers as a backup. No, odds were good that as soon as Atda saw him again, the violent beauty would be looking to punish Henry for being a naughty baby. A shiver of pleasure went down his spine, unsure if he was eagerly awaiting such a meeting or if he should be dreading it.

"Henry..." He heard a whine at his chest level, and looking down, he saw that Tixi was looking up at him and still quite upset, "My bottom is all cold now, please hurry!"

Giving a gentle smile down to his wife (and again, the words brought unbelievable joy to Henry) and a quick nod, he reassured the goblin, "Don't worry, we are almost there."

"You don't even know where you are going, do you?"

His smile broke momentarily, "Well, the Cherubs are still guiding us, but we shouldn't be too much longer. Besides, I figured you'd know the way better than me." Henry wasn't trying to sound a tad annoyed, but he was getting a little annoyed now. It felt like they had been walking together forever now. "It feels like it's taking forever to get to the nursery anyway."

Tixi rolled her eyes, "Henry, it's been like four or five minutes." She nuzzled her head into his body again, "You can't get lost in here anyway."

"Oh, but I can get hurt in here?" Henry joked as he quickly recalled that order from Mira to Tixi back in the woman's room. "In case you haven't noticed, you and I have done fine so far."

"So far, being the operative term here." Tixi countered back to him, and he could feel the smile on her face. "Sometimes you'd trip and fall on something, start crying up a storm." She chuckled and looked back up at him, "I remember one time you just fell on your butt, and you start bawling like crazy. You weren't wet or messy; you just wanted our attention."

He stopped as he looked down at the bemused goblin, "I'm not that sensitive." That was somewhat of a lie, though Henry could recall crying for the littlest things, and it hadn't gotten any better as an adult.

"Maybe not, but you are certainly a needy one. I think since we've all started living here, you've never been alone." Her weight shifted slightly in his arms as she continued speaking, "You always seem to want our attention, but I guess the feeling is mutual. I mean, the fact that we have a schedule for being with you is pretty telling."

'They have a schedule when it comes to being with me?' Henry would've thought that they'd share him, but it seems like it was a lot more complicated. "It sounds like you guys compete for my attention."

"I mean, aren't we?" Tixi looked a little embarrassed now, "I mean, we all want to do things with you, but it depends depending on if you are a baby, sister, auntie, or mommy; you have limits. You all have different allowances and drawbacks to each position. But you know how that goes."

Whatever Tixi was telling him made it sound like there was almost some type of hierarchy inside this family they had created together. So many questions, though, and Henry wondered why he'd allow for such a thing to come into place. Henry wasn't comfortable with someone being assigned designations or positions within his harem. It was one thing for Henry to submit himself to such things; it was another to place it on someone else.

"Tixi, do you like being just a baby?" Henry asked as they kept moving again. "I mean, do you want to be a mommy at some point?"

For a brief moment, there was silence before Tixi spoke up, "Henry, I love being a baby with you. The only time I plan on being a mommy is when I will be a mommy to my children." She was giving a close look of concern, "What's going on with you? All of this is just for fun, and yet it feels like you are looking way more into what I am saying."

"Just wanted to make sure everyone is doing okay; it's my job as your husband." He had a small smile as he leaned his head down to kiss Tixi. The goblin still looked a little concerned but pulled her head up to accept the kiss all the same. As soon as she pulled back, there was still a look of concern as she spoke, "You are acting incredibly strange, but thank you for being concerned about me and the others. But right now, my main concern is getting a fresh diaper for the two of us!"

"Okay, I understand!" Henry laughed at how serious she looked when she said that last part, "Just let me get to the nursery."

The goblin had a sour look on her face at Henry's ineptitude, which only caused him to laugh harder.

Henry's perception of time was muddled for sure now. It felt like he had been walking for hours, but Tixi acted like they were still walking for only a few minutes. The hallways had started to blend, becoming utterly unrecognizable in their uniformity. Henry wondered what the hell he had been thinking with allowing his estate designed in such a mundane way, especially after that rather humiliating hallway they were just in. That was the exception, not the norm. It was all so dull and uncreative. He'd at least figured the women in his life would've had better taste.

'It's all so off in some way. Like I am standing in something recently constructed.' All of this was no longer feeling like a home and more like a hastily built maze. There was some magic in place here, he was sure of that, but like his previous attempts to focus, he could not create a lasting visual in his mind.

Perhaps more worrisome was that their guides were acting quite strange. It didn't take much longer during their trek for Henry to realize that the Cherubs were still guiding them but that they seemed to be moving in odd directions now and then. Not only that, Henry swore that he saw some of them fighting amongst each other every so often.

Though fighting might have been a strong word in this instance, it was more akin to birds or squirrels chasing each other away from the group. More often than not, it was a gold chasing away a blue. That did stand out for Henry when he thought about it.

'I've never seen a blue color appear when it comes to my magic. Normally it was yellow, green, or most recently, the gold.' Something about these blue ones was also creeping him out. They were watching him intently. A Cherub didn't technically have eyes, but Henry was sure that whatever it was using to look at him did so with a watchful gaze.

He considered asking Tixi if they were usually around like this, but he was pretty sure he'd get only a slight answer out of his diapered wife. 'It's odd,' Henry started thinking to himself, 'but whenever I ask Tixi about something, she either deflects the question or says something that vaguely clarifies what I asked.' The more he thought about it, the more things didn't add up. 'Why wouldn't I remember any of this stuff?'

Looking down again, the goblin, who was still sniffling and whimpering, briefly considered just asking her point-blank to tell him about this building and everything else that went on with his "family" here.

"Tixi, can you-" He got out before he felt a gust of wind and an electric feeling rush across his body. "What was that?" Taking a look around, he was confused as to why they were suddenly in front of large, double doors. "What the...?"

"Finally!" Tixi exclaimed with no small amount of annoyance, "You finally got us to the nursery."

Still quite confused, Henry did see a little placard hanging above the doors. It was wooden and carved into the words "NURSERY" to inform anyone where these doors lead. How the hell had he missed such an obvious thing? 'It just fucking appeared!'

"But how did...Tixi, does this place have powerful magic?"

She blinked up at him, "Of course it does! You got Aegwynn to install the wards. How could you forget such an important thing? Even your dumb baby mind would remember getting the wards installed!"

Henry tried to defend himself, but he was caught off-guard by this insanity that had taken place, seemingly, in the span of a few seconds. "Okay, look, Tixi, don't you think something strange has been going on?" Henry forced out with a small smile as he tried not to freak out. "Isn't this all very odd that this door magically appeared?"

She tilted her head to the right, "What are you talking about now? You didn't see it. I barely saw it because I'm trying to not focus on the feeling of wet shit clinging to my ass and vagina!" Her words lost some of the infantile talks, and he was now looking down at an annoyed wife. Tixi continued speaking, "Now come on, I want a new diaper!"

"Tixi, come on, just humor me a little!" He once again tried to get her to agree that something, anything, was happening right now. He thought that perhaps he wasn't in the right place for a brief moment, wherever here was specifically. It now felt like he was somehow in the wrong place.

'But this is my home. Tixi's here, Mira is here, and Valrah is here as well.' Why was this happening now? Shouldn't he be happy? This home was all meant for him. It was a dream come true. Yet as Henry tried to focus, there was now a new sensation that was distracting him. It felt warm, and surprisingly, wet. And it was on his chest?

There was a loud gasp from Tixi, followed by her whimpering, "Oh no, no, no!" Pulling her back slightly, Henry saw what looked to be a few strands of a golden liquid slowly trailing down his chest. He then felt that warm wetness on his hands as he gripped Tixi's diaper bottom. Her bottom was also growing warm as well.

Her diaper had leaked; that much was evident to Henry. To her embarrassment, she had leaked so much that urine was coming out of the leg-guards. Tixi must have gone quite a bit while they were arguing until it started to spill over.

"Uh, well, good thing we are here now?" Henry awkwardly tried to help fix things. The goblin in his arms was crying again, but unlike last time these were not exaggerated cries of a toddler or infant but an overtly distraught woman. She buried her face into his shoulder now, and he could feel the tears slowly trickle down.

"Tixi?" Henry asked as he gently rubbed circles into her back. And just like when they were in that little room on the boat, Henry tried his hardest to comfort her, "It's okay, baby. You'll get cleaned up soon."

He heard a small sob and hiccup, "C-can we please g-go inside..." She sounded heartbroken for some reason.

"S-sure, Tixi. Whatever you want." He kissed the top of her head. Henry didn't know why this had set her off so badly. Perhaps he had misunderstood how uncomfortable she was in a leaky and messy diaper. 'I need to get her into a new diaper!' All his previous thoughts were shifted backward in priority as concern for his wife's wellbeing took precedence.

The double doors to the nursery were reasonably innocuous things, nothing noteworthy at all. But as this place had continued to surprise Henry. At this point, he figured there was more to even these doors than they let on. He touched the handles with his free hand, and a burst of arcane energies reacted upon his touch and snaked away across his hand and into his arm. Soon he felt a calming feeling take root in his entire body. At that moment, his mind began to conjure up peaceful images of him being back in the nursery of the orphanage. Memories of days where his only worries were getting a nap, a bottle of milk, and a new diaper put on him.

Now the doors began to slowly open as his body savored the burst of infantile energies into his mind and soul. He felt giddy and playful, whose spirit was only dampened by his need to get Tixi into a fresh diaper. He became acutely aware of the state of his diaper, and a growing urgency to feel dry and safe in a new diaper was coming to the forefront of his adult mind. But as soon as the double doors opened, Henry and Tixi walked into a nursery that looked like something out of Henry's lewdest fantasies.

The first thing that took Henry's breath away was the size of it! It was quickly the size of a parade ground, one that could've held an entire company of knights in full armor and horses and still have room for their squires. The ceiling was tall enough that if an ogre were standing on top of the shoulders of another ogre, they wouldn't be able to touch it. The walls of this place were at least a dozen doors, each looking to be obscured by some magic but not enough to be hidden. They were out of sight enough that one couldn't see them unless they were trying to.

Henry was in awe of this room, and as he stepped into it, he felt the soft carpet under his feet. It was almost like he instantly knew that it was perfect for overgrown babies like him to crawl on it with their hands and knees. The room temperature was excellent, and there was even a gentle breeze that wafted around the large room. The smell of diapers, baby powder, linens, and fresh air were the most prevalent smells. But he could practically taste the air, seemingly saturated with honey, strawberries, vanilla, and cinnamon on it.

There was so much magic in this place! He could spot what looked to be moving images on the walls and ceiling with a cursory glance, giving the room a mid-afternoon light mixed with the feel of the surrounding forest from outside. There were even clouds up in the air, and with a few flying Cherubs, one would hear the sound of chirping. It felt like Henry and Tixi had walked into a druid’s grove. In the center of the ceiling was an artistic representation of the sun to top it all off. It glowed a bright orange and yellow in the room. It felt like the sun was beaming down rays of light and heat into the room, perfect for kids that wanted to play outside. Henry had to admit; it helped tie the room together.

However, what stood out was the host of moving and floating objects in the room as well. Henry had read and heard that the elves of Quel'Thalas could use magic to imbue mundane items like brooms, chairs, carpets, and other sundries to perform a task on their own. Henry could spot what looked to be all manner of infantile trinkets; floating rattles, bottles, toys, and pacifiers. No doubt about it, the magic in this room was likely the doings of Aegwynn, and perhaps others had used considerable arcane power to make this whole room work.

And in the center of this nursery, the real prize was the playground. Henry had seen one of the playgrounds in the noble district once he was making a delivery at his old job. It was a flashy-looking set of small play structures in the middle of a sandpit of all things. However, he could still remember watching a bunch of little kids and toddlers having the time of their precious short lives as they played around on it. Henry felt jealousy at the time for the carefree fun the kids were having, plus not playing on it himself. Seeing something like it here and now was a pleasant surprise. He could make out swings, slides, hanging bars, and a few more structures he didn't recognize.

Still, he couldn't stop the smile from appearing on his face. This adult-sized one looked quite fun, and he felt a burning desire to play on it. Did he and Tixi play on this thing a lot? They must have why they wouldn’t if the option was available to them.

"It's like the ultimate nursery," Henry whispered to himself in wonder and glee. He could only imagine what the orphanage would've been like for any kid that had access to such a place. The only thing that would've topped this place would be an on-site candy store or a portal to the Darkmoon Faire. There was, however, a part of him that was seemingly baffled by such an extravagant purchase. How wealthy was he to afford such a thing? Henry heard stories of the Heroes of the Northrend Campaign, and the Burning Crusade was practically drowning in gold, so much so that they had purchased all matter of expensive and rare goods. Had Henry done something so noteworthy and heroic, it allowed him to do the same?

He shook his head; there were far too many questions on his mind. Right now, he needed to see about getting Tixi changed. Honestly, where was that diaper bag of his? Having that on hand would've resolved the situation a lot sooner. As he and Tixi made their way further down towards the playground, Henry looked towards the obscured doors and decided on which one was the actual nursery. But as he looked around, he could see several of the floating objects heading towards him and Tixi.

Henry, while not wary, wasn't entirely comfortable with random animate objects just hovering or flying around him. And as he and Tixi got closer to the playground, more of the floating items swarmed around them. It was almost like Henry had been surrounded by chickens while carrying their feed. To his embarrassment and Tixi's, they were distracted by the rattles swaying around them along with a few toys. Their slightly infantile mindsets were focusing on the fun objects right in front of them.

"...I want a rattle." Tixi quietly remarked to Henry as she looked at a pink and red one hovering near her.

Henry blushed a little and nodded, "Me too." His eyes focused on a blue and gold rattle easily within his reach. Neither of them waited much longer, and their hands reached out to their respective items of interest. As if magnetically drawn to their outstretched hands, the rattles swiftly placed themselves into the palm of their hands. The two gave tentative shakes of the rattles and giggled at the noises they made. Henry felt better, especially since he got Tixi to laugh again after her last crying spell.

What was strange to note was that once they grasped the rattles, it caused the other objects to react further. Now a pair of pacifiers were presenting themselves to Henry and Tixi. The goblin didn't bother asking this time, merely opening her mouth and letting a pink soother enter it before she clamped down and started suckling. Henry raised his right eyebrow at how casually Tixi was acting. Still, looking at the golden-colored pacifier, it did look quite tempting. So figuring there was no harm, Henry opened his mouth. The pacifier unceremoniously plopped itself inside his mouth. Henry could taste fresh peaches on the nipple as he suckled.

By this point, whatever magic used on these items had also caused a soothing effect upon the two of them. They had certainly lived up to their intended purpose. Henry had kept his wits about him and kept looking for a place to get a fresh diaper for himself and Tixi. Looking down at his little green wife, Henry tried to determine what door was the changing room.

"Tixi, which room do we need to go to?" He asked and was only giving the sounds of suckling and the occasional rattle, "Sweetie?"

The goblin took a few seconds to respond, too enthralled with the rattle in her right hand, but when she did look up at Henry, he saw her browns eyes were wide-eyed and innocent. "I wanna pway!"

"Wha? No, Tixi, I need to change your diaper. It's full of poop and pee now." He tried to redirect towards what was important, but instead, she was starting to struggle and squirm in his arms. "No..." She moaned pathetically, and as if in turmoil, "Wanna pway!"

Henry sighed; he wanted to play as well, but seeing her so distraught before was overriding his want of fun. He had to be a good husband and playmate for Tixi, which meant first getting her into a diaper. "We can play after I change you."

"No..." She was now whimpering loudly, like a puppy wanting to go outside, and he could see tears appearing in her eyes again, "Wanna pway! Want to go down!" Now the little mage was trying to push off against him, causing Henry to feel a bit unbalanced. "Tixi, hold still! You are going to fall otherwise!" She wasn't listening at all and kept struggling. Henry did what he could to keep her close by without hurting her. He had plenty of experience with difficult toddlers and children in the past. So the struggling baby in his arms shouldn't be too different.

There was a problem, though, and one that Henry hadn't taken into account. Tixi was a fully grown adult goblin and not an actual small child. Tixi might have lost some muscle and gained a bit more fat, but she could still handle herself. And while her husband might have been a full-grown human male, Henry wasn't muscular either. A rather pathetic display of two weak adults wearing diapers, sucking on pacifiers, and holding rattles, struggling to gain dominance over the other, was followed.

Ultimately, Henry proved himself the weakest of the pair and lost grip of the goblin. This sudden release by Henry caused her to fall to the ground, landing right on her messy and wet diaper bottom. A reasonably loud squish sound was heard, almost causing an echo in the large room. For a few seconds, neither Tixi nor Henry said anything. But Henry knew what was coming again, and like back in Tixi's room, he saw tears, a quivering lip, and all the other things that followed last time.

"Not again..." He sighed to himself before Tixi went off. He barely had time to get those words entirely out of his mouth before the little baby-mage unleashed another wail that would've been better suited for a one-year-old. He braced himself for what came next.

"WAAAAAAAHHHH! MOOOOMMMMMYYYYY!!!!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, and Henry was surprised to see that her cries were causing a rather large reaction in the room. Suddenly, the obscured doors became fully revealed, and the room itself had developed a rather odd jingle that repeated itself after five or so seconds. All the animated objects that were swarming around Henry and now focused solely on the goblin. The rattle and pacifier that was previously on Tixi were floating beside her again. Whatever they were doing to calm her down didn't seem to be working.

Henry sighed and prepared to calm her down again. Kneeling beside her, he gently pulled Tixi into a hug, "It's okay; you just fell on your bottom; everything is fine." At this point, he was getting quite annoyed at the lack of fresh diapers around her. Honestly, why would he make it so that the only changing rooms were in the nursery of all places? He was going to make a change to that rule right after he got a diaper change for the two of them.

While he tended to the wailing adult baby in front of him, Henry failed to notice or hear the opening of a pair of doors. It was only after another thirty seconds of him trying to comfort Tixi that he felt the presence of two people approaching them.

"Who a causing aal de ruckus out here?" Henry blinked and almost perked up upon hearing that specific voice and accent that was easily recognizable. "Someone needs ah diaper change, mi tink!" And there was the second familiar voice that caused Henry to turn around in surprise.

Approaching from a path leading up to one of the doors, which Henry saw now fully opened, was none other than Uhzi and Fulrie. The green and white-haired troll priestesses were here as well? How did Henry get them to be here? Did he marry them as well?! He put those questions aside as he gapped upon seeing what they were wearing. Unlike the last time they were just plain naked, they were now wearing what looked to be priestess garb, albeit two sizes too small. It barely met the criteria for protecting one's modesty. Their shapely legs were on full display, and their lovely breasts looked ready to pop out at a moment's notice.

But what caught Henry's attention was what was in between their legs. They were both wearing diapers, peeking out from the robe protecting covering. They looked snow-white, and while not as thick as his or Tixi's, they were unmistakably infantile in design. He couldn't believe it, was everyone except Mira in diapers here?

They had smiles on their faces, though Uzhi frowned as they neared the two adult babies, "Okay, what seems to be de issue here?" She asked as she kneeled next to the crying Tixi. Fulrie, on the other hand, seemed to look at the animated objects floating around them, "Begone!" She shouted at them, and Henry watched as they flew away from the group.

Uzhi hadn't even bothered to acknowledge Henry. He did, however, notice that as soon as she kneeled, the back of her dress rode up and allowed Henry to see her diapered ass. Fulrie, meanwhile, noticed him staring at her sister's butt and giggled, which caused Henry to blush and look away.

Unaware of Henry's wandering eyes, Uzhi sniffed the air around both Henry and Tixi, grimacing as she smelted the goblin and then noticed the state of her diaper, "Oh, poor baby girl!" The troll's hands went to pick up the crying little woman. Still quite upset, she squirmed and whined as she was picked up by the diapered priestess, "There, there, nuh more tears." She gently coo'd at Tixi, who continued to cry, though she had buried her face into the troll's breasts.

Fulrie sighed and gently ran her fingers through the goblins' hair, "Come on now, be ah good example fi Henry here. He doesn't want to see yuh aal sad like yuh ah now." Though as she said this, the troll gently weighed the back of the mage's full diaper, "But mi can feel how heavy dis diaper a, an mi can understand why yuh ah an upset baby girl."

The two priestesses focused on calming down Tixi, which lead Henry to feel a tad left out, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

His question did get the attention of both Uzhi and Fulrie, the former who smiled at him, "Dat's all right, Henry. She'll need ah bath an ah new diaper, an she'll be right as rain." She was gently rocking the goblin in her arms now, "But mi thinks mi should give her something to keep her occupied." Henry watched as Uzhi right hand grabbed the front of her robe, smoothly moving it aside to allow her left breast to come into the open. This sudden nipple got both Henry's and Tixi attention, so much so that the latter stopped crying for a few seconds.

"Now put yuh mouth over dis titty an get some milkies, dat always comes babies like yuh down." Uzhi gently ordered, and Tixi didn't need much more motivation. The goblin latched onto the offered nipple, and the crying gently faded away to the sounds of her gurgles and suckling. Henry felt quite a bit of jealousy at the moment; somehow, he was missing out on all the breastfeeding action in his own home.

Fulrie turned to Henry and crossed her arms under her breasts, "Now then, can yuh explain to mi why yuh let Tixi stay ina such ah dirty diaper fi suh long?" The glare he was getting from Fulrie was a little disconcerting. Uzhi was also looking at him expectantly. Suddenly Henry felt quite small as the two women looked down at him, even though he could stare up and see their diapers.

How to explain that he forgot how to find a place like this and in his own home? "Uh, well...I guess we got lost on the way over here?"

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One more part for this chapter, but the dream will continue. This is a rather long part, so bear with it.

kerry · April 24, 2021

I'll bear with it, as you say, but I have to admit totally skimming through these chapters. By its very nature, a dream sequence (though it may prove prophetic in some ways) is mainly an interruption in a narrative. That's why they rarely last longer than a page or two. This one is so long and so detailed (and so weird) that I feel a lot like Henry, getting caught in random ever-changing hallways in a place I have never seen before. I wish I had a cherub or two to guide me, though.

Posterchina · April 26, 2021

See bottom author note.

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Chapter 15, Part Five

It took a little bit of time to explain, and during that time, Tixi continued to suckle for quite a while on Uzhi's breast. Henry was feeling quite a bit thirsty, but Fulrie kept him focused on what they did after leaving Mira's room. They both seemed to react upon hearing that they had sex with Mira and Tixi with amusement but even envy. When he explained that Tixi caused the mess in her diaper upon taking a potion, both the trolls sighed.

"Tixi, how many times do wi have to tell yuh to not take yuh potions without an adult's supervision!" Uzhi admonished the suckling infant, who paid them no mind. Fulrie meanwhile rolled her eyes and looked down at Henry, "An yuh said dat yuh got lost? How did yuh get lost ina yuh home, Henry?"

He wasn't sure how to explain it, "Uh, I'm mentally regressing into an infant?"

She snorted at his comment, "Dat's yuh excuse fi anything!" She lowered herself to his level, allowing Henry to get an eye full of her breasts and a quick peek of her diaper, "If yuh be turning into ah baby again, then maybe wi should keep yuh ina yuh crib fi de rest of de week, suh yuh'll be nice an safe!" It sounded like a threat of some kind, but with how Fulrie was smiling at him, it likely wasn't the worse thing to experience.

Uzhi speaks up again, "Regardless, mi needs to get this little aal cleaned up. Suh, wi'll be back ina ah little bit." Hearing her say this, Tixi removes her mouth from the priestess's breast and speaks up, "No!"

"No?" Uzhi asks aloud with surprise, while both Henry and Fulrie seemed confused at the goblin's outburst. Henry spoke up, "Tixi, you wanted a new diaper. Besides, you should go get a bath as well."

The little mage shook her head, "Want to pway with Henry!"

Fulrie sighed and looked towards the goblin, "Sweetie, Henry will be here when yuh ah aal nice an fresh."

All three could see tears starting to appear in her eyes again, "B-but it's my day with him! I wanna pway with Henry!" This little nugget of info was the first that Henry was hearing about this being her day to spend time with him. That might explain why Tixi showed up while he was with Mira; she was getting ready to spend the day with her playmate. It sounded like she cared quite a bit about being with him, almost like she wasn't allowed to otherwise.

'Well, that doesn't seem right. Why would I agree to something like that? Sure, I'd have to balance things out, but I should have time for everyone. It certainly looks like I don't have to go to work at all.' Henry thought to himself as he considered the strange rules and system in place with his family. The more he heard, the more it sounded like a new system needed to be in place.

He stood up and approached Uzhi and Tixi, "Baby, how about this," Henry started as he stared directly into the eyes of Tixi and grabbed her hand, "I'll make up for the time you are spent on you getting cleaned by taking you out on a date tonight. You know, like the one you were telling Mira and me about this morning. Would that cheer you up?"

Tixi's eyes brighten, and a surprised smile appeared on her face, "R-really?! Can I wear a big girl's dress and underwear and everything?!"

He was sure that Tixi didn't want to wear panties ever again and wanted to be a baby, but he wasn't going to deny such a simple request, "Sure. I'll even wear something big boy related." However, this comment caused all three of them to giggle and laugh, "What did I say?"

"Yuh wearing any big boy clothes?" Fulrie asked with some mocking amusement, "Oh sweetie, yuh'll just ruin them!"

Uzhi laughed as well, "Come on, henry, yuh can only eva be ah big baby."

Now his goblin wife had to comment, "Yeah, Henry, we can do adult things, but you still need to be a baby otherwise!" This comment, coming from Tixi of all people, caused all of them to start gently laughing.

Henry blushed and felt incredibly embarrassed. The three women in front of him were all wearing diapers, one of them with poop in it, and had breastmilk on her lips. However, they all agreed that Henry was still the biggest baby in this entire household. He felt a need to defend himself, his manhood, but he wasn't about to ruin this moment for Tixi. So he submitted and just awkwardly looked away, "Okay...I guess that makes sense." At the very least, he didn't sound bitter when he said that, just remembering to know his place.

The three laughing women ultimately took a few more seconds to calm down, but at least they were done laughing at Henry's. Uzhi was carrying Tixi on her hip, "Okay, mi'm going to take tixi to de bath. Wi'll be back in ah little bit. Fulrie, why don't yuh an Henry play here?" She gestured towards the playground. That did sound like a good idea to Henry, plus he'd be playing with Fulrie.

Said troll was smirking and then winked at Henry, "Sure, dat sounds like fun!" Kneeling back down to Henry, the troll subtly pressed her breasts together as she looked at Henry, "Yuh, don't mind playing wid yuh big sista, right?" Her hands went and grabbed his own, and he could feel sweat and heat on them. Somehow, Fulrie was the only woman who could make Henry feel like a young teen again, trying to flirt with a slightly older girl. It made him think of his failed attempts to get dates when he was younger.

"S-sure, you know I'd love to play with my big sissy." Henry figured out this is what Tixi meant when she said finding a "sissy." Now he wondered who qualified as an auntie in this place. 'I wonder if they are in diapers too?'

Uzhi nodded approvingly, "Well, since everyting a squared away, mi'll go get dis little stinker here aal nice an clean. Say bye-bye, tixi!" The buxom troll grabbed the goblin's hand and waved it at Henry and Fulrie. Tixi looked embarrassed and a little annoyed, but she still said a quiet 'bye-bye' towards Henry specifically.

"Wait," Henry called out before the two of them left. Henry waddled over to the pair and looked at Tixi, "I promise we'll still play before our date, Alright?"

Tixi slowly nodded, "Alright..." She gave him a small smile, which he returned before leaning in and kissing Tixi on the lips. The taste of Uzhi's breastmilk was still on the goblin's lips. He lingered for a few seconds as he pulled back, seeing the happy look on the goblin's face. Uzhi giggled, and Henry could hear Fulrie grumble for some reason. After that brief interruption, Uzhi started to walk away and commented on how much Tixi used her diaper. An audible groan could be heard from the goblin as the pair walked towards one of the mundane look doors.

While watching, Henry's eyes once again lingered on Uzhi's diapered ass that seemed to sway back and forth as she walked. As if sensing his gaze, she briefly turned her head to look at him with a sultry smile and then made a kissy face towards him. 'How did she...?'

The sound of Fulrie clearing her throat brought his attention back to the other sister, "If yuh aren't suh busy staring at mi sista's butt, mi do believe yuh an mi can play fi ah little bit." But before she did anything else, Fulrie walked over to Henry and proceeded to feel his diaper up with both hands, "Hmm, yuh diaper a getting pretty wet, but mi thinks yuh can go another wetting. If yuh feel de need to cry, though, go right ahead. Big sista fulrie will cuddle yuh between her nice boobies." Once again, Fulrie knew what buttons to press to get Henry to react, and he felt his cock pressing up against the diaper's wet padding.

"Can we...can we first play?" He tried to say without making a bigger fool of himself by wanting to press his head in-between her breasts right now. He couldn't help it. The playground looked fun!

She giggled all the same, "Of course, sweetie. Mi'm just pointing out if yuh need to do anything related to yuh diaper, an mi mean anything, yuh just let yuh big sista know, okay?" Fulrie had leaned her close enough to Henry to kiss him, and he felt her hot breath and gazed at the two gem-like eyes staring back at him with intensity and desire.

"O-okay..." He nodded slowly to his caretaker.

Fulrie seemed slightly disappointed when he didn't follow up with anything else but smiled the same. She then took his hand and started to lead him towards the playground proper. All the while, Henry stared at Fulrie's diapered ass and listened to it crinkled.

There was a universal truth when it came to being a kid, no matter what race or land you hailed from, and that was, children had to find ways to entertain themselves. Of course, how kids went about doing that was widely different. It could be quite tricky at certain times, and even more so if you were an orphan like Henry. His baby status hadn't helped things either, making it difficult for him to have fun the same way as his peers. But that never stopped him from trying.

And if there was one thing that was universally acknowledged, it was that children could find fun in climbing, exploring, and playing in what would otherwise be considered "dangerous" environments. Even in Stormwind, most people just accepted kids running around and getting places as long as they didn't bother the adults or get into trouble. Henry learned more than a few life lessons during his adolescent years, even with being babied most of the time.

But there was something to be said about having an actual place to play, like a designated play area. Light knows it probably would've prevented a lot of cuts, bruises, and embarrassing crying episodes that came from getting said cuts and bruises. Children tended to bounce back, but having something like a playground might have been an overall improvement for their little bodies. Now, as an adult, Henry had found that a playground would have been a fantastic addition back when he was growing up. No doubt a lot of children would've been swarming it all the time, and who could blame them?

The one inside his home was an absolute blast to play on. Even as an adult, though, Henry suspected being an adult baby helped. Either way, he was enjoying the slides, the swings, rope-bridge, and monkey bars. To his surprise, they seemed capable of carrying and holding his weight, no problem. He could even make out the quality of the wood, metal, and rope to be quite expensive as well. Figuring that once he decided to get a playground installed inside his own park/nursery, he might as well spend the money on making sure everything was the highest quality.

Extravagant didn't even begin to describe Henry's home.

Pushing such thoughts aside, Henry didn't consider all of these oddities to be a bad thing. He must have done something to earn money, the influence, and wanted a home for him and his wives to live comfortably. He didn't care what people might have thought about all of this; he was happy and having fun.

Speaking of having fun, he had just finished going down one of the slides, which seemed to quickly compensate for this wet diaper, allowing for a fast and fun drift down. "Henry..." A voice sang out to him from the "tower," as he called it. Henry looked up and blushed as he got a good look at the diaper under Fulrie's robe. Just as he thought, it was a pretty babyish one. He could see what he believed to be little voodoo figures and the symbols of Mami Wuta. It seems the priestess goddess was making sure that they remembered their status with her.

"Mi see someone can't stop looking up mi an mi sisters dresses." She smiled down at him before grabbing her robe and pulling it up, exposing both the diaper and her breasts for a few seconds before she pulled it down and laughed. "Mi believe dat's called "you show mi yours, mi show yuh mine"?" The grin she was sending him sent a shiver down his spine, "Yuh face always gets suh red when yuh see us. It makes mi feel wanted, even though we aren't married to yuh like de others." Fulrie remarked as she was now leaning against the rail on top of the tower.

"What?" Henry stopped what he was doing upon hearing that confirmation, "You and Uzhi aren't married to me?" He tried not to sound so upset, but he was sure that the two sisters were with him.

Fulrie looked confused as she saw the surprise on his face, "Of course, sweetie. Mami Wuta can't have us tied down to any one man, even if you are a one big baby most of the time. Plenty of other babies dat need us."

"Oh, I uh, well, I guess that makes sense." He didn't know why he felt so sad all of a sudden. Maybe it was the special bond he shared with the two trolls; they had taken care of him for days while stuck as Baby Henry. They taught him quite a bit, and they were just a joy to be around. He didn't like to consider the idea that he couldn't have them in his life.

'Maybe I am greedy. Uzhi and Fulrie were priestesses before they met me, and Mami Wuta has them helping others quite a bit. Still, I wanted them in my life.' Henry chuckled to himself, ruefully, 'Who am I kidding. I am too greedy.'

The diapered troll seemed to pick up on Henry's regret. She quickly made her way back down to where he was and gave him a gentle smile, "Henry, yuh know dis was de case. Suh, why ah yuh suh sad now?"

Henry wanted to deflect the question, maybe, or perhaps change the subject, but he was honestly getting tired of having to lie or pretend otherwise, "Because I want you and Uzhi in my life, our life." He made a sweeping gesture to everything around him.

Fulrie gave him a bemused smile now, "Silly baby, wi ah ina yuh life. Wi come an visit as much as wi can, but wi still have our duties to attend. Wi can't be yuh playmates, mommies, or wives full time. But wi ah still yuh 'big sisters,' diapers an infantile tendencies notwithstanding." She made a point by patting the back of her diaper, which caused Henry to giggle before he grabbed her right hand and squeezed it gently. He felt better when Fulrie squeezed it back and then leaned forward to kiss his forehead.

Henry, however, interrupted the action. Instead, he moved faster and kissed Fulrie on the lips. The sudden change in their affection didn't seem to discourage Fulrie, who returned the kiss with a bit more passion. Her hands lowered, and she gently grasped at Henry's padded backside, trying to feel his ass. Henry's hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer. The two enjoyed each other presence, so much so that Fulrie gently pushed Henry down into the sand and now started to aggressively make out with him and slowly grinding against his diapered crotch.

'Shit, I hope I don't get sand in my diaper!' He thought to himself as Fulrie tongue was exploring his mouth. The troll was taking the lead, and Henry found himself entirely at her mercy. The priestess had only pulled back from kissing Henry to work the straps of her robe and pulling it off. This state of undress, save for the diaper, amused Henry. So far, the only person not in a diaper was just Mira now.

"Be ah good boy," Fulrie spoke up now as she pressed her tits together before him, "An start suckling, mi tits have been full aal day. Mi save aal dis milk, just fi yuh, Henry." He could only see droplets of milk coming out of her nipples, and Henry only had to wait for her to lower her breasts to his mouth so his lips could latch on and start to suckle. The warm and smooth liquid flowed into his eager mouth, and with each swallow, Henry reminded himself how much he loved doing this, how it just made him feel so much like a baby. Yet as he felt up Fulrie's padded butt, he was keenly aware that the woman feeding him wasn't exactly a mommy at this moment.

Fulrie was grinding against him, which Henry supported by pulling her hips forward with his hands. He, in turn, was buckling his hips in tandem. His most recent memories of doing something similar to Mira entered his mind, but she hadn't been wearing a diaper and, well, wasn't a troll. Something about the more "brutish" races of the Horde that drove Henry wild, perhaps it was them being able to overpower him and be gentle when making love. Made him feel safe and secured when in their arms.

Still, he also wanted to feel Fulrie completely. He could even only barely recall having sex with her back at the priestess hut, so now was a good time to try to experience it again. He moved his hands away from her hips and went to tear the tapes off his diaper so he could let his cock out.

He didn't get far as she suddenly slapped away his hands, "Nuh! Bad boy, de diaper stays on." She stared down at him, like a predator asking her prey to challenge her. Though she did smile again as she started spoke, "Dat diaper won't go back on otherwise. Suh yuh'll have to enjoy the feeling of cumming against dat wet padding."

All he could do was making a gurgling sound as he kept suckling from her breast, but he didn't fight it in the end. It was a real loss in his mind, not being able to fuck Fulrie properly. However, she was at least making the current experience worthwhile in his mind. Suckling her delicious milk and their diapers humping each other was certainly fun.

Time seemed to drift by slow as the two engaged in their erogenous acts upon one another. The crinkling sounds from their diapers rustling against one another were intermittently disturbed by Fulrie's quiet words of encouragement to Henry, followed by her kissing some part of him. Henry would occasionally take his lips off Fulrie's breasts to gently caress her chest with his kisses. The sand beneath him felt nice and cool, though he was sure some of it was in his diaper now. Fulrie was happy, though, and Henry saw the amused smile and heard her giggles of pleasure. Henry would coo up at her and giggle like a baby, which only caused her to baby him further.

But as they went on with this back and forth, Fulrie surprised him by speaking up, "Hmm, mi need to pee." The look she was giving Henry was attractive; there were some embarrassment and mischief all at once. He was going to ask what she wanted to do, expecting her to wet herself, and he would be correct to assume so. However, he watched as Fulrie slid herself forward until he was sitting on his chest.

"Oof!" Henry coughed out as he felt the shapely creature now sitting on above where his lungs were, "Easy there," Although Henry's eyes, transfixed upon how close Fulrie's diapered crotch was to his face, could only stare. He could make out all the adorable images on the front of it, along with little details he missed before, such as the small moons and stars. Henry could smell the plastic, the baby powder, and the smell of her sex. And he could feel the heat coming from her crotch as well. As he looked up at Fulrie's face, she was blushing and grinning.

"Big sista Fulrie has seen Baby Henry looking at mi diapers dis entire time. Yuh ah fixated on diapers. Well, take ah good look..." She slowly remarked as her eyes closed, and she sighed in relief. He knew what was coming, but it was another thing to see it happen this close to his face. At first, it was slow, with him not seeing or hearing anything. That changed when he saw a small dark spot on the center of her diaper quickly expand. The familiar sound of particular liquid streaming and colliding with something was also apparent now. Fulrie gave a very adorable "Ahhh..." as she peed herself on top of Henry. He felt the growing weight and heat from the wet diaper, but not the smell of warm urine. It looks like whatever materials were inside these disposable diapers was keeping the fragrances contained, if only just barely.

He watched as the diaper itself started to expand quite a bit. The size of the discoloration on the front made it clear to him that Fulrie waited a while to pee. It was so thick now! He couldn't take his eyes off it. Another thought was also running through his mind as he realized something; 'A diaper girl just wet herself on my chest. I can't say I'd ever get this aroused from something like that, but now I know, and I want more.' He thought with some excitement. His cock was now begging for a release after such a thing.

The woman sitting on top of him giggled as she briefly felt him stir. Once finished with peeing, Fulrie moved forward a little more. Henry's nose was practically rubbing against the warm diaper now, and he could probably touch it with his tongue now, "Uzhi an mi used to hate dis feeling, but wi've grown to enjoy wetting our diapers like de babies wi take care of now." She spoke quietly now to Henry as her hands went and grasped his hands. She pulled them over his head as she looked down at him with a look of adoration.

Desire and amusement shined bright in her eyes as she spoke, "Yuh've made us aal into little deviants like yuhself, but to tell yuh de truth, dat's something mi love about yuh, Henry. Yuh one dirty little pervert, but dat a fine to mi." The troll sent him one last smile before she moved up further and proceeded to rub her wet, diapered crotch into Henry's face.

To say that he was surprised was an understatement; Henry had never had someone practically sit on his face with a wet diaper before. The smells of urine and baby powder were overpowering, but it was also extremely arousing to him. He had no idea what he was supposed to do here. Fulrie would periodically move a little so he could breathe, but otherwise, she was holding him in place as she ground her diapered pussy against his face. Henry, meanwhile, was bucking his hips as he tried to hump the air in a vain attempt to cum.

Fulrie laughed good-naturedly to him, "Don't worry, big sista a just teasing yuh fi ah little bit. Just let mi cum dis way, an then mi'll return de favor." Her definition of "teasing" was quite odd. What startled Henry was when he could swear that he could feel the outline of Fulrie's pussy through the wet padding against his face. There wasn't anything he could do to "aid" Fulrie in this act of debauchery, nor was there much else he could do aside from humping the air in futility. So, he whimpered and moaned pitifully.

Hearing his pathetic mewling must have been the right option as Fulrie hissed through clenched teeth in pleasure, "Yeah, dat's ah good baby. Aal yuh need to do a accept wat's happening an let yuh big sista finish up. But don't cry, if yuh start crying, then mi'll feel bad. An yuh don't want yuh big sista to feel bad, right?" He'd have shaken his head or said something, but the near mouthful of the diaper and her crotch keeping his head in place prevented him. The only indication that Fulrie was close to finishing was two things; her breathing increased, and Henry smelled something sweet coming from the diaper. Somehow, through the smell of urine, baby powder, and plastic, Fulrie's smell had become noticeable.

The troll was now gasping, "O-oh, oh, fuck! Almost there..." Henry could barely hear Fulrie as the plastic rustling and the smells were depriving him of his senses. Then again, that might have been oxygen deprivation as well. Fulrie was riding his face, though, like she was riding his cock, and enjoyed herself. He just wished there was a way to touch her while she was doing all of this; he wanted to cum so badly right now.

Finally, and after what Henry believed to be five minutes of Fulrie humping his face, he felt her thighs wrap around his head, and now Fulrie's diaper was smothering his entire face. And like what happened when he was eating out Mira, he felt his oxygen starting to go. He barely heard the troll panting and moaning loudly with puffy padding in his face.

"Yes, yes, yes, oh Mami Wuta, yes!" She started crying out, and as Henry felt his mind starting to blackout, he felt her legs stiffen around his head, "Ahh...fuck!" The troll whisper-yelled one last time before going motionless, her diapered crotch still on top of Henry's face. The baby boy under her barely registered that Fulrie had just came in her diaper, not until he felt her body move.

As she pulled away, Henry took in a breath of fresh air and coughed slightly, "Woah, that was..." He trailed off as he spoke, not sure how to describe what just happened, "Wow." As he retrieved precious oxygen, he felt a few droplets of something on his face. Taking the time to readjust, he looked and saw what look like strands of milk emerging from Fulrie's breasts. The sex had stimulated her nipples into producing milk, resulting in a few stray droplets emerging. Fulrie hands had stopped pinning Henry, but he remained motionless, opting to gaze up at the panting woman on top of him. Fulrie looked almost embarrassed at what she had done. It was like she had just taken part in some guilty pleasure.

The blush on her face was mesmerizing to Henry. He could recall that Fulrie was a rather calm woman, seemingly the one that mocked little boys like Henry during the act of sex. Seeing her looking this embarrassed showed Henry a different side of the priestess.

To his disappointment, she got off of Henry and stood up now. Henry continued lying on his back on the cold sand, trying not to focus on the raging erection in his diaper. He wanted to jerk off, but he was far more interested in Fulrie right now. As she stood up, his focus was on the sagging and wet diaper between her legs. Fulrie soaked the garment, and Henry couldn't believe that it had been right in his face when it happened. Even more when he faces up against it. Never, in his time spent on this world in diapers, had he expected such a thing to ever happen to him nor how aroused it made him.

He wanted to ask the priestess what brought this on, but she, however, turned her back to him and grabbed her robes. Henry felt a little disappointed as he watched don the clothing again but almost gaped and laughed as he saw the robe now did absolutely nothing to hide the diaper around her waist. It was sagging so much that Henry could see most of it regardless of the gown. It was amusing to see her smooth out her robes and pretend that she looked presentable.

When she turned around again, Henry couldn't stop the laugh as he now the cute imagery on the diaper peeking out from below the dress. Fulrie, no longer as embarrassed, took it in stride, "Yes, yes, yuh can see mi wet diaper enough." Henry was about to say something when he saw her raise her right foot and then brought it down upon the front of his diaper. Fulrie hadn't been wearing any shoes, which allowed her troll-sized feet and toes to grip the wet padding and masterfully grind into his still erect cock.

Henry couldn't stop the moaning and squirming as he felt the priestess foot pressing into him, "Fulrie...please!" He was begging now as he pulled himself up a little to get a better view of the troll, trying to masturbate him with her foot.

The troll gave him a small smirk and tsk'd at him, "Oh, nuh, nuh, nuh. Just because mi masturbated doesn't mean mi can permit yuh to do suh. Mi'm just ah big sista; only an auntie or mommy can let yuh jerk off. Granted, mi'm sure yuh an tixi were trying to do just dat while yuh were out of de nursery. But babies aren't allowed to make cummies inside de nursery, those ah de rules." She then removed her foot, and Henry whined loudly at losing his physical stimulus.

His "big sister" didn't give him the chance to finish what she had started. Fulrie bowed over and grabbed Henry's arms, and pulled him up into a standing position. He winced as he felt an awkward feeling from his erection, trying to find a release. He struggled against her stronger grip, which prompted Fulrie to frown at Henry.

"Hey, don't go touching yuhself, yuh hear mi? if mi sees yuh doing dat ina front of mi mi'll put ah chastity cage on dat little cock of yours!" This time Henry could hear that the threat was real, and he whimpered and nearly cried. He wanted to jerk off so bad! It wasn't fair though, why did Fulrie have the right to do it and using his face of all things?!

"It's not fair!" He blurted out, "Why did you get to masturbate?! I want to make cummies in my diaper too!" Henry didn't intend to sound so irritable, but there wasn't exactly how to say such a sentence gracefully.

All he got was a sigh from Fulrie, "Yuh need to learn patience an control yuh urges. Yuh ah suh needy. If yuh want to be an adult, yuh need to be able to control de beast inside yuh soul." She got closer to Henry, their bodies now touch again, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, "Henry, yuh a one special man an our baby. Wi only wat's best fi yuh, but mi suppose everyone here a sending mixed messages. Still, just as wi take care of yuh, yuh need to help take care of us. An sometimes dat means not being able to do something dat yuh enjoy. But if it matters suh much to yuh, mi'll make it up if yuh ah able to control yuhself right now, fi mi."

Her forehead was touching his, and she was looking at him with those otherworldly eyes, Henry felt small again but also soothed and calmed, "O-okay," He nodded slowly, "I won't touch myself right now..." It came out quietly, and he had to look away. Still, Fulrie smiled and kissed his nose. "Good boy." The kiss tickled him, causing him to giggle.

Feeling there was a brief moment between the two, Henry wrapped his arms around her waist and craned his neck up to kiss the taller woman. His lips barely touched hers when he heard something erupt around the room. It was like a whining sound, artificial in nature, and on a repeat. Henry looked around concerned, but as he was about to ask Fulrie what was happening, she just sighed and pulled away from Henry.

"Well, it looks like wi have guests coming over. Mi'll need to go an greet them since Uzhi an Mira ah evidently busy."

Still confused, he looked at Fulrie in confusion, "What the hell is going on?" He pointed towards a random direction of where he heard the sound.

"Dat? Mi guess yuh can call it our doorbell." That didn't answer his question, but Fulrie focused on something else. Henry followed her gaze towards one of the undescriptive doors, the one that had just randomly opened once the alarm for Tixi's crying spell started. She then looked back at Henry, "Do mi ah favor? There a another baby ina de cribs dat need to have an eye kept on. Tink yuh can be ah big boy an keep them company?"

"What?" Henry wondered who else was here and counted as a playmate for him, "Uh, sure?"

Fulrie gave a broad smile to him, "Good boy! Mi'll be sure to reward yuh fi being ah nice helper." Henry looked ready to roll his eyes, "Mi'll let yuh fuck mi fi ah bit, maybe even let yuh try some anal if yuh do ah good job." He nearly went slack-jawed upon hear Fulrie utter that line. He didn't have the chance to ask what she meant by "anal," Fulrie was already walking towards the entrance to the nursery. There was a pronounced waddle in her gait, and Henry wondered if she was embarrassed that whoever she would meet would easily see the diaper she was wearing. Something told Henry that Fulrie was expecting it.

She paused in her steps and turned back to look at Henry, "Oh, one more thing. Don't get ina de crib wid them!" She smirked as she saw the confused look on his face and went back to leaving the nursery in a hurry.

After about thirty more seconds, the alarm ended, and Henry was left in an empty nursery and by himself. As he looked towards the door that Fulrie pointed out, he started making his way towards it. He took only a few more steps before he noticed how wet his diaper was now and, with the stiffy in his diaper rubbing against it, made the feeling all the more uncomfortable.

Henry sighed as he gripped the front of his diaper, "I need a new diaper. And I need to jerk off as well. Plus, I want to find out what is going on here!" He grumbled the last part as he made his way towards the next part of this crazy place.

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Okay, so, this is the last part for this chapter. However, if the "dream" sequence is that frustrating, I'm going to need to do something since the next chapter continues it. And it's a rather huge one. So I'm going to either continue on with little parts (but that will take a while) or I could post the whole thing, let it sit for a 3-4 days and then just move on. It's a decent compromise, I think. Since it just means you can either read or glance it over at your leisure, or you can just wait till like Friday when I start moving going through the next chapter.

kerry · April 26, 2021

50 minutes ago, Posterchina said:

Okay, so, this is the last part for this chapter. However, if the "dream" sequence is that frustrating, I'm going to need to do something since the next chapter continues it. And it's a rather huge one. So I'm going to either continue on with little parts (but that will take a while) or I could post the whole thing, let it sit for a 3-4 days and then just move on. It's a decent compromise, I think. Since it just means you can either read or glance it over at your leisure, or you can just wait till like Friday when I start moving going through the next chapter.

I guess I can assume that you are primarily addressing me, since I’m the only one consistently commenting. So:

What you do with your story is, of course, your own choice. My personal reference is that you do as you have suggested and post the rest of the dream all at once. I’m just not finding it that interesting since: 1) as a dream, it exists only in the subconscious mind of the main character and not as a part of any objective reality...and therefore what happened here plays as a (very) long digression; and 2) all the fappy stuff without any adventure seems to be contrary to the focus of the story. I’m not a gamer, but I assume that WOW, Fortnight, DnD and the like don’t simply pause the action to dive deeply into a specific character’s sexual fantasies. ?

Posterchina · April 29, 2021

Alright, we'll just do this like "normal" then. I will make the parts a bit longer, just so can "speed" through this.

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Chapter 16, Part One: Metaphysics and Recovery

The first thing that Henry noticed wasn't that the room was pitch black or the smell of baby powder; instead, it was a familiar sound of gentle music. Though it was more like a lullaby, the type used to help children, toddlers, and babies get to sleep. However, the adult baby that had entered the room knew what it was, quite intimately even. Perhaps one of the first memories that Henry could recall was hearing the same lullaby in the sleeping crèche at the orphanage. The melody was a constant companion for many nights as he grew up.

He felt himself relax as he stepped into the pitch-black sleeping chamber. The darkness seemed to amplify his memories of his earliest days in the orphanage and his gradual decline into permanent babyhood. This music was something that Henry both coveted and dreaded hearing again. Even back at Valrah's cabin, she hadn't used a similar lullaby in the room that Henry had awoken in after their fated meeting. It was another part of himself that he had attempted to leave behind in hopes of moving past being just Baby Henry. But in the darkness, both joyous and bitter memories briefly surfaced again.

No doubt about it though, this lullaby was the same one. It even had precisely the same musical tone and pitch. From what Henry could recall, this was an elven tune that had made its way to the human kingdoms and quickly became part of every newborn's room either by a musical box or through magical means. It shouldn't have surprised him to hear the lullaby, but it was still quite unnerving, even if it brought familiar comfort.

As best he could anyway, Henry ignored it and focused on finding the other baby in this room. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness, as he was so caught up in his memories, and started to notice that it was a rather large room. How big is this nursery exactly? It had multiple rooms connected to an already sizeable atrium-like section for a playground. Whatever the size, he could make out at least a dozen silhouettes for adult-sized cribs.

Again, memories of the sleeping room came back to the forefront of his mind. Henry could still recall being the only five-year-old in a place full of toddlers and babies, wondering why all his peers were suddenly gone. He could remember feeling confused and sad when the matrons explained that they had gone to the other rooms to sleep in beds. Henry wasn't capable of speech by then. Though Henry was nearly seven before asking the matrons why he was the one that needed to stay in the crib room. Henry recalled asking to sleep in a bed at one point. The matrons laughed and told him when he was "older" and ready, they'd consider it.

He didn't argue the point; he just agreed with them and accepted that he needed to sleep in a crib. After all, he was a baby, which he loved to be, and the matrons loved it as well. When he was ten and finally moved out of a crib and into a bed, Henry could recall crying and wailing for his crib. He blushed as he fondly remembered one of the young matrons staying with him for his first night in a bed, watching over him until he fell asleep. He remembered nursing from her breasts, which helped him fall asleep in the end. After that, it got a bit easier.

Now, as he looked around the sleeping crèche, he could only imagine this room filled with adult babies like him and in each crib. Henry knew how noisy and chaotic it would be getting a bunch of babies and toddlers asleep. The cries for last minutes bottles, diaper changes, stories, and playtime made for a tiresome mess. Then there were the many instances of an infant waking up in the middle of the night and wailing. For his own sake, Henry learned to sleep deeply because of it, but even he'd sometimes wake up to cry for a diaper change or a bottle. It was one of the few perks that came to be a baby for so long. He could even recall getting breastfed in the middle of the night to help put him back to sleep.

The idea that many adults would, potentially, go through the same thing was mindboggling to Henry. The noise alone from a bunch of wailing adults would probably even wake him, but it was a rather cute and even erotic image in his head. He could easily see Tixi, clad in a soaked nighttime diaper, crying for a bottle of milk, or even Fulrie and Uzhi cuddling together in a crib as they sucked on their pacifiers. It was so easy to imagine a bunch of cooing, gurgling, and giggling adults in their cribs, the lingering smell of diapers, powder, and whatever else hanging in the air. And somewhere, Henry was in the middle of this group-wide mess. Out of all the adult babies, he'd be the biggest one of them all.

It would be a return to what life was like for him during his first decade in the nursery. As embarrassing as it was, Henry had full reign over it. He was the biggest kid, regardless of being the biggest baby. Still, Henry at least never tried to lord over the other kids. The thought of pretending to be better than anyone else, especially after his constant dismissal by potential parents, humbled him quite a bit. It paid off in the end as well. No one ever tried to enact "vengeance" against him for being a bully. But as he stood in the darkroom, imagining what it would be like now, he couldn't help but feel a little bit of amused pride that he was the one that brought everyone together.

Excitement welled up physically as his cock hardened at the thought of such an extravaganza taking place in his home. Henry wondered if this was like these rumored "orgies" that took place in noble estates. He'd like to imagine that in his house, there was probably quite a bit of sex involved, even with the infantile play. After everything that happened within the last couple of hours, at least what Henry thought to be hours, it wouldn't have surprised him all that much.

'Gods be good; do I make the others watch?' It would've been a very enticing power play by Henry to have some of the girls watch as he got fucked by someone else. Of course, maybe the girls made sure he could only watch as they "played" with one another after being confined to a crib — a rather confusing fantasy, but an erotic one nonetheless.

Henry pushed these fantasies aside; he had a job to do and might finally get that diaper change he needed. As he moved forward, his toes could feel the very soft plush carpet and what he believed were blankets. It was difficult to tell in the darkness, but the floor itself might have been comfortable enough to sleep on if one didn't want a crib. Toddlers and infants tended to find anywhere to nap, so that didn't surprise him. But as he tried to make his way around this place, he didn't even know where to begin. He had to check for a crib, but there were so many. His memories of the orphanage reminded him that it was impolite and rude to make too much noise if babies were napping. Not everyone could sleep so soundly like him.

While not stumbling in the darkness, Henry had only a vague sense of where he was. The door behind him had closed somewhat, leaving only a tiny sliver of light entering the crèche. He felt around for the cribs, which, while lined up in a circular pattern from what he could tell, were still some distance from each other. Like a blind man trying to feel for a path, the intrepid diaper boy tried softly, calling out for whoever was in here.

"Hello?" He murmured to each crib as he approached, "Is anyone here?" Henry spoke this to about three empty baby beds before he heard the sound of rustling blankets and movement in a far-off crib. "Hello?" He called out again as he slowly approached the noisy crib. Whoever was in there hadn't responded to him yet, and Henry couldn't make out the figure in it. Still, it wasn't like he was in any danger. No doubt, everyone in his home was here of their own free will. Or better yet, a lover of some kind.

As his hands gripped in the darkness, they finally landed on the baby-bed that seemed to have someone in it. "Okay, Fulrie needs me to check on you." He whispered but received no response. Frowning, Henry realized that he would need to lower the crib's railing to check on the current occupant. He had no idea how these cribs worked, but he assumed they were similar enough to actual baby ones. Henry, of course, had plenty of experience with these types of furniture and felt around for where the latch should have been. In only a few seconds, he found it. "Hold on, let me lower the railing." He spoke quietly, hoping that the person was awake.

Taking steps not to cause a ruckus, Henry slowly lowered the railing. Taking the time now, Henry could smell the familiar scent of clean bedding mixed with baby powder and, surprisingly, jasmine. It was faint, but the smell of sweat was also prevalent. He was so focused on the smells; he didn't seem to notice the figure slowly sitting up. His eyes, however, adjusted to the darkness just enough so he could see hands quickly reaching out and then suddenly grabbing him.

"Ahh!" Henry yelped as whoever was in the crib was capable of pulling him. Henry's body was halfway in now, and he felt smooth but muscular skin under his arms and chest. "H-hey, what are you doing?!" He tried speaking up but soon felt this person swiftly shift their body. In only a few seconds, he felt the weight of this person sitting on his stomach while he was now on his back. He felt the warmth of the blanket and sheets under him and could tell how hot it was from the person that was just a few seconds going lying on them. They finished whatever they were doing by pulling his body completely into the crib's interior.

Fulrie's warning came back to the front of his mind, and Henry realized that he had failed to heed it.

Henry could feel the diaper of his captor on his stomach and idly noticed that it was quite a thick one. Probably a nighttime diaper, similar to the ones that Henry would wear. It seemed this person was also a heavy wetter in their sleep. As he considered this observation, Henry barely had time to hear the railing pulled up again by the other occupant. They were powerful to do all of this within the span of what felt like a minute.

Any thoughts or concerns he had on this predicament left his head when he felt a pair of soft lips upon his own and a hot tongue entering his mouth. No longer just sitting on him, the figure had gracefully lowered themselves down to start kissing him. Henry was, in part, happy to discover it was a woman in this crib. The feeling of stiff nipples on his chest was the first indicator, and her slender body was the other. What did surprise him was as she kissed him, he felt something akin to tusks brushing up against his lips.

'Tusks?' It took him a few seconds to figure it out, 'Atda?!' Henry stopped kissing her for a few seconds to pull away and exclaim, "Atda?!"

"What?" He heard the familiar voice of the orc huntress, "Heh, just be quiet," She remarked as Henry felt her lips trailing down his neck. He wanted to ask her why she was here as well until he felt a bitting sensation on his neck, "OW!" He yelled in pain but didn't try to push off the orc in reflex. 'What the hell is going on here?!' There was now a slight pain in his neck, but it didn't feel like she had drawn blood. The squirming baby boy felt like he was back in the cabin of the ship again as Atda just had his way with him.

Although he noticed that she wasn't pinning him in place to do so, if anything, her arms were around him in an embrace. Henry's arms had wrapped around her waist and were gently trailing up and down her back. It was embarrassing to think that upon finding out it was Atda, he fell back into old habits and accepted what was happening now. Atda, meanwhile, had finished bitting down onto his neck and pulled away from him. In the darkness, Henry could only make out the vague figure of the orc as she pushed herself with her hands. For a brief moment, he could hear her fiddling around with some. To his surprise, a small light appeared in the crib. It was a very gentle blue, akin to moonlight. It had appeared from somewhere in this infantile cage of theirs. Henry's eyes didn't go blind from the unexpected source of illumination, which allowed him to gaze upon his huntress.

The light provided by the crib gave Atda an ethereal glow, the sweat on her body giving her skin a glistening look. As he looked up at her face, that familiar smirk was adorned on her lips, those hungry eyes looking down at him, and that wild red hair. He idly noticed that the hair had gotten a little longer as well. That seemed to be a theme with a lot of the girls now. As he glanced down, he saw her muscular body had only changed somewhat. He felt a bit sadden to see a bit more fat on her body, but Atda still looked like she could've easily kicked Henry's ass. Her breasts had gotten bigger, plumper almost, and he could see those dark nipples even in the low light.

That was when the aura of womanly strength faded away, though, for nestled between her breasts was a necklace holding a red pacifier. As Henry looked further down, his gaze focused on the single item of clothing, Atda's diaper. It seemed that Henry's last prank had stuck with the orc. Tapped around her waist was a nighttime diaper, and while he couldn't tell in this lighting, he was positive Atda had used it thoroughly. It was white with red and yellow trim to it, with little Horde figures adorned on the front. It was a puffy diaper, and he idly wondered if the orc would even feel anything if he tried to feel her up.

Henry was in awe as he stared and realized what had happened. Atda wasn't a mommy anymore. She was just a baby, like him and Tixi. And from the look of things, a hot, sweaty, and wet baby that just woke up from a nap. Henry was starting to notice how warm it was in this crib. Was this a punishment or something? Maybe Atda was in here for a reason, but who sweatboxes a baby?

"Looks like I caught a wandering baby boy once again," Atda suddenly spoke up, but softly, "Now, I guess you and I need to wait for someone to get us out of here." She lowered herself down upon Henry, looking at him directly in the eyes, "Now, whatever shall we do to pass the time?"

Henry felt his body heating up quite a bit, either due to the crib or his arousal, but he was still confused, "W-what do you mean? Just lower the crib's railing?"

"Hmm?" She tilted her head to the side, and Henry couldn't help but think of a dog for a second, "We can't do that; one only open it from the outside." Atda moved herself up a little more, "Besides, I don't want you to leave. I have you right where I want you." Her hands were running up and down his chest, "All those bitches outside think they can have you, but you are mine!" She whispered fiercely, "The only one you should be fucking every night is me! Got it?!" Henry could see that fiery look in her eyes as she gazed sincerely at him, "I want you to promise me you'll only be with me."

"I, uh, that's a..." Henry trailed off as he saw something else in her eyes. Desperation, almost like a plea in her eyes. He never thought he'd see something like that from Atda. It was like she was afraid that Henry was going to leave her for someone else. A brief but poignant fear struck at Henry; had he done that before? Others had already told him that the women he loved had to schedule time with him, and there was some hierarchy in place. What had these marriages become?

"Yes," He suddenly spoke up without thinking, "I promise I'll be only with you, Atda." Henry couldn't believe that he just said that he was making things worse now. What would the others say? What would Atda when he inevitably broke that promise?

To his surprise, he heard a small chuckle from the orc, "Heh, liar." Her hands moved and were now interlinked with his as she kept staring at him, "I'm just fucking with you anyway. Don't go making absurd promises that you can't keep." Henry felt her hands squeeze his own a little more, "Honestly, why did I even fall in love with you?"

Henry couldn't help but chuckle a little, "Well, I suppose you don't love me because I just tell you what you want to hear?" He half-joked, which in turn caused Atda to let out a bark of laughter.

"You might be able to swoon all these women, Henry. But it wasn't because you are some paragon of masculinity." There was still some gratefulness in her eyes as she started down with a small smile, "Still, thank you for at least humoring me."

Around this point, Henry idly noticed that the orc had ever so slowly been grinding her diapered crotch against his padded cock. So far, though, Atda hadn't done anything else aside from holding this conversation with Henry. The heat inside the crib, while not unbearable, was somewhat stifling. Henry felt a bit of sweat starting to form across his body, but he didn't comment on it.

"Honestly though," Atda started speaking again, "You should be grateful to have a woman like me in this harem of yours; it seems I'm the only one that reminds you of your place." There was a teasing look in her eyes now, "When we married, I had to give up getting real cock and be content with that baby dick of yours." Her words caused him to be embarrassed more than angry. From what he remembered, Atda likely had many lovers who were "bigger" than Henry. That adult part of him wanted to argue, and rightfully so, as he had his share of lovers now.

"Well," Henry stated, "It seems you also gave up being considered a mommy now. Seeing as how you are nothing more than a baby here as well." He countered with a small smile and rewarding his teasing with a burning glare from Atda, but he could briefly make also darkened cheeks.

"Shut up!" She almost yelled to him, and Henry winced as he felt her squeezing, "Those bitches think I'm a baby like you, Tixi, and the others!" Others, what others, did she mean Fulrie and Uzhi? "But I'll get my Spirits damned mommy status back, and then they'll be the ones pissing in diapers, having a bedtime, and needing to suckle from my breasts!"

The image of Atda having to nurse from Mira or Fulrie's tits was helping Henry keep his erection going, but it was also Atda's words. The idea of her, somehow, getting everyone not already in diapers needing to wear them was pretty erotic in his mind. As the huntress spoke, she increased her grinding against his padded crotch, "And you," She started as she made sure Henry was looking at her in the eye, "Once I'm finished with you, you'll be as helpless as a newborn. But you'd like that, wouldn't you!"

He couldn't stop the moan from leaving his throat, "Atda..."

She ignored him as she was now keeping him in place, "You might be my husband, but I'm going to be your mommy again, and I'll make sure you don't ever run away from me again." Henry could barely make out a twinge of certainty in the orcs words, "Even if I have to use magic to remove your strength and stamina to that of a real baby." The huntress lowered herself and briefly bit his neck before speaking, "But you'll always be mine, and I'll always be yours." She whispered huskily to Henry now.

There was a rising heat inside the crib, and Henry could now feel it intently upon his body. "Atda, it feels...hot in here." He briefly muttered as he felt like he was now in august summer weather, minus the humidity at least.

The orc briefly looked up from necking him, "Oh," She coo'd at him, "Is someone getting all hot and bothered by my words?" Henry heard a rueful chuckle, "You never did last long under pressure. Do you remember our 'mating ceremony'? So much more interesting than those boring weddings. But I can remember how you didn't last long after I took you to my bed, and you fucked me with that little cock for an hour." Her gentle laughter was more teasing now, "I had to put it back in a diaper to make sure you didn't squirt out any more cum on accident. You were practically humping the air when we finished."

The heat on his face wasn't because of the warmth from the crib, "That is...you are exaggerating."

Atda laughed again, "No more than you exaggerate how much of a 'man' you are to all of us," He winced when he felt her bite a part of his neck, "I might have needed diapers for our night together, but I was still the woman that had to show you how to be a man in bed."

"Atda, I know how to pleasure you girls," He not so gently whined to his green lover.

"Do you?" That line seemed to cause her to break away from necking him, and she sounded a tad annoyed, "Well then, let's see if you can back up that claim." He didn't have much chance to say anything else as he saw Atda's hands move right to the tapes of his diaper. Without much effort, she ripped them off and pulled the whole diaper off of Henry.

"Wahh!" Henry exclaimed, in a brief panic, "Atda, no, my diaper!" He tried to reach for the soiled infantile garment, but the orc was taller than him and kept it out of reach, "Give it back; I need my diapers!"

She laughed as she saw the terrified look on his face, "So pathetic! But I guess that's what I get for marrying a big baby like you. Well, at the very least, you know your place." The orc sent him a vicious grin before she started speaking, "Baby Henry wants his diapey back? Does he want his widdle peepee rubbing against its thick padding so he can make cummies in it?" Her baby-talk speech only made his desire for the diaper all the more embarrassing.

"Atda, please!" He cried out now, and he felt tears stinging at his eyes, "I don't want to make a mess!" Henry rarely, if ever, wanted to be out of his diapers. No matter what embarrassment they brought him, they were one of the few things that brought him comfort even in his weakest moments. His babyish side liked the ease and feelings of security, while his adult-baby personality was aware of both the want and need he had towards them.

The orc held up the wet diaper and briefly sniffed it, "Woah, smells like piss, cum, and sex!" She glanced down at his crotch, now open for the world to see, and smirked as her free hand grabbed the semi-erect shaft, "And you were planning on cumming in it again? So naughty, using a garment that babies need for such an adult thing. Especially when you have all of us in your life." The orc leaned forward, so her breasts were dangling right above Henry's face, "You are such a pervert Henry, if you aren't fucking one of us, you are just humping a diaper thinking about us." Atda glanced at the diaper in her hand again before she tossed it over the railing.

"No!" Henry called out again and squirmed as he saw his garment getting flung out of reach. He squirmed further as if attempting to get out from under the stronger woman's hold. The orc didn't give him the chance to react, as she soon began to jerk him off aggressively. This action had a calming effect for Henry, who could only whimper and moan as he felt the stimulation.

"See how easy it is to calm you," Atda was back to teasing him, "Let mama Atda take care of you, and we'll be both all happy, okay?" Henry could barely react as the orc was still jerking him off, but he could get the last word out.

"Nice...try, Atda." He gasped as he felt her hand gripping his shafted hard now, "But the state of that diaper," He breathed out a little, "Says otherwise."

There was a pause and then silence before Atda started to growl at him, "You are quite impudent, you baby!" With her now free hand, she grabbed Henry's face and pulled herself a little closer, "And quite mouthy," Now he could see a smirk on her lips, "So I should put it to good use!" Pulling away, he watched as Atda removed her hand from his face and penis before seeing them go towards her diaper.

Henry heard tapes pulled off and then stared with unrestrained excitement as Atda's glistening pussy came into view in the low-light. To see it resting on soaked diaper padding made it relatively easy for Henry to maintain his erection. Before long, the orc grabbed her diaper and, without any preamble, tossed it over the railing, just like she had done with his diaper. What was she planning now? Henry was worried about one of them making a mess in this hot crib while both of them were in it.

Speaking of the heat, even wholly naked now, Henry still felt like he was in a sweatbox. All this excitement wasn't helping things for either of them. The smells from their collective bodies were also quite noticeable now. Something about it was driving him crazy with excitement. Henry knew that sex was anything but clean, especially with all the stuff he'd done so far, but right now, it felt like he was taking things to another level. Or at least Atda was planning on it.

"I'll teach you to backtalk me," She spoke up suddenly as her naked body was on display, "So here is what I'm going to do. I know you like to use that little tongue to eat out some of the girls, so you are going to do the same to me." She remarked and then began to reposition herself. It was awkward for Henry as Atda's entire weight shifted from his lower half to upper. His eyes went wide, though, as the orc brought down her whole pussy onto his face, smothering his mouth and nose with a plethora of odors. The smell of orc musk, lingering baby powder, sweat, and piss was all-encompassing.

The orc gave a cute and throaty moan as she positioned herself, "Ngh!" She breathed out before speaking, "Put that mouth of yours to work, baby boy! But so help me, if you cum before I do, I'll tan your hide." Henry barely heard her orders as he felt her tongue starting to lick across his groin. Henry felt her hands grabbing and her claws gently poking his thighs. On his end, it was a tad challenging to breathe, but unlike with Fulrie, he at least had an easier time moving his mouth around. He did what felt normal in this situation; his tongue licked around the orc's vulva, searching for that "magic bean" all women had.

For a minute or two, there were just the sounds of sucking and licking heard inside their shared crib. Every so often, their bodies shifted to get into a much more comfortable position. Henry had never done anything like this before, hadn't even really fathomed such a thing if he was honest. It never occurred to him that two people could have shared oral sex. Not that he was complaining, Atda tasted good. Henry couldn't describe her "flavor" as it were, especially as his senses were overloaded.

"You had sex before coming here," Speaking of the orc, Atda was now gently licking and kissing the top of his cock's head. She pulled back as she spoke, "Who was it? Tixi or one of those trolls?" Henry didn't say anything, and he was rewarded with a hard slap to his thigh, "Let me guess, it was that human whore, Mira." The way she spoke, Henry could make out a vindictive tone and a hint of jealousy. Henry wanted to pull away and speak up, but Atda's muscular legs and thighs were keeping his head in place. All he could do was utter a few muffled grunts and moans. Either way, he was a tad surprised and upset that she'd say something like that about someone that she lived with here.

Atda seemed to guess what he was trying to say, "Oh, the baby doesn't like it when I say something mean about his, oh so precious, mommy?" Her tone was teasing, but again, Henry could detect just a hint of female fury in her tone. What he didn't expect to happen was feeling Atda's mouth swallowing his cock for a few seconds before ever so slowly and gently biting him.

"MPHH!" Henry cried out in shock as he felt a very light but unfamiliar stinging on his penis. It wasn't at all painful, but it did trigger a reflexive response in his body. To his further surprise, he felt a brief jolt of pleasure shoot up his spine.

All of this lasted for a few seconds before Atda pulled away from his cock with a wet slurp, "Pfft, I can taste the bitch on you." Henry briefly heard the orc gave a very un-ladylike spat to the side of the crib. "And did you enjoy that feeling? Just remember Henry, if you ever upset me, I'm one move away from taking something very precious away from you." Henry whimpered again as he soon felt the orc grabbing his testicles to make a point further.

The following words that came out of Atda's mouth spoke of something different, though, frustration. "Do you realize how hard it is for me to get any attention from you these days?" The huntress went back to gently kissing his genitals as she spoke, and Henry tried to focus on doing his part as well as she forced him to listen. "I have to compete with the other babies to play with you. And when I'm not dealing with them, I have to deal with bitches like Fulrie and Mira." She paused for a moment as she spoke quietly, "I want to be with you, Henry. I don't want to have to force moments like this just because."

Henry was realizing now that his wife was quite upset with this whole system. It was becoming increasingly problematic, it seemed, trying to please everyone, and yet he had to know that this would've happened. How does a man find time to appease so many women? And it wasn't just sexually, but as people with their desires who now wrapped up in this harem that he seemingly created.

'Have I been a bad husband?' The thought ran through his mind as sexual desire mixed with the heat and guilt. Henry felt a bit light-headed now, barely getting in precious air in this increasingly stifling heat. But as his mind wandered and waned, his tongue finally found what he was looking for, and Atda knew it as well.

"Ahh, there we go!" She was suddenly a lot more energetic, "You found the sweet spot! Now use that little tongue and start cleaning me out while I'll do the same here!" Her mouth went back to work on sucking him off, and now the two adult babies were focusing on getting each other off. Henry allowed for the pleasure to override his feelings of guilt and the uncomfortable feeling of the heat. Right now, though, he wanted to be a good baby and toy for Atda though nothing about what they were doing was babyish.

Henry was still enjoying this moment. His only memories of Atda telling him that she'd never do anything sexual to him because he wasn't a man in her eyes, and now she was complaining about him not spending enough time with her. She readily admitted to being his wife, wanting to spend more time with him, and was jealous of the other women. For all her strength and arrogance, Atda wished to be his primary focus in this life. Something that he was failing to provide.

'I'm sorry, Atda,' Henry thought to himself again, 'I promise I'll make it up to you, I'll be a better husband. Barring that, though, I can at least be a better baby.' A promise now made in his mind, and he would keep it. But right now, he just needed to make Atda cum and get out of this hot and stuffy crib. Sweat was coating his body now, and concerns about making a mess were on his mind as well. 'I want my diapers back...' He pitifully whined to himself as he missed the garment taped around his crotch.

He could hear the sounds of moaning from Atda, and the orc was now grinding her cunt against Henry's face, and he could feel her hips moving in tandem. The huntress sounded quite cute with his cock in her mouth like she was eating something delectable. An idle part of his mind wondered if his wives practiced ways to pleasure him if to get his attention. He didn't know if that was something to be concerned or amused about if he was honest.

Minutes slowly passed by, and Henry was now trying to stop himself from cumming. Fearing Atda's warnings, he attempted not to blow his load until he at least made the orc cum. Henry never figured sex could be dangerous, but he learned quite a bit about orcs since becoming an adventurer. They were a passionate race, even more so with their lovers, it seemed. Henry wondered if Thrall felt the same way about Jaina Proudmoore. A part of him knew now that to take on an orc as a mate and partner required giving them a lot of attention and reciprocating their affection. It was almost amusing to him, if not for the fact that Atda felt scorned by his lack of love towards her. When he finished meeting with Valrah, he was going to make some changes around her.

But as their lovemaking approached its zenith, Henry's mind focused on how good this all felt to him. For all their problems, Atda was willing to do anything to win his devotion. And Henry would have to do the same.

'I love you, Atda!' He thought almost deliriously, 'And I don't care if you are a playmate or a mommy. All I want is for you to be happy.' As those feelings lingered in his mind, he felt her body shudder as he licked her clitoris. He received a squirt of liquid into his mouth and almost up to his nose for his efforts. The only sound that Atda made was a satisfied and excited moan. Having completed his side of the deal, Henry started to work his hips in tandem with her sucking, but the orc surprised him by pinching his thighs. , Signaling to him that he wasn't allowed to cum yet.

Henry responded by smacking the orcs ass. Atda responded by making a surprised but garbled yelp, which caused her to slap his thighs. In response to the aggression, the baby boy pinched her butt now. Suddenly a back and forth of pinching, slapping, and smacking whatever piece of skin and flesh was in reach began. And while somewhat painful, Henry was relishing in the back and forth, and likely so was Atda. He never really associated pain with pleasure, at least not like this, but found it quite fun. Still, he wanted to cum, and Atda wasn't going to stop him.

'Hmm, almost there!' He thought to himself as he felt his desire ready to burst into her waiting throat and mouth. Try as she might, Atda couldn't stop him. Closer and closer, he came to the edge, ready to let Atda have a taste of his hot seed. The heat in the crib was now only adding to the excitement. There was sweat now pouring from both of them due to the proximity of their bodies. First chance Henry would get, he'd find something cold to drink and an open-air bath to relax in with Atda.

Around this point, close to the climax, Henry felt Atda's mouth leaving his cock. He was about to smack her ass again when an extremely annoyed growl left her mouth. "Oh, for the love of the spirits!" He didn't know what she was complaining about until he heard another voice.

"And what exactly are you two up to?!" It sounded stern, forceful, and quite angry. "Atda, get off of Henry, now!" Henry heard another annoyed sigh before her body moved, and his face no longer obscured. The entire room was still dark, but he could make out another presence watching the two of them from outside their crib. It was most certainly another female. He didn't have to wait long, though, as he felt a brief surge of mana, and soon the entire room they were in lit up.

Both Atda and Henry groaned as a blinding light assailed their eyes. It took Henry a few seconds of rubbing his eyes before he could see the figure in front of him, who was now lowering the railing to the married couple's crib. His eyes widen in shock as he saw the familiar white hair and eyed chamberlain of Theramore Isle staring down at the pair with a look of maternal anger and disappointment.

"Aegwynn?!" Henry called out in shock and then cringed as he realized how bad this looked right now. She seemed confused at his outburst but ignored it all the same, "And just what were you two doing just now?!" Once again, she appeared quite furious at what had happened, "And why did I find two wet diapers on the ground?!"

Atda huffed, but Henry whimpered and looked ready to cry.

It should be known, but Henry was a good boy growing up. At least he always tried to be one. Though sometimes Henry would still end up over a matron’s lap and getting spanked, for one reason or another. But for the most part, that was a once-a-year occurrence. Henry knew his place at the orphanage, and as he got older, he became aware of how much work the matrons put into caring for him as Baby Henry. So, of course, Henry didn't want to abuse or misuse that trust. So Henry was always a good boy when he wasn't a good baby boy. And most certainly, he obeyed all the rules that were in place.

One of the most critical rules given to him was simple, he was never allowed to take his diaper off — an easy rule to follow and one that he obeyed absolutely. Henry never wanted to be without his diapers. His diapers were one of the sole comforts in his entire life, and they only got better as he got older. For all the humiliation he had to endure, Henry knew that they would always be a part of his life.

"Now then," Aegwynn spoke up as she crossed her arms under her generous bosom, "I want one of you to explain why you aren't in your diapers."

Henry and Atda were now standing in front of Aegwynn. The older woman, having been pulled them out of the hot crib and into the cold air of the nursery. He soon was able to get a good look at the white-haired beauty. Henry was amused to see Aegwynn was wearing what almost looked like a dress that one of the matrons would've worn. She looked like one of the matrons but quite different, all the same. He could see an apron acting as an outer layer, with the dress going down to just her knees. It looked quite exquisite and expensive all the same. He could see pouches and pockets adorned on the front of the apron as well, and Henry could briefly make out what appeared to be several infantile objects at the ready.

Henry shivered as the sweat that had accumulated on his body was now starting to get cold. He was naked as well, filthy and somewhat scared. Henry had broken an important rule and was now in trouble for it. Right now, the powerful mage reminded Henry of a few matrons growing up that were quite stern with Henry whenever he did something wrong or bad.

And right now, he felt like a naughty boy. Years of mental conditioning and being told to never remove his diaper outside of changing into a new one echoed through his mind. Henry wanted to put his thumb in his mouth or find his pacifier to suck on. But Aegwynn forbid Henry or Atda from moving their arms from their side. The two adult babies' nudity was on full display for the chamberlain. The aftermath of their lovemaking hung on their bodies and mouths.

The huntress seemed embarrassed, but her annoyance was more apparent on her face as she spoke up, "Well, can't have a proper fucking session if we are in diapers, now can we, Aegwynn?" The dismissal reminded Henry of a few kids that used to get regularly dressed down by the matrons for causing trouble. Atda, it seemed, wasn't the type to back away from even someone of Aegwynn's power or authority here.

The white-haired mage wasn't at all impressed, "Rule Number Two of the nursery Atda, no sex! How many times do we have to tell you this, and you wonder why you haven't ever gone to get promoted out of diapers." Aegwynn's dismissal seemed to incense the orc.

"And I keep telling you; I don't belong in diapers or listed as a playmate!" She stomped her foot on the ground to emphasize her point, "I save Henry from dying, took him under my protection! I was a mommy to Henry first, before even that bitch Mira!"

Again though, Aegwynn dismissed her claims with ease, "Yes, yes, yes. We've all heard those claims while we've cleaned your poopy bottom or feed you at our breasts." The mage went up to the fuming orc and gently lifted the pacifier that was hanging between Atda's breasts, "Do keep telling us, though, it's always fun to hear the cute little fantasies you babies come up with when you play together."

"You bitch, someday I will...eep!" Atda blushed and shrieked when Aegwynn summoned for a glowing blue hand from behind the orc's bottom and promptly spanked her. Atda's pacifier soon glowed blue as well and swiftly lodged itself into the orc's mouth.

Aegwynn laughed at the display, "So fussy! It must be because you are missing a warm diaper taped around your bottom." Henry watched as Aegwynn gently sniffed the air around the now furious but silenced orc, "But you'll need a bath first. However, I still want to know why you are out of diapers." The mage walked over to the still embarrassed Henry, though she was smiling at him.

"Henry, can you tell me why you are out of diapers?" Her tone was gentle but stern, "Fulrie mentioned that you were going to check on Atda here, but you do remember she was in time out?" Her hand went down and gently touched the head of his semi-erect cock, "And you know you two aren't supposed to be doing grown-up things outside your rooms, correct?"

Her words were soft, and she didn't sound as angry now, but Henry wasn't going to lie to Aegwynn, well, at least not entirely. "I-I didn't want to take off my diaper, honest." He glanced over at Atda, "But I wanted to make her happy because she was sad. We started playing with each other, and then I took my diaper off, and then she took hers off." The huntress seemed surprised at his words, but it was Aegwynn that was confused.

"And why was Atda sad, sweetie?" The white-haired sorceress asked gently to the embarrassed adult baby.

Henry blushed as he looked over at the orc, "She said I didn't spend enough time with her. I don't want her to feel lonely because she's my wife. And I love her." His words were heartfelt, which caused Atda to look bashful and embarrassed suddenly, but what surprised Henry was Aegwynn's response.

"You don't spend enough time with her?" The mage gave Henry an amused look, "Henry, sweetie, you spent all of yesterday with her!"

Henry quickly looked back towards Aegwynn, "Huh?" Atda suddenly seemed quite interested in the carpet as Henry focused on Aegwynn.

"Don't you remember?" She crossed her arms again as she glanced towards the embarrassed orc, "Miss 'I'm a mommy' threw a tantrum yesterday morning because you were spending more time with some of the other babies." Aegwynn had a smirk on her face now, "Honestly, Atda, you and Henry were made for each other, considering you are both greedy for attention. Especially with how loud and entertaining your crying fits can get," She turned back to Henry, "From what I heard, she got so upset that she messed her while crying for you."

He couldn't believe what he heard now. But as he looked over at Atda, the now humiliated orc wasn't even looking at either of them. Aegwynn kept up her verbal humiliation, "You had to go and see her while you were nursing from Mira. It was so cute; she instantly calmed down when you hugged and kissed her. Although she wasn't too happy when Mira made our little green baby here having to nurse and then get her messy diaper changed in front of the others."

This embarrassing comment seemed to finally bring Atda out of her silence as she pulled the pacifier out, "Mira made me nurse from her when I don't need to!" The huntress was pouting now, "I'm not a dumb baby like Henry or Tixi." She yelped when she was spanked by that blue hand again, "Will you quit it!"

Aegwynn ignored her, "But yes, you two spent the entire day together, and then near the end of it, Atda got envious of when Valrah showed up to be with you for the rest of the night." Now the mage was glaring at Atda, "She did a bad thing and lashed out at Tixi, scared the poor baby into a crying fit, and then Auntie Aegwynn sent her for an all-night time-out session in here." The white-haired mage was standing in front of the orc again, "Which wasn't enough to break this bad streak of yours, it seems."

"I'm not going to apologize for wanting to spend time with my man!" Atda practically yelled at the mage while Henry was still somewhat cowering as two females battled for dominance.

"He's not just your man; he has obligations to spend time fairly with all of you, meaning you don't get the right to cry and yell every time you see him with someone else."

Atda snorted, "Which is bullshit anyway! It feels like I have to fill out paperwork to spend one day of the week with Henry. Meanwhile, I have to compete with all the other bitches. And sometimes, it feels like if you aren't part of his flavor of the month, you're completely ignored. Plus, why do I have to be a baby as well? I want to be a mommy again because they seem to get to spend all the time with him then!"

Henry tried to speak up now, "Atda, what are you-"

Aegwynn and Atda interrupted him as they ignored him, "You know what it was going to be like when you agreed to marry, so don't pretend like you didn't know what was coming. Besides, you failed to meet the standards of even a Sister, let alone a Mommy. And your actions over the last few months have only shown that you are just an immature little girl that belongs in diapers."

"And you are just some hag that wants some young-cock without having to commit to anything! At least I had the decency to officially make him my mate!" Atda was now in Aegwynn's face, and Henry could only feel his heart sink into his stomach as he watched this go from being a small spat to a full-blown argument. Henry had enough; he was cold, dirty, and missing his diaper. But most of all, he didn't want to see two people he cared about fighting because of him and whatever stupid decisions he had decided upon in his home.

"Both of you, stop!" Henry bellowed with as much force as he could muster. He was successful; both women turned their attention towards Henry, surprised at the tone and ferocity in his voice. At first, Aegwynn tried to recover and looked angry at his outburst, "What's gotten into you, Henry?"

"Yeah, no need to shout." Atda chimed as well and rolled her eyes, "Sheesh, are you sure you don't need a nap?"

How the two women seemed to drop their argument to focus on Henry completely baffled him for a few seconds before he spoke up, "Look, can we please just...not start fighting, okay?" He was pleading with them now, looking quite desperate, "I don't like seeing people fight over me; it's so bizarre and uncomfortable."

"I'm not fighting with Adta," Aegwynn remarked with a sniff of disdain, "I'm admonishing her for being a bad girl."

The orc glared for a second at the mage before turning to Henry. "And I'm just reminding her of my current displeasure towards everything that has happened." Her words were quite curt but lost some of the edges that were there a few moments ago.

"I know, but it just upsets me when I see it." He whispered the last part, which finally seemed to calm both women down upon seeing Henry upset.

Aegwynn sighed and approached Henry, "Oh, don't be upset. This little spat is just something that happens between two people that care about each other; you know, I want what's best for your little orc playmate. Granted, what she did to wound up in here was warranted."

Henry heard a brief grumbling from his fellow playmate, but Atda played nice and nodded back, "It wasn't like I was going to take a swing at 'Auntie' Aegwynn. Even if she acts like a stuck-up auntie." Aegwynn seemed to ignore that comment directed towards her.

"Okay..." Henry slowly nodded at the two, "Can I please have a new diaper then?"

Atda snorted and chuckled while Aegwynn nodded at Henry, "Indeed. But I will remind you that the next time you take off your diaper, one of us will tan that little hide of yours in front of all your wives and mommies." The threat was followed up by Henry feeling an ethereal hand spanking his rear, causing him to yelp and jump, "This might be your home, Henry. But you are all our baby. And that means you are the one who's at the behest of all the rules!"

The huntress was smirking at Henry, "Yeah, you better watch out, or we'll force you to put on a show for all of us!" Her words sent another shiver down his spine, especially at the image of him getting a spanking in front of everyone he loved. To his utter embarrassment, he started to become hard again.

"Hah!" Atda laughed as she pointed at his stiff cock, "No matter what you'll do in life, Henry, we all know how you work. You are always going to be a big old baby!"

Aegwynn gave a small sigh of disappointment, but he saw the amused smile on her face that appeared next, "I suppose something’s will never change, especially with your infantile side, Henry." Just a moment ago, they were at each other's throats. Now they agreed with one another. It seemed that Henry had a unique way of ending spats between his harem members, namely letting him be the center of attention in the most embarrassing one possible.

Henry looked down and put this thumb in his mouth, "I want my diaper..." He whined one last time, which caused both women to now laugh.

Unfortunately for Henry, he wasn't getting a fresh diaper just yet. Aegwynn informed them that they would both be getting a bath. "You both smell, are covered in sweat, and Fulrie mentioned that you've been wearing the same diapers for quite a while," Aegwynn remarked once again. "So, we're going to the baths." The baths, as in plural. Hearing something like that, after everything Henry had seen so far, didn't surprise him now.

Still, Henry agreed with that decision, and his tired body was eagerly awaiting a hot bath and, more importantly, a dry diaper. Henry heard an annoyed muttering from his orcish wife. Atda seemed indifferent on the outside, but he could tell that she didn't like hearing that their fun was over. However, she didn't seem too keen on trying her luck against Aegwynn all the same.

The mage, however, heard the muttering and smirked at the orc, "What's the matter, Atda? You don't want to be all nice and clean? Well, that doesn't surprise me." Aegwynn turned to Henry and smirked, "She likes being a dirty baby with you. For someone that pretends to be an adult, she likes to make a mess of things when given the opportunity."

Henry expected Atda to deny or argue with Aegwynn, but instead, the orc was looking down at the ground, and Henry her face was flushed a dark green. Rather than smirk or chuckle, Henry reached over and grabbed the orcs hand for a bit and gave it a firm squeeze of assurance. Atda seemed surprised, her body tensing slightly, but she ultimately squeezed back before letting it go.

Aegwynn seemed finished with embarrassing the orc and focused on getting them towards the baths, "Now then, grab my hand, you two." The mage held out both hands to the two infants in front of her, "And don't let go, I don't want you two getting lost." Henry meekly nodded and grabbed Aegwynns' right hand. The orc next to Henry glared at the outstretched hand for a few seconds before reluctantly clutching it.

"I know my way around this place, dammit," Atda grumbled to herself, but she didn't say much else. Henry couldn't help but inwardly chuckle at watching one grown woman, and an orc no less, having to obey another woman like a toddler. It was also fascinating to him, considering how long he had to deal with it independently. Those thoughts aside, Henry found the whole visual of what was happening quite amusing to him. A naked man and woman being led by the hand by an older woman looked like a nanny.

It became all the more amusing as Aegwynn put Atda's pacifier back in her mouth, to which the orc glared again but dutifully started suckling. After that, the trio started moving out of the sleeping area. Finally, having the time and light to get a quick view of the room, Henry found it almost disturbingly familiar to the one back at his orphanage. Once again, his vision felt distorted still, and it was becoming difficult to make things out. But, there were many differences layered on top of the familiar, albeit minor ones. The cribs were all designed for grown-ups, he could make out many adult-sized pieces of furniture, and there were many more toys littered on the ground.

But the rest of it, well, Henry swore it was the same as back at the orphanage. It was entirely possible that he just copied what he knew when he made his home. However, to this level? Something wasn't right about this place, but then again, he was learning so much about his home. 'But why can't I remember any of this stuff?' Once again, his memories were hazy, and a whole lot of some things just seemed entirely out of place.

Being dragged away, however, stopped him from noticing anything else. He instead focused on their next direction, the baths. Aegwynn lead him and Atda through another side door that he hadn't seen before, just out of sight of the cribs, and they proceeded through another long hallway. The layout of his home baffled him and mentioned that allowed to Aegwynn.

"Aegwynn?" Henry gently asked to get her attention.

The mage kept looking forward as she spoke, "Ahh, that's not the proper title, Henry."

He blinked and recalled that Fulrie described meeting a few aunties, and remember that Aegwynn had met with Fulrie, Henry realized what her title was then, "Okay, Auntie?"

Now she looked at Henry with a small smile, "Yes, sweetie?" It was so odd hearing such a woman calling him "sweetie," but Henry couldn't deny the feeling of butterflies in his stomach upon hearing it. The way she spoke, it was with love and affection in her voice, and Henry loved hearing that in women's voices.

"How much magic did you put into my home, exactly?" This question caused both Aegwynn and Atda to give him confused stares.

After a few brief moments of silence, Aegwynn spoke up, "Are you feeling alright? Fulrie mentioned that you were acting strange, but I figured she meant that you were fussy. You know the answer to that question, considering you gave me the specific modifications for the estate."

That was an odd answer, but one that left him with more questions, "So, this place is a lot like Jaina's tower?" Henry kept trying to focus on what this place was exactly, "So that explains why there are so many impossible spaces here."

The white-haired woman nodded, "Indeed, even a large estate would have trouble housing all these things and all of us, at least those that are living here full time."

Henry nodded, "Right, Aunties and Sissys don't stay here."

She was smiling again, "That's right; I have to take care of Jaina, remember. At least when her daddy isn't around." Henry blushed upon hearing that, which meant Jaina was stuck in diapers still.

Atda now snickered, "When I heard that you caused Jaina Proudmoore to win up diapered and that the warchief was her daddy, I was so happy I was wearing a diaper because I just about pissed myself laughing." The orc looked over at Henry with a small grin, "Made me start to realize that a lot of humans seem destined to end up in diapers."

"And yet," Aegwynn spoke up with a frosty tone in her voice, "You ended up in diapers as well and have the same control and maturity of a newborn. That made me realize that lots of orcs are just not mature at all."

The orc frowned and growled at the mage, "Which is total bullshit, and you know it! I was forced into these diapers by Tixi and Henry!"

Henry was worried that it would turn into another argument, but they seemed to arrive at their destination as fate would have it. The first thing Henry noticed was that the trio was now standing in front of a set of double doors. Henry noticed that this time there were a few images of water and steam engraved into the wood. A much simpler look compared to the ones on the playroom's door. But to the right and left of this massive door were a pair of smaller ones. Henry noticed one had a picture of a small humanoid with a large one, and the other was blank.

"Oh, are we here?!" He loudly exclaimed to the two women. Both Atda and Aegwynn were still glaring at one another before turning away from one another. Aegwynn gave a dainty 'Hmph!' while Atda shrugged her shoulders. Henry again breathed a sigh of relief. He was quickly learning that some of his women weren't ever truly going to get along with one another. 'Being married is so hard...' He thought to himself ruefully.

Auntie Aegwynn looked back at Henry, "Alright, you are going to go inside and take a bath. Auntie Braili should be waiting in there for you." Henry perked up with excitement hearing that news.

"Braili is here?!" Memories of their one night together resurfaced, and the visions of her sunkissed hair and ruby eyes came to the forefront. The dwarf was a beautiful and sexy woman, but her main features always took his breath away. Something else stuck out to him as well, "Does that mean Braili is in the bath as well?!"

Aegwynn smirked at how attentive and animate he was now while Atda crossed her arms and muttered something about "fat tittied dwarves" under her breath. The mage spared the huntress a frown but didn't say anything else. "It's possible, Braili mentioned about wanting to clean up a little bit. Uzhi and Tixi should already be out as well. So it'll be just you and Braili.”

"Excuse me?" Atda now seemed interested in what Aegwynn was saying, "What do you mean by it'll be those two in the bath? I'm going in there as well." The orc had a challenging tone in her voice, "I plan on spending the rest of the day with my husband."

"No, you won't," Aegwynn said with the same tone and voice that Mira would use on him, "Your punishment hasn't ended, so you are still being treated as a full baby, and you know that babies need to be washed exclusively in the baby basin." Aegwynn was now pointing towards the door that had the small humanoid engraving.

However, whatever this meant caused Atda to have a look of shock and horror appear on her now embarrassed face, "WHAT?! No, I refuse! That's embarrassing and only for babies like Henry and Tixi!" The huntress took a step back from Aegwynn as if a horrible fate awaited her. "At least let Henry bathe me! I don't want you or Fulrie to do it; it's so humiliating!" Henry was shocked to see tears pooling around in her eyes.

Aegwynn remained adamant, "Oh, don't start blubbering." She reached and grabbed her hand, "Be a good baby girl, and maybe I'll play with your clitty after washing you." Now Henry was taken aback by hearing the white-haired mage mentioning the possibility of fingering the orc. Atda was shivering and shaking now, and now he saw a few tears trickle down her cheeks.

"No...not a baby." She was muttering pitifully now but didn't resist as Aegwynn took her hand. The chamberlain looked over at Henry as she held onto the orc, "She makes such a big deal out of this, but I mean what I said about her punishment." The mage turned back to Atda and gave her a gentle smile, "Come on, It's not all bad. You'll be all nice and clean and smelling like a baby. Then I'll get you back in a nice dry diaper and into a little dress that Mira bought for you. You can show it off to Henry." Her words were soft, but Henry could tell that Aegwynn was still teasing Atda. While Aegwynn likely wasn't trying to be mean, something about it set him off a little. For a brief moment, his vision cleared, and a tinge of gold appeared around his sight.

"Aegwynn," Henry spoke up now, and this time he had a bit of an edge in his voice, "Can you please not torment my wife?" His words didn't seem to bother or anger the mage; rather, it seemed to amuse her.

"Fine, fine." The mage spoke with a smile, "But she still needs to get cleaned, as do you."

Henry nodded, finding that she was right about that, but he still wanted to do something before they left, "Atda, come here." Approaching the softly crying orc, he wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her close. Aegwynn let go as she watched this play out with a small smile.

At first, Atda didn't do anything as Henry hugged her. But after a few seconds, she slowly brought her arms up and wrapped them around his waist, letting them both enjoy each other's bare skin touching one another. Henry certainly enjoyed feeling Atda's nipples pressing against his chest, and he felt the huntress was caressing his soft hands. Still, Henry felt more concerned than aroused at this moment. It was so strange to him, comforting a crying orc woman. It felt a tad awkward as well since she still had a few inches over him in height.

"Hey, no more tears, alright?" Henry spoke quietly to her, "You are supposed to be the strong one in our relationship, regardless of wearing diapers." He smirked when he heard her chuckle.

Atda sniffed all the same, "I know that, Henry." Her words were soft, and he felt her breath grace his neck, "But I don't to be away from you again; I'm lonely without you or Tixi around." She whispered those words to him, and guilt clawed at his heart again. Whatever was going on in his home, between the women he loved or cared for, had to stop.

"How about this? I'm going on a date with Tixi tonight. When I finish with her, I'll come and see you," Henry must have surprised her when he used both his hands to grab and squeeze her ass. Even more so when he gently bit her neck in the same manner as she had done to him in the crib. Atda gasped and shuddered in pleasure as she felt his touch and mouth. "And we'll finish what we started in the crib. After that, you'll have me for yourself for the entire day tomorrow. Sound good?"

The orc gave a small whimper and nodded into his shoulder, "I'll hold you to it." She muttered seductively, gaining some of her confidence and pride back.

"Alright," Aegwynn announced suddenly, "That's enough of that, for now, at least." The mage approached and gently pulled a reluctant Henry and Atda apart, "You both need a bath, and then back into your diapers." Aegwynn grabbed the orc's hand and gently pulled her away, "Henry, I'll be spending the rest of the day with Atda, so you have a nice date with Tixi."

The chamberlain winked at him while a blushing Atda obediently followed Aegwynn. The huntress spared a glance towards Henry and mouthed the words, "Love you," before smirking and making a rather obscene gesture with her mouth. Henry felt his cock stir again, both at Atda saying she loved him and whatever she had done with her tongue towards her fingers.

"Don't make such dirty faces, Atda," Aegwynn commented without having to look back at the orc, "Otherwise, your face will stay that way, forever."

Atda snorted towards the mage, even as they entered through the other door, "Speaking from personal experience? Just wondering because I thought that permanent holier-than-thou look on your face is what you are referencing."

"Goodness, someone is all fussy." Aegwynn announced as they entered what appeared to be a very bright room, "I think a baby girl needs a nice, soapy enema to go along with her bath!"

"What, no!" Atda cried out in horror before the door closed entirely and silenced her incoming infantile cries of mercy. Henry stared for a few seconds and then shook his head but sympathized with the orc's plight. An enema wasn't fun at all.

He sighed all the same, "You need to learn to keep your mouth shut, Atda. Yeesh."

The first thing Henry felt upon touching the doors to the baths was the heat coming from inside. Henry was surprised when he grabbed the handles to the door and felt a lingering warmth on the metal. What surprised him was that the materials looked entirely new and polished. Henry thought it was odd but not unexpected. No doubt, some magic was at play to preserve the substances built into the door. Though his education was limited, Henry understood that moisture tended to warp wood and rust metal.

As he pulled open the doors, a thick mist of steam greeted Henry, along with the sounds of running water. Again, the magic at the door must have prevented it from leaving through the cracks. Though the air in front of Henry was quite dense, he could see the ground and what was in front of him. Henry stepped forward into the baths. His feet now stood on what he thought was marble or some other smooth material. Whatever it was, it was heated as well, likely from magic. The moisture from the mist clung to his skin, and it felt quite nice on his body, almost like a gentle rain that kissed his body with tiny, warm droplets. The smell of soap, rain, earth, and surprisingly, tealeaves hangs in the air.

Henry takes a further look around and finds himself in awe at the amount of stuff in the baths. He could see at least a dozen porcelain tubs perfectly aligned along the walls of this room. As he looked up, he saw at least four meters of space before making out a circled ceiling that hung a rather large light source that illuminated the entire room. The diaperless adult baby could make out artistic depictions, such as murals and images, of individuals from different races bathing together.

He made his way to get a better look at the tubs and smirked when he saw an assortment of bath toys hanging nearby for quick access. He also noticed that these baths had special padding inside them, along with safety handles. And engraved into the tubs were like everything else in this place, cute images of creatures and items found in the sea.

Running his hands over the porcelain, he felt another tingling of magic running through his fingers briefly, "Huh, magic baths." He smirked and corrected himself, "Magic baby baths." He could imagine Mira or Valrah standing over him as they cleaned him. Henry shivered as he realized that Atda was to be washed in something even more infantile than this as well.

"Wish I could've joined you, Atda." Henry had a goofy smile on his face as he imagined the squirming huntress getting bathed in a basin by an equally naked Aegwynn. Henry figured the mage would be exposed and probably didn't want her dress wet from the fuming orc female. Henry soon laughed aloud as he imagined a fuming and drenched Aegwynn glaring at a bemused Atda.

But before Henry could continue that comical image in his head, a voice called out to him in the distance, a familiar one, "Is that a certain baby boy I hear?" Henry perked up, and his body warmed up considerably, and not just because of the heat from the steam. The silky and sultry voice of Braili made his body react most appropriately. His heart raced as memories of their night spent together now fluttered to the forefront of his mind. Henry's eyes were now scanning for wherever her voice had come from in this mist obscured room.

"Braili?" Henry called out and heard his voice echo, "Where are you?"

All he got was the refined laughter of a woman enjoying his laughter, "Fufufu, don't tell me the baby boy is lost? Well, come and find me in the hot spring."

Henry paused in confusion, "A what?" He muttered to himself. He had never heard that word before, "Ahh, alright?" Henry called out again, reluctantly, "I'll come to you then." He started walking towards what he thought was an archway into another chamber at the far side of this room. The further he walked, the thicker the mist became. Still, he was able to find his footing and not slip on the slick ground beneath his feet.

Stepping through the next passage, Henry found himself in another large room. Only this time, it was low light, almost as if it was late dusk or early evening. Now the steam wasn't as oppressive, allowing him to gaze at what he thought to be a small in-door pond. "What the...?" He asked aloud as he approached the hot body of water, surrounded by rocks and what he also to be some trees. Bending down, Henry touched one of the stones and found it quite warm to the touch, quite hot even.

"Braili?" He called out again, wondering where she had gone now. Only silence responded to his calls, and Henry felt a tad annoyed. Confused and not sure what he was expecting to find, he stood up and approached the body of water. He figured that the dwarf would be here, but he saw no sign of any the brunette. Henry's gaze focused on the water and lowering himself again near the edge; the naked traveler dipped a few fingers into the so-called hot spring. True to the name, he almost pulled his fingers away from the heat. For a second, he thought it was boiling, but letting his digits linger, Henry found it soothing. It was like a hot bath, but the water felt quite delightful.

A smile graced Henry's face, 'Hmm, I wonder what it feels like to soak in this water?' As that thought entered his mind, the fates decided to answer that question for him. He ignored his surroundings and never heard or sensed the person approaching him from behind. Around this point, Henry was preparing to dip his toes in the water gingerly. He was unprepared for what happened next.

"BOO!" A voice called out, and he felt a hand suddenly spank his bottom. This surprise almost caused Henry to wet himself, but it seemed the fates were decent enough to ensure that his bladder wasn't even full when the shock hit him in force. "GAH!" He shouted, and his body fell forward and into the waiting water. Henry fell face first, and a powerful force of heat and water greeted him. But rather than feel scalding hot waters, Henry was greeted by a comfortable and relaxing temperature. It was like being drenched during a hot summer day, just the right amount to make someone not too cold or hot.

As the rest of his body submerged, he felt hot but not unbearably so. The depth in this hot spring wasn't even that deep, as he soon found his footing. In the end, he was only up to his armpits in water. He started spitting out water and felt some of it up to his nose, "W-what the fuck?!" He practically yelled and soon noticed the laughter. Turning towards it, Henry saw a rather lovely sight of a naked dwarf's body as he stared up at a familiar redhead.

"My-my, such a dirty little mouth!" Braili smirked as she leaned over to look down at Henry, giving him a rather generous fee of her naked breasts and pussy, "Well, it's a good thing we are in the baths; I'll need to wash. It out with soap!" Another delicate bout of laughter punctuated her "threat." "Oh, but I suppose my little man was just surprised at his Auntie smacking that cute little hinny of his, yes?" Braili moved to sit on a nearby rock but kept her legs spread open, "Auntie's sorry if she scared her big man."

Henry barely registered her words as he kept focusing on her body. Braili must have just gotten out of this hot spring, as her entire body was still wet. He saw droplets of water trail downer her breasts and stomach, and Henry got an eyeful of her drenched pubic hair. What amazed him the most was that her body seemed to be glowing, and with those ruby eyes staring down at him, it was almost a beacon of light that had appeared before him. A beautiful, homely, and shapely beacon anyway.

"You didn't scare me," Henry started as he kept most of his body submerged, "You just surprised me." Henry approached the edge of the hot spring, "It's nice to see you again, Braili." He started with a small smile and got a confused but amused look back for his comment.

"I was only gone for two days, Henry." She started to explain and shook her head, "But you know that I need to take care of Eldric and Telvia. Honestly, though, I should bring them over here again." The beaming smile he got from Braili finally brought a blush to Henry's face, "But, it's always nice to play with you and the others and just be me." The two shared a smile between one another before the dwarf surprised Henry by scooting forward a little bit and dropping herself into the hot spring. A brief sense of panic erupted in Henry, fearing her smaller size in this depth, but only after a second, the redhead emerged from the steaming water.

Pulling back her wet hair, which somehow looked to be glowing after getting thoroughly drenched, Braili's arms went up and wrapped them around his neck. Without any command, Henry's hands went and grabbed the woman's hips, bringing her body up and holding her in his arms. The heat from her body reminded him of the crib with Atda, but at least this time, it wasn't the pair of them sweating up a storm in a small environment.

"Moments like these are nice, you know," Braili remarked as she stared up at Henry with those eyes that seemed to enchant him, "We don't get to be alone with each other these days, not like before. But, I suppose a husband's duty is to his wives and not some mistress." There was no bitterness or sadness in her words. If anything, Braili sounded quite content on the matter. Still, Henry felt like this whole situation was wrong in some way.

"You and Aegwynn aren't my mistresses, you are two women that I care deeply about, and I'm sure the others do as well." He leaned down and kissed Braili, tasting sweet wine on her lips, "Just because we aren't married doesn't change anything."

Now Braili looked a tad surprised but smirked at Henry, "Well, someone is in a romantic mood." Henry felt her body move a little bit in his arms, "Though, with how tight your hands are gripping my ass, maybe you are just horny. Either way, that's sweet of you," The dwarf kissed Henry, and the two of them fell into a lull of tender kisses. After about a minute or so, Braili pulled away and gave him another look, "While I don't want to stop, I do have a question for you..."

He smiled down at Braili, wondering what she needed to know, "Go ahead, I'm all ears."

"Well," The dwarf began with a teasing smile, "Why are you not wearing a diaper?"

Henry blinked a few times, and suddenly all the wind from his proverbial sail left him, "Righ, uhh, w-well, I came to take a bath, I guess. I lost my diaper, so Aegwynn sent me to get cleaned up."

"Oh," Now Braili blinked at him, "Too bad, you just missed Uzhi and Tixi. You could've taken a bath with them." The dwarf sighed, and Henry realized that the moment shared between the two had ended, "Well, I suppose I should get you in a tub."

Another confused look appeared on his face, and Henry looked around, "Aren't we in a bath already?" The hot spring was undoubtedly just a big pond to him. The small chuckle he got from Braili seemed to contradict that thought, "No silly, a hot spring isn't where you clean yourself of grime and dirt. It's where you got to relax and unwind. My-my, Tixi wasn't kidding when she said you forgot things?"

"It's been a trying day." Henry tried to change the topic of the conversation, "Though, taking a dip in the hot spring helped a little." The dwarf didn't look convinced at all but didn't press the issue.

"Well," Braili began as she rubbed her forehead against his chest, "Hot springs are like mineral baths. Suitable for healing the body, restoring the skin complexion, and helping the body recuperate." Henry stiffened as Braili gently kissed his collarbone, "And from what I've heard, your body needed some recuperating, hmm?"

Henry gave a bare nod, "Lots of things happened," He didn't say much else, wanting to enjoy this moment with the woman in his arms, "So, getting a bath?"

"Right," Braili responded, and to Henry's disappointment, pulled away from his embrace. He gently let her down into hot water, now watching as the dwarf floated for a bit and approached the rocks, "Well, I suppose you should follow me. I'll need to get you cleaned up." Braili grabbed onto a nearby rock and hoisted herself up, giving Henry a rather lovely view of her supple hindquarters. Henry soon followed, moving and grabbing onto the same foundation and pulling himself up.

The dwarf saw his semi-erect state and giggled, "Someone likes seeing his Auntie Braili all nice and naked, doesn't he?" Henry gave a swift nod and smile, which caused the woman to laugh now. "And so honest about it to boot, but I suppose you have no shame, Henry."

"You say that like it's a bad thing?" Henry countered with a smile and felt his cock harden further when he got a rather seductive look back from the dwarf, who then approached him and gently tapped the shaft of his penis with her right index finger, "It's not a bad thing at all, but it's rather telling of the little man I have right in front of me. How am I supposed to know you won't do anything naughty while I am around or to me?"

Henry leaned down, "I'll be sure to tell you if I have anything planned then. Because I'm so honest about my shamelessness, after all." His female compatriot said nothing at first before she grabbed his cock with her right hand and gently stroked it. Henry sighed in pleasure as he felt her smooth hand over his wet and sensitive member.

"I think it might be better if you wait for me to give you permission to do anything, got it?" The smile on her face widen, and Henry could utter a weak "yes" towards her, "Yes, what?" She asked as she applied a little more pressure with her grip.

"Y-yes, Auntie." Henry gasped and tried not to buck his hips in tandem with the strokes. However, Braili stopped soon enough and left him quite erect from the act. He was quite displeased but wasn't about to whine at the former gryphon rider. Henry might have no shame, but he maintained what little shred of dignity to not cry over a lost handjob.

"Good boy," She commented as she grabbed his hand, "Now then, you need a bath."

While Henry agreed somewhat with that assessment, he voiced his primary concern, "What I need is a fresh diaper!" He had been without one for a while now, fearing he'd piddle somewhere, or Gods help him, leave a smelly mess on the ground, filled him with dread.

Rather than laugh or chuckle, Braili gave him a comforting squeeze and gentle smile, "Don't worry, if you an accident in here, it can be cleaned up. But until then, relax and let Auntie Braili take care of you, and then we'll get you ready to go see Valrah, okay?"

Thoughts of Mommy did calm Henry down quite a bit, and even brought of Baby Henry out, "Okay, but I want to see Mommy soon." He spoke quietly and felt a growing desire for a pacifier or something in his mouth to help calm his nerves. As he started down at Braili, he saw her beautiful breasts and found his mouth watering at the thought of getting those tits in his mouth.

"Braili," Henry asked innocently enough, "Do your boobies have milk in them now?"

The dwarf shook her, much to his disappointment, "No, they don't, Henry. Besides, you shouldn't drink or eat anything in the baths. But if you are a good boy, I'll let you suckle on my teats for a bit. Would you like that?"

"Yes, Auntie." His words caused Braili to chuckle again before she started to guide him out of the hot spring and back towards the tubs. As they stepped away, an idle thought struck Henry.

"Braili," He spoke up again, "I have a question."

"Hmm?" She didn't look back at him as she guided him through the steam.

Henry paused and looked back towards the hot spring, "Why do we have a hot spring anyway?"

The dwarf sighed again, and Henry wondered if he asked the wrong question, "That's a very long story, sweetie. But for now, let me say that it was your idea."

That response wasn't what he was expecting. Henry didn't even know what a hot spring was until a few minutes ago, and yet he ordered the construction of one inside his home? That didn't make any sense. What was happening here? As he looked around again, he found it difficult to make anything, and this time, it wasn't because of the steam.

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Yup, it continues to get a bit a crazier. When I wrote this entire arc I was basically just writing whatever came to mind and then aligning the story with the concept. It's a pretty crazy set of events, but there are little hints that even Henry is recognizing that something is off about...everything, yet his mind seems unable to focus.

Anyway, next update on Friday night.

Posterchina · April 30, 2021

Chapter 16, Part Two

Henry found the tubs in this place to be quite excellent. Then again, he might only be thinking that as he relaxed in one with a naked dwarf. Once Braili had led them back into the main bathing chamber, she got to work on cleaning up the adult baby. The bathtub she picked didn't seem different from the others in this place, but Braili seemed excited all the same.

"Ahh, this one should be good; Tixi and Uzhi were using it before they left. So the fire and purity runes are still powered up." The explanation made sense to Henry, but he wasn't too sure how she could tell the difference. Something was eating at Henry anyway. It was like his mind was trying to pick out all the inconsistencies or confusing points of this place. Every time he looked at something now, Henry felt uncertain. A part of him couldn't understand why he felt this way now. All of this was real.

The sound of water filling the tub brought his attention back to reality. Looking over at Braili, even with Henry's current concerns, his eyes lingered on her supple backside and fit body even more so as the dwarf didn't seem to care about showing off her body to her lover, giving him a clear view. Well, not an entirely clear view, considering the amount of steam around them.

"Is it always supposed to be this steamy?" Henry suddenly asked aloud as the dwarf started to pour some substance into the bath. Braili looked over at him and nodded, though she looked a little confused by the question.

"Considering we are in an enclosed space with that hot spring? Shouldn't surprise you all that much." The dwarf walked over and grabbed a couple of bath toys, tossing them into the tub, "Now enough questions, let's get your butt in this tub." Gesturing towards the porcelain, Henry could make out the steam and bubbles that started to appear. Memories of his youth and bathtime at the orphanage sprung to the front of his mind. He could still remember how much he had in a bubble bath!

Whatever concerns he had gone away as some small amount of excitement surfaced on his face at the prospect of getting into this bath. He didn't wait much longer, Henry swiftly approached the tub and moved to get in, but Braili stopped him momentarily.

"Hold on now," Braili started with a smile before she gestured towards the tub, "Let Auntie get in first, then she'll help make sure the little boy gets in safely."

Henry looked ready to argue, but he couldn't do anything to stop the dwarf from entering the tub. Although, he did giggle as he watched her body and head momentarily disappear under the tide of white bubbles before reappearing covered in them. Her hands reached out towards Henry, "Now grab Aunties' hands, and slowly enter the tub."

To say that Henry couldn't have rolled his eyes harder at the additional safety measure would not be a lie. That said, he still followed her instructions and slowly got into the tub. The hot water felt different than the hot spring but no less comforting and relaxing. "Ahh..." Henry sighed in relief as he lowered himself in and was surprised to feel padding down below. A smile appeared on his face as he recalled the bathtubs back at the orphanage having similar comforts installed in them, making sure to protect children or toddlers' delicate bottoms.

"Heh, a cushioned seat." Henry wiggled a little, which caused Braili to giggle at his display. As he looked back over, he saw her on the other side of the tub. They were only a short distance away, particularly at legs length, but Henry noticed the tub was quite spacious. Although, Henry felt one of Braili's feet gently rubbing against the bottom of his left foot. If this whole experience was supposed to be infantile, he wasn't seeing or feeling it.

All he felt was a sense of desire and lust as he stared at the woman smiling back at him. Braili upper torso was on full display, although the bubbly water had slightly obscured her breasts, which were floating in the bubbly water. The dwarf leaned back into the tub and smiled at Henry, "Soak for a bit, then I'll need to clean you up and thoroughly."

Just like with the hot spring, Henry did feel a lot more relaxed. His previous concerns were gone now, replaced by this moment of serenity. As he lazily looked back over at Braili, she seemed to be watching him intently. Her posture was still quite relaxed, but she stared at him with those ruby eyes as if monitoring him.

"Everything okay, Braili?" Henry asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence, "You haven't taken your eyes off of me."

"Just keeping an eye on you," She crossed her arms under her breasts, bringing them back above the water, "Normally, you are splashing and playing without a care in the world."

"Oh," Her words caused his face to flush, "Well, I uh, I guess I wanted to just enjoy the moment with you," Sure, he could act the part of a baby in a bathtub, but he wanted to enjoy this moment of peace with Braili instead. "Would it be better if I started playing?"

She shrugged, not looking all that concerned or bothered, "Do whatever makes you comfortable." Braili leaned back and closed her eyes, deciding to enjoy this moment of peace as well. And with that, the pair just soaked in comfortable silence. As Henry's mind felt a tad lightheaded, perhaps due to the steam and heat, his gaze landed back on Braili breasts. Once again, their beauty was something to behold. And it reminded him how blessed he was to have suckled from them. Even though Braili couldn't produce any milk, they still tasted delicious upon his tongue, and he felt his mouth water. Regardless of what was happening, he knew that he didn't want the chance to miss tasting those tits again.

The sound of water shifting was the only clue that Braili heard, indicating that Henry was doing something, but only before she felt a warm and wet tongue latch onto her right nipple. The dwarf gasped in surprise but opened her eyes and smiled down at the human, "Henry, baby, easy there." She gently remarked as she grabbed hold of his head and lightly ran her fingers through the nursing adult baby, "I told you, I got no milk in them." She let out a small sigh, "Well, it's okay if you want to play pretend for a little bit."

Henry's mind barely registered her words as his lips and tongue licked and sucked on the nipple. There was a soapy aftertaste to them, but it quickly washed away as nursed. Another burst of memories came forth, of his early years and bathing with the matrons. A few, and very rare, times he had been allowed to nurse from their breasts during a bath. They must have stopped allowing him to do that when he was around seven or eight. By then, Henry was bathing alone for the most part when he wasn't sharing the bath with anyone willing or didn't know to share a tub with Baby Henry.

Whatever part of his adult mind that was lingering around wanted him to start moving up from her breasts and start kissing Braili's neck, but those thoughts dissipated as he nosily suckled and gurgled like a toddler. He wanted to embrace his babyish side for a few more minutes. At the very least, his mind was calm as he enjoyed this moment with Braili.

However, it was ultimately the dwarf who had to end the moment, "Okay, that's enough." She suddenly commanded to Henry, albeit gently, "You've had enough fun; it's time to clean you up. Then I'll send you off to Valrah to get all nice and diapered up!" Her words, oddly enough, seemed to bring him back to reality as she mentioned Valrah.

The dwarfs' words didn't seem to bring the same enthusiasm and joy, which he previously had, upon hearing his mommy's name. Henry nodded and pulled away from Braili, almost at a loss of what to do next. 'Shouldn't I be happy to see Valrah?' The words rattled in his mind, and his previous concerns started to return, 'No, something feels...off? Yes, something feels off.'

His musings were interrupted as he felt something fluffy and soapy rubbing against his chest. He looked down and saw that Braili had a pink loofah in her hands, and something about the color made him groan.

"What?" Braili asked as she started working up and down his chest with the offending scrubber.

He looked away and sniffed, "I don't like the color pink..." The adult baby then muttered, "It's a girl's color."

Braili rolled her ruby eyes and then smirked, "No, It's a baby's color, just like baby blue." She was now giving him a wide smirk, "So I think it's a color that suits you quite a bit. Besides, Tixi and Uzhi were using this same one." The dwarf stopped scrubbing him to bring the loofah up to her nose, "Hmm, you can even smell their scents on it."

Now Henry looked a little more interested at the loofah, as he imagined Uzhi scrubbing Tixi's squirming body. Oddly enough, the image in his head was more cute than erotic. Either way, he remained quiet while getting cleaned. At the very least, it was another pleasurable experience on top of one another.

The next twenty minutes was Braili scrubbing and washing most of his body. The dwarf even washed his feet and behind his ears, which caused Henry to laugh as he was ticklish most of the time. He certainly noticed that Braili took her time washing his cock and balls but didn't do much to stimulate them.

"Okay," Braili announced as she finished washing his face. "Turn around and grip the head of the tub. And make sure to lift that little butt of yours up and out of the water." Her command was easily said, and Henry obeyed with a smile. This request wasn't that odd to him; it wasn't like he had women wipe his bum before and in more disgusting circumstances. Besides, Mira was pretty good at the whole thing as well.

Still, this felt nice.

There was some gentle splashing as Braili grabbed something from the side of the tub, "Ahh, there it is, now let me some soap on it. And there..." Before Henry could turn his head and ask what she had, something unexpected happened. He barely had time to feel something slick and slippery enter in-between his buttocks and slip into his asshole.

Nothing could stop the cry of surprise that escaped from Henry as he yelled, "Braili, what are you doing?!" He cried out as he tried to turn around, but the dwarf was still doing something to him, although she looked quite surprised at his outburst.

"Hey, no yelling!" She exclaimed loudly to Henry and, with a frown on her face, "And why are you acting so surprised? I'm just cleaning that little butthole of yours; it's no big deal." The dwarf even stopped and gestured toward the long object in her hands, "See, it's just a little deep cleaning device. Just a sponge covered in soap, no bigger than my thumb!"

Something about the situation didn't sit well with Henry, "W-well, I don't want it in me!" He was blushing like crazy, "I can clean myself!" He tried to turn around and received several smacks on his bottom by the dwarf. This feeling of pain mixed with the alien feeling in his bottom was sending mixed signals of pleasure in his mind. Henry didn't want to look down to see his growing erection.

"Stop fussing!" Braili was glaring at him now, "Honestly, you have been acting strange this entire time! All the mommies and aunties have done this same thing to you, your playmates, and even your big sisters."

Hearing Braili say that caused him to stop squirming, "Y-you do this to the others?"

The dwarf nodded, "Everyone that wears and messes in their diapers gets a thorough cleaning. It's to make sure that your little bottoms are all nice and clean." She was shaking her head, "Honestly, you normally like this, Henry. You were the one that put this suggestion forward. Hells, we even made it a common bath time ritual."

Now Henry was fully erect as he imagined Tixi, Atda, Fulrie, Uzhi, and him getting scrubbed in such a way during their baths. Still, it such an invasive thing to happen to them. Not even back at the orphanage had the matrons done such things. Henry was torn over this, especially as his body didn't hate what he felt right now.

"Henry, come on," Braili sounded like she was pleading with him almost, "Be a good boy for Auntie. I'm sorry if this upsets you, but these are the rules, okay?" She didn't bother waiting for a response as she went back to scrubbing. Henry whimpered but held still as he felt the foreign object up in one of his most sensitive spots.

'It doesn't hurt, though,' He told himself and couldn't help but feel surprised at how rock-hard he was in this humiliating moment. 'I don't exactly...hate this, but I won't tell Braili that.' Thankfully, he didn't have to say much as else as he felt the object leave his body after only a few more seconds.

"See? All done now." The dwarf gently spoke as he felt one of her hands rub his back, "Now you are also fresh and clean in all your little holes!" Henry winced at the terminology used but said nothing. "Don't be upset, sweetie." She tried to mend his fragile ego as best she could, but Henry kept his back turned to her. "I think someone is pouty." He snorted and was about ready to cross his arms; he wasn't pouty. Before he could much else, Henry felt a warm and wet hand reach around from behind and grab his cock, causing him to wince and groan in pleasure.

"But I know what to do with a pouty baby boy," Braili's voice was husky now, and he could hear the ever-present amusement in her voice, "Turn around and let Auntie Braili make this stiffy go away, and I can finish cleaning you." At first, he didn't want to obey, but Henry other head got the better of him as the dwarfs' hands continued to gently stroke him. Turning around, Henry felt a tad embarrassed as his cock brushed against Braili left breast, although she looked quite amused.

"Easy now, watch where you point that thing." The wet dwarf was looking down at his erect penis, "I hope you don't accidentally smack Tixi in the face with your cock." Henry didn't say anything but did give an embarrassed smile to the dwarf.

"Right, I want you to sit on the rim of this tub," Braili ordered, which confused Henry, "Go on, place your bum on it." She encouraged him, and Henry obeyed, placing his wet bottom on the lukewarm porcelain. His crotch was at the dwarf's chest level, and at first, he suspected that she was going to give him a blowjob. Instead, Braili grabbed something from the side of the tub, looking to be a container of something. "Just need to get some oil real fast; this is the good stuff too."

Perhaps it was going to be a handjob then? He watched her oil her hands, but then she started to apply it to her breasts. After that, she grabbed some of the soapy bubbles and started lather her tits up. Henry watched with rapt fascination before wondering what was going to happen next. Braili approached, kneeling just a bit, and then looked at Henry with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

"Okay, Auntie is going to clean up that big, hard peepee of yours," Henry watched as she brought up her chest and then enclosed her breasts around his cock. The feeling was akin to getting a fluffy diaper wrapped around his cock. Braili's breasts were so soft, and when she started to gracefully, at least what Henry saw as graceful, up and down his cock, he couldn't stop his moans of pleasure.

The sunkissed dwarf smiled, "See, isn't this fun? I'll clean you up, and then you'll let out a nice sticky load. After that, it'll be off to Valrah to get this little cock, but in a nice diaper, now doesn't that sound great?" Henry agreed in his mind that all sounded wonderful to him. He wanted to be back in diapers, and hopefully, with his mouth on Valrah's breasts. He wanted to be her baby so badly right now.

"M-m-mommy!" He gushed out as he closed his eyes. Even though this was an incredible experience for Henry, he desperately just wanted to be a baby, "Mommy!" He kept crying out, which seemed to be the right response as Braili was cooing at him.

"It's okay; you'll be with her soon!" She was increasing the speed now, and when Henry did open his eyes, he saw his cock disappearing in between the folds and the tip of his cock peeking out every so often, "Imagine that my breasts are Valrah's pussy, and you are such a big boy with putting your penis in her." Braili continued to motivate him quite a bit, but something about them made Henry feel uncomfortable.

The thought of fucking Valrah felt...wrong, at least with how Braili said it. Which didn't make sense to Henry; he was attracted to her. He jerked off to the thought of her several times. He wanted the Draenei, tried to love her, and make her happy. And yet, he still saw her as a mother figure. Henry didn't want to ruin the relationship, one that he had wanted for so long. His babyish side wanted to be her baby boy, and that was all he wanted in the end.

But the darker part in his mind didn't want their relationship to be only that; no, Henry knew in truth. Whether he liked it or not, she wasn't his mother, and that meant he was free to fuck her like the rest of the women he had gathered up. Those words sent a chill down his spine, and Henry tried to suppress it. As he closed his eyes again, he could only make out green, yellow, and gold colors. For a moment, it felt like his world was coming undone as images played out in his head. All of them were of him and Valrah. Him being his baby, the two of them just being with one another, or lewd images of him on top of her and thrusting. None of them felt wrong, but they didn't feel right either.

A growing feeling of pain started to bloom in his mind before a soothing blue light took hold in his mind's eye. A veritable wave of serenity and peace washed over his mind. There were no conflicting thoughts, no questions or concerns; there was only the blue light and a feeling of peace that went beyond even his most infantile moments.

In a brief moment, Henry forgot what was even happening as his mind stopped, and his racing heart and storming thoughts quietly returned to normalcy. His body, still being stimulated by Braili's breasts, responded without Henry even realizing it. His cock twitched, and his crotch tightened before a stream of hot cum shot out from the head of his penis and onto the dwarfs' right cheek and lips.

"Goodness!" Braili didn't sound upset, just quite surprised, "Careful there, you could've gotten it in my eye." Her remarks went unnoticed by Henry, as the adult baby was still in a semi-unconscious state. It seemed that the dwarf assumed that Henry was just in post-orgasmic bliss, "Funny, you are normally able to last a lot longer." the dwarf's words were punctuated by her licking the bit of cum on her lips. "What's the matter? Are you having trouble controlling your cummies now? Well, I suppose it's a good thing we keep you in diapers; it's just another mess that they prevent."

Her embarrassing words weren't reaching Henry. The human didn't even respond as he slowly sank back into the tubs' warm water with a small splash. His mind and vision swam, but it was a comfortable and serene feeling. There was no Baby Henry, nor an adult baby, or solely an adult. For this moment, Henry existed at the moment in peace.

He barely registered the movement in the water as Braili moved and positioned her back against his chest, "Hmm, this feels nice." The dwarf commented as she leaned her head into Henry's chest. For a brief moment, Henry had enough clarity of mind to slowly wrap his arms around the dwarf's waist, causing Braili to giggle.

The mist of the room obscured his vision, while a blue tint in his mind hazed his perception of reality itself, and Henry had not naught a care in the world.

It was impossible to tell how long Henry and Braili sat in that tub together. Henry certainly had lost track of time or his perception of whatever reality he was in now. As his mind focused, trying to gain control over the forced serenity that the blue had forced upon him, he had an epiphany.

'Is this place real?' He thought to himself, terrified of the answer than the question itself. 'Where is this place? Why do I not remember coming here?' Trying to recall any memory associated with this home of his, marrying one of his girls, or just the sheer amount of magic and wealth that went into this lifestyle, Henry kept drawing a blank.

But this all felt so real to him. The sensations certainly felt genuine. The water around him was still warm and wet. The porcelain at his back was hard and cold. And more importantly, the woman in his arms was soft, hot, and of flesh and blood. How could this be an illusion? The moisture on his skin was real. Braili was real. All of this must be real.

"Ugh..." Henry moaned as he gripped his head. His vision was turning into a kaleidoscope of four colors as he tried to make sense of the world around him. It lasted for a few seconds too long before the confused man heard Braili's voice speaking to him.

She was looking at him with concern, "Are you alright?" He saw her right hand come up to his face before the back of it was placed on his forehead. A brief memory of the matrons doing this surged into his mind. He could recall them doing that whenever they thought he might be getting sick or feel uncomfortable. It seems that Braili wanted to know if he was feeling either of those things.

"Hmm, you are a bit too warm. I suppose that makes sense; you've been in here for a while now." She finally remarked before her body shifted, and Henry watched with rapt attention as she got out of the tub. "Probably for the best that we get out of the baths. The heat and steam are likely getting to your head."

It seemed that bath time was finally over. A part of Henry was disappointed; so far, this had been quite a relaxing moment after the chaotic things that had happened so far. Still, concern over what was happening gnawed at his mind. Perhaps it was best not to linger for too long now. Looking at Braili, the dwarf was looking at him with a small smile as she held out her hands and arms to him, waiting for Henry to grasp them so he could "safely" exit the tub. Once again, it felt a tad ridiculous, but it also made him feel a little smaller. The only way it would've been even more humiliating is if he was picked up directly from the tub and carried. Alas, that was beyond the dwarfs' capabilities.

"Good boy!" She remarked with a smile as she lightly smacked Henry's butt, causing him to gasp in surprise, "And all nice and clean, at least until your next diaper change!" Her words caused his face to flush again. Though Braili might not have been able to do half the things to make Henry feel like a baby, she always seemed to have the right tone and enthusiasm to make him feel like one. Such thoughts aside, Henry did want to get back into a diaper.

As his thoughts shifted to the idea of getting diapered, Braili was looking around for something near the tub, "There we go." She grabbed something from a little shelf near the wall. "Henry, bend down for a second."

Obeying her command, he saw in her hands was a pink and red pacifier, "Open your mouth; you can suck on this for a little bit." While he didn't like the girly colors, he desperately wanted something to suckle on for a bit. He opened his mouth and surprised Braili when he instantly latched onto the pacifiers’ rubber nipple. "Goodness, you do need something in your mouth all the time, don't you?" The sunkissed dwarf was quite amused now but allowed the adult baby to savor the raspberry flavor of the nipple. Henry didn't even notice when she grabbed his right hand and lead him away from the tub. He was too content with the pacifier and thought of seeing Valrah soon.

Braili was still commenting as she led him away, "You look so cute like this, toddling around with just a pacifier in your mouth and nothing else. Mind you, when you are wearing diapers, it is seriously adorable. But you look like a baby that just figured out that they can take off their diaper and want to run around in the nude."

Oddly enough, her words didn't have that much of a sting to them as before. As Henry would never want to run around without his diapers, he loved them too much to ever willingly discard them. He made sure not to say that, though. Less he gives Braili more embarrassing secrets. Such thoughts aside, Henry dutifully followed and suckled quietly.

The steam still obscured his perception of the room, and yet he could see a pulsating blue light in his vision. It would periodically appear, distorting his view on the place. A part of Henry was scared now, wondering if he had gone insane or was losing his memories now. The warmth and softness of Braili's hand was the only comfort he felt now. A shiver cascaded down his spine and then across his body. Though this time, the moisture across his body, was starting to get colder, he wanted to dry off, especially before meeting with Valrah.

Thankfully, Braili seemed to have a solution in mind. They approached a trio of large baskets, easily the size and width of the dwarf in front of them. Braili quickly pulled the top off one of them and pulled out a pair of white towels. "Okay, let me dry you off first; come here." She ordered as she held out a fluffy-looking towel towards Henry. Not needing to be told twice, Henry happily allowed for the dwarf to start drying him off. To his surprise, the towel was warm and soft to the touch, and he could smell flowers emanating from the cloth. To some amusement, Henry had to kneel to allow for Braili to dry his entire body. Still, it allowed him to get face level with her body, namely letting him look at her breasts for much of the time. Henry was now loudly suckling from his pacifier as he imagined getting to nurse from those tits again.

"Ahh, don't get too excited, baby." She gestured with a small wiggle of her index finger as she quickly noticed his half-erect cock. "Can't let you make any more messes, not after I just got you out of the bath. Besides, if you want to make cummies, you can do it in your diaper," Henry didn't say anything, but her words did cause him to obey. The thought of ejaculating in a soft diaper was incredibly tantalizing right now. Knowing this did nothing to reduce his erection.

Braili's hands gracefully moved across his body along with the towel, and once again, Henry felt there was some magic at work as he felt his muscles relaxing just a bit. After perhaps a minute or minute-and-a-half, Henry was completely dry. A bit of steam was starting to cling to his body, but it would be just a minor annoyance. He then watched as Braili began to dry herself off, and once again, it was amazing to see the dwarf turn a rather mundane task into something erotic. It was almost like she was stretching the whole time.

With that, Henry and Braili were clean. This whole experience, regardless of what was happening around him, left him feeling revitalized. But before they left, Braili grabbed a small receptacle that was near the towels, "One last thing before we go," The dwarf opened the container and held it up to Henry. The familiar scent of baby powder wafted across his nose, and Henry smiled in delight while Braili nodded with her smile, "I might not be able to diaper you right now, but I can at least finish this off by making you smell baby fresh!"

The adult baby reacted with glee upon hearing that, which also caused Baby Henry to take over, if ever so slightly briefly. He gave an enthusiastic nod towards the dwarf, and he was even shaking in excitement. It might not have been a diaper, but baby powder still felt and smelled good on his skin. Braili giggled at his childish display and didn't waste much time as she placed the container down on the floor and pulled out the powder puff inside it. "Okay, come here. Let me get that little butt of yours all powdered before it gets too much moisture on it."

He stood up and allowed for the dwarf to start powdering his behind. Her hands once again felt tender and soft against his skin. Even as she spread the powder between his cheeks, which caused Henry to whimper a little as he remembered what Braili had done in the bath, once finished with that, she moved towards powdering his entire crotch. He savored the feeling as Braili rubbed and tugged his testicles and shaft. Braili must not have cared that Henry was fully erect, nor would she do anything to resolve it. Henry stood before her, a crotch and butt covered in baby powder while he stood there suckling from a pacifier.

"Look at you," She remarked with amusement, "Looking already to get a diaper on; well, I suppose you should get to Mommy then."

Her words brought joy to Henry but also caused him to sober it as well. 'Finally,' Henry thought to himself, 'I can see Valrah and figure out what is happening here.'

Henry wasn't too surprised to find Braili leading him back to the entrance of this bathing hall. No, what surprised him, well, shocked him, was what he saw as they stepped out of the baths.

What was going on now? Had something broken inside this estate? As he glanced towards it further, Henry was shocked to find that it wasn't some black void. It was a very dark shade of blue, and Henry could see tiny lights in it. It was almost glittering like stars in the night sky. It was mesmerizing but also deeply concerning. There was no way this acted as some intended feature of his home.

He tried to sense if magic was at play, but aside from what he felt before, nothing stood out. So what was he looking at then? He tried to get Braili's attention, but the dwarf didn't seem to spare a glance towards the apparent distortion of reality in front of them. Braili didn't look at all concerned and seemed to focus on getting Henry to Valrah now. What this meant was directing him towards the other door, the one that was left blank.

When they approached the mundane door that had been next to the main entrance and the one that Aegwynn and Atda took, Henry realized something was also off about this door. It was fairly nondescript, and he'd almost have spared a glance at it if it wasn't close by the bath entrance. But it was pulsating with magic now. Henry could see figures and images appearing briefly on its frame, but every time he tried to make any of them out, his vision went hazy, and they would disappear from view.

Braili looked at the door and nodded, "Okay, you can step through." Her jovial tone was still there, but Henry detected a sense of urgency, "Valrah's waiting for you." Henry stared down, almost incredulously. But what he saw confused the hell out of him, as her ruby red eyes were glowing with a pale blue color around the edge of her pupils.

Pulling out his pacifier, Henry looked at her with concern and spoke up, "Braili, what is going on?" He kneeled so he could get a better look at her, "Do you not see what’s happening?" He didn't get to ask any other question as she brought up her index finger and placed it on his lips, silencing him with a slow and quiet shush.

The smile he got from her was still amused as she spoke now, "Be a good baby and go see your mommy, alright? She's waiting for you." Her hands reached down, and Braili groped his semi-erect cock and started stroking it, causing Henry to gasp and shudder in shock. Braili kept speaking as she stroke him, "Have this nice and thick for your mommy, okay? Because once she's done with it, it goes back in diapers where it belongs." Henry didn't have time to say or do anything before feeling the dwarfs' lips crash against his own. Tenderness mixed with passion caused Henry's mind to drift away for a few seconds as Braili's words rolled around in his head.

Pleasure overwhelmed him, and he closed his eyes. 'Mommy...' He desperately thought to himself as he imagined mounting Valrah and fucking her. The thought of doing all of that and being put back in diapers nearly made Henry cum right there and then. He wanted to be her baby so badly, but he wanted to do the one thing to her that would finally prove to her that he was a man. It felt so right, but it also felt like something was influencing him. 'This isn't what I want, though, right?'

His eyes were so closed as Braili pulled away and spoke, "Now get going, Henry, go see your mommy but go be a man as well." The dwarfs' word conflicted with each other, but what confused Henry was that they faded out near the end. Opening his eyes, he saw that Braili was gone.

"Wha...?" Henry stood up and looked around, frantically, "Braili?!" She was nowhere to be seen now. It felt the blue darkness was slowly encroaching his position. A brief panic sent in as Henry slowly backed away towards the door that was supposed to lead him towards Valrah, "What is going on here?!" Nothing made sense; his perception of reality worsened as he tried to fixate on anything else around him. A swirling of green, yellow, gold, and blue cascaded across his vision and almost sent his head swimming as a fleeting feeling of nausea set in now.

His back reached the door, and his hands frantically reached for the door handle. Henry was successful in finding it, and his focus turned towards escaping the coming void. Grasping the handle, he wasn't surprised to find that it was unlocked and easily opened for him. Opening the door slightly ajar, Henry quickly entered and slammed it behind him, as if hoping the darkness wouldn't reach him now.

Fear, panic, confusion, and concern welled up inside him. He had no idea happening now or why it was happening to begin within this building, if he could even. This growing feeling of anxiety wasn't helped by what he saw as he entered what he thought would be a new room.

"What the fuck...?" He spoke with awe as he saw that it wasn't a new room, but rather, he was now outside. It looked like he was in a forest of some kind, looking to be evening now. The sun was still in the air, but it was slowly waning downward to finish off the day. Henry could even make out a few stars in the darkest parts of the sky.

He took a few tentative steps forward, and he felt gravel upon the soles of his feet. Henry internally winced, having just gotten out of the bath, and yet some part of him was dirty again. Looking back towards the door he entered in from, the confused adult baby saw that it was gone completely. He discarded any considerations that this was part of the estate; what he witnessed right now was downright impossible.

A brief wind blew past him, causing the still naked baby boy to shiver and cross his arms in an attempt to stay warm. Looking around, he didn't have many other options aside from taking the gravel path. Apart from it, there was only a thick treeline all around him. Did this still lead to Valrah, though? With no other options in mind and even confused and scared over what just happened, Henry started walking up the dirt path.

Gazing around and looking at the trees, something about this felt familiar to him. He couldn't remember why this place tugged at his memories; of course, his understanding of his memories was questionable now. Henry had so many questions, anyway. For one, where were the girls? What happened to the estate? Why had his vision started to distort, and what the hell was chasing him back there? No answers to any questions, and it would be getting dark soon. Naked and without his diaper bag, Henry was at the mercy of the elements if he didn't find Valrah or some shelter.

Henry didn't even have his pacifier with him. A lost and naked overgrown baby, indeed a pathetic sight.

Salvation did come to Henry, though, as, after only a few more minutes of walking, he could make out what looked to be a cottage of some kind. There was a light out front and smoke coming out from the chimney. "Thank the Light and the Gods," Henry muttered to himself as he started a small jog towards the building. Less than a minute later, he was in the front yard of this cottage. It looked homely, comfortable even, just from outside. Again, something about it made Henry feel like he had seen it before. But every time he tried to conjure the memory up in his mind, he drew a blank and saw blue around his vision. He idly noticed the toys out front, haphazardly sprawled on top of a large and childish-looking blanket. There were rattles, toy soldiers, stuffed monsters, and a wooden sword.

He ignored them, focusing on getting aside and warmed up. It was getting pretty dark now. Henry could hear crickets starting to chirp, frogs’ ribbiting from somewhere, and oddly enough, more chirping that quite close by than any cricket. He briefly looked around and saw a dozen Cherubs flying up above the cottage, though they seemed quite a bit hectic in their flight. It was like something had riled them up. But Henry ignored them as well as he approached the door and loudly banged on it.

"Hello?" He called out to the other side, "Is anyone there?" Henry paused for a second before adding on, "Valrah, are you in there?"

At first, there was silence before he heard the sound of hoofsteps coming towards the door. That had to be her! Henry breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what had happened now, he could at least feel safe and secure around the Draenei long enough to try and determine what was going on here. He heard the sounds of the handle turning, and the door slowly opened.

Henry had a broad smile on his face as he indeed sees the familiar face of Valrah, his mommy, appear before him. A greeting formed and died on his lips as her body came into view. For all his memories of the Draenei, Henry could easily recall with perfect clarity the dress that she wore each time she appeared. It was hard not, especially how it hugged her body and showed off her curves, but it was a reasonably conservative thing all the same. He could only describe it as being tasteful, the type that would turn heads in a market but not cause too much of a ruckus.

In this instance, though, Valrah was wearing one of the sexiest things that Henry had ever seen in his young life. It was clearly underwear, no chance in hell it was something you'd wear in public, but it was scandalous—no other way to describe it. A matching set of white panties and bra fitted perfectly to her body, with what appeared to be white stocking held up by garter belts. To further add to the rather erotic nature, Henry saw what he thought was a leash around his neck, but he believed it was a choker. The fabric looked to be silk or perhaps lace. Whatever the material, it all clung to her figure. The bra was pushing up those gorgeous breasts, the same breasts that he suckled from in the past. The white material was a stark contrast to her purple skin, which caused it to almost shine. Every exposed piece of her body looked smooth and flawless. The panties enhanced her thighs, and Henry couldn't help but stare as her tail was gently swaying in the back.

For Henry, Valrah was always what he imagined to be a seemingly perfect woman, at least when it came to her body. Now though, Henry wanted to worship the woman in front of him. A part of him felt so small as well, which was right in the literal sense as she stood a head taller than him. She was a mature and beautiful woman, exotic because of her race, and made all the more tantalizing from how she looked. Yet for Henry, he stood before her, a scared little boy that smelled of baby powder and looking to get diapered by her. He was a child, a baby, standing before a goddess.

Valrah must have realized that as well. She stood in the doorway with an amused smirk and looked down at Henry, "Now what do I see here? It looks like a baby escaped from his crib. And with no diaper on him as well? That won't do." She leaned down, allowing him to get a generous view of her breasts, "Did little Henry want to run around all naked? I know he likes tugging on his little peepee to make all big for mommy." The way her glowing eyes bore into his own caused the surprised adult baby to feel like he was in the eyes of a hungry predator. Seeing Valrah like this was beyond odd, even abnormal almost.

"Ah, I, uh," Henry didn't know what to say about all of this; what was there to say?

His babbling seemed to cause further amusement, "Oh dear, Baby Henry can't say anything? Well, that's fine with mommy." She gave him a very patronizing head pat before Henry felt her finger slowly move down the right side of his face, "Because mommy loves her baby no matter what." The tenderness of her words was more in line with what he remembered Valrah for, and his face lightens up considerably. His seemingly omnipresent blush mixed with childish glee caused Henry to lean into her hand.

It was warm, welcoming to Henry, and he felt as if everything was alright in the world. There was peace in his heart now, comfort in knowing she was here with him. He hadn't the time or chance to experience this with Valrah last time. In some sense, Henry thought that their previous meeting had ended poorly after he kissed her. Perhaps it was a mistake in hindsight, but it still felt like the right thing to do. But here and now, he felt nothing but her love. He was home with the one woman who loved him unconditionally.

"Mama..." He muttered before he couldn't contain himself anymore. The Draenei surprised "oh!" when Henry suddenly embraced her; however, he suddenly felt her arms wrap around him. All Henry could do was chant "mama!" to her as he buried his face into her ample chest. Henry didn't even realize that tears fell from his eyes as he tightly held onto her.

"There, there." She whispered tenderly to him, "No more tears, I'm right here." He felt her summon some magic, likely to help calm him down. And it worked. Henry felt himself relax into her body. For a brief moment, he was worried that he was going to wet himself on Valrah; it had been ages since he had peed or pooped now. He pushed those thoughts aside. Besides, it would be taken care of soon. Valrah would get him in a diaper soon enough. He'd be back to being her baby again.

"I missed you, mommy." Henry quietly remarked to Valrah, his head still resting on her chest as they held the embrace. He could make out her heartbeat. "Every time you leave me, I think you'll go away forever."

Valrah sighed before Henry felt her hands move down to his hips, and Henry felt himself being picked up, "Henry, I'll never leave you. I promise." She spoke with absolute certainty as she assuaged his fears, "I told you, I'm always with you. Always." She then kissed the top of his head, "But remember, to be a big boy, to be a man requires sacrifices. Never forget that either."

He blinked upon hearing those words. What did Valrah mean by that? He wanted to ask her, but she soon started to carry him away from the front entrance, "Now then, I think it's past someone's bedtime." He didn't make any argument or denial of that. Henry didn't care either way. He just wanted to be with Valrah.

The purple-skinned Dranaei looked down at him with seductive glee, "So, why don't we both have a little nighttime fun?" The way her eyes looked right now, she stared at Henry like a wolf looking at a juicy rabbit. He idly noticed her fingers were moving across his butt, ever so slowly.

Once again, Henry was confused by the shift from a motherly and loving tone to one of a seductive enchantress. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy it, but he wanted to savor this moment between the two of them. "S-sure, that sounds fun, mommy."

The smile he got from Valrah filled him with glee with how happy she looked, "That's the spirit!" Henry giggled when she started kissing his face, and he did not notice a few times, her lips got close to his own. Almost like Valrah was playing with him, enticing him even. Something about it felt so off to Henry.

Henry quickly noticed where he was now. It was the cabin, Valrah's home, their home. Henry didn't have many memories of what it looked like outside, considering he left in a hurry. But Henry had visualized its interior more than once since leaving it. So as the Draenei began carrying her adult baby through the living room, Henry spotted a familiar-looking kitchen and the door to his nursery.

Strangely enough, she didn't take him to the nursery. No, instead, Valrah brought Henry towards her bedroom. He was squirming in anticipation, but he was confused and voiced it, "Mommy, I want a diaper!" Henry didn't stop himself from making it sound like a whine, "Please!"

His surrogate mother gave him a look of feigned surprise, "Goodness, and I thought a strong man like yourself would be complaining about going back into a diaper at some point." She sniffed at Henry, "But I suppose you do have that baby scent all around you. Smells so much nicer than icky sweat, don't you think?"

Rather than respond to the teasing, Henry only nodded, "Mommy smells like home..." His words seemed to cause Valrah to lose her amused grin, looking a little startled before reverting to normal, "That's sweet of you to say, baby. Anyway, mommy will get you in a diaper soon enough, be patient."

They soon arrived in her bedroom. It was...modest, simple even. It wasn't anything like Mira's or Tixi's room; everything looked quite reasonable. Henry could see that Valrah spent a fair amount of money here, the sheets looking to be quite lovely and the furniture looking to be of exceptional quality. He could see gnomish lamps and other doodads—a stark contrast to all the magic that Henry saw in the estate. There were a few things other things that stood out, like the vases full of flowers and a bookshelf stocked with reading materials. He saw what looked to be a few haphazardly placed items. Some of which was his from the look of things. He could see a jewelry box near a mirror, a small box filled with children's books, and what looked to be a thread and needle near a bundle of sewing materials.

It was a room that was lived in, quite extensively even. Henry might have never been in here before, but he felt a familiarity to it all. It was here that Valrah started and ended her days of taking care of him. Where she put on her dresses and underwear, did her hair and makeup, and did whatever business a mother went about doing in her room. He had seen her do it. He had slept in her bed with her, either for a nap or when he was feeling lonely. He had his diaper changed, played with, breast and bottle-fed, and even jerked off through his diapers on that bed. Something also told him that it was a room he wasn't allowed to be in by himself, less he got in trouble. This room could be a paradise or a hell for him.

This place was his mama's room, her sanctum.

"Here we go," Valrah remarked as she placed Henry down at the foot of her bed. The bedding was firm, but the sheets were silky under his adult-baby bottom. He wanted to be in diapers now, as he'd hate to make a mess on her bed. "Mommy..." He whined as he gestured towards his semi-erect cock, "What if I make a mess?"

She giggled at Henry but waved it off, "Mommy will clean it up. So don't worry, I won't be upset." Henry gave a bare nod and didn't question it further. His eyes couldn't help but focus on the genuinely erotic and beautiful sight of the goddess-made flesh. She was his mama, but Henry couldn't deny what she was doing to his body.

Henry thought of all his girls as truly beautiful, and they were in his eyes. Aegwynn, Mira, and Braili were elegant and graceful beauties whose age only refined their looks further. Uzhi, Fulrie, and Atda were wild and untamed, exotic creatures of power and strength. Tixi was cute and wholesome but also gorgeous in her own right. He loved and cherished them, but not for their bodies. However, he'd be remiss not to praise their physical traits.

But Valrah, she was different. Everything associated with her was different from Henry's. She was the first woman, the first real woman that loved him. The white-haired and purple-skinned creature made him feel sexually aroused anytime she spoke to him. Yet, she could also make him feel wanted and safe. However, right now, Henry felt something different as he continued staring at her.

"Do you like what you see?" The sudden words brought Henry back to the present as Valrah was now looking at him with an amused grin. Her hands were slowly and sensually moving up and down her body, "Poor baby, do you get frustrated when you see mommy like this?" She used her arms to press her breasts together. While her thumbs were now at the hem of her panties, "I just thought, I see you waddling around in your diapers all the time, you'd like it if mommy was walking around in her underwear too."

She slowly approached Henry now, and Henry watched as the front of her body became the only thing at his eye level, "And maybe," He heard an amused tone to her voice, "I can walk around naked. It would make breastfeeding easier, you know. You could crawl right up to me and start suckling away. Wouldn't that be fun?" Henry glanced at her breasts, the same ones that he had dreamed about feeding on, and realized how amazing it would be to do something like that without a dress or bra getting in the way.

Valrah spoke with a voice that Henry didn't ever expect to hear from her. Even in his darkest fantasies of his mommy, Valrah was always happy and spoke with a tone befitting a mother. Here, it felt so awkward to Henry but still quite tantalizing. Besides, even though he thought it strange, Valrah spoke with confidence and desire. And now, her intentions were clear to Henry.

So why did it feel wrong? In his mind, Valrah was this unobtainable romance. He could attempt to impress her all he wanted, give nothing but constant praise and offer the riches of the world to her, and yet Henry always imagines her smiling at him and saying what a good boy he was to his mommy. Nothing would ever prove that he was more than her baby-boy; at best, he'd get her to grudgingly accept it as she had done so in the past. To have Valrah romantically love him was impossible.

And yet, the impossible was happening right now.

Henry shivered as he saw her gently pull down her panties, "Let's give a test run, shall we?" And she spoke, Henry watched as her glistening womanhood came into view. There was a fair amount of snow-white pubic hair, a little bush that was neatly trimmed and taken care of compared to his hairless crotch. His cock twitched, eager to enter Valrah's most sensitive space. Valrah finished pulling down off her panties before holding them up to Henry, "Aren't mommies’ panties so cute. I bet I have the best compared to all your girlfriends." The Draenei gave an amused sigh, "So many women to compete with for your attention, but at least I know you'll always come back to me. Little boys always come back to their mama's."

She was right about that, in more ways than one anyway. Henry wanted to say something but held his tongue as she watched Valrah's hands toss her panties right next to Henry's head. The smell from them was intoxicating to the young man. But she wasn't done just yet, for Henry then watched as his mama's hands went to her back, and he knew that she was working on her bra now.

"And I know a little boy like you loves to see mama's titties." She punctuated her words by removing her bra and graced Herny with the visage of those perfect breasts again. His dreams of Valrah always returned to them in some form or fashion. No doubt, his infantile desire to latch on and suckle from those milk-filled boobies. Nursing from her breasts made him feel like the baby he always was, even as he tried to be a man. More than anything, the act of nursing from Valrah specifically brought Henry into a peaceful state that was unparalleled in this world.

The thought of drinking from those breasts caused his mouth to water, and Henry held out his arms and hands, "Mine!" He giggled at the thought of getting Valrah's delicious milk, "MINE!" He practically shouted again, wanting to make sure Valrah heard him.

"Yes, yours. Just for you, Henry. Not even for the other women in your life, baby or otherwise. My body is only for you, just as yours is for me." A few drops of milk started to appear on the tip of her nipples as she slowly moved towards Henry, "Because in the end, we only have each other. And no matter where you go," She lowered herself near Henry's body, "And no matter how many women you get," Now she practically laid on top of Henry, causing him to slowly back up on the bed to allow them both comfort on her bed. "I will always love you; always be your mommy. But I want to be more than that, so for now, why don't we do something that only adults like to do, hmm?"

Henry barely registered her words, far too busy with the feeling of Valrah's body on top of him. It was like a Valrah sized pillow was on top of him; she was so soft! And the warmth rubbing against his cock from her pussy was beyond anything he thought possible.

"M-m-mommy!" He gasped out loud and wasn't sure how he didn't cum right there and then. Perhaps Valrah's magic prevents such a thing from happening without her consent.

"Shh, don't worry," Her words brought him out of his growing confusion, "Mommy is right here, and she's going to make everything better. So, get your peepee all nice and big, and I'll take care of it." The smile he got caused him to squirm in delight.

Whatever was happening now caused Henry to stop and think about what she implied. He knew that she meant sex. And how could he refuse? After everything that happened in his life, why did it matter now? And up until this point anyway, had Henry refused the chance to make love towards a woman? It was one of the few ways to show that he was a man, and Valrah wanted to do it as well. This moment was what he wanted for so long.

A pair of soft and supple lips landed on his own, and Henry tasted a host of flavors from Valrah. Her breath was so hot that Henry imagined that she could melt an ice cube by exhaling on it in one breath. Her tongue entered his mouth without any resistance. Incredibly soft fingers roamed his body, teasing parts of him before moving on to find a new stretch of skin and muscle to tender. The magic used by Valrah was causing Henry's body to have a warm buzz to it, almost like he was drunk. There was a haze of giddiness in his vision now, and every time he closed his eyes, it felt like he wouldn't open them again. Henry just wanted to lay on the bed and let Valrah do what she wanted to him.

Without even thinking about it, his body was reacting in kind; his hands were feeling up her supple body. Grasping and squeezing mounds of soft flesh, which in turn caused Valrah to moan or giggle in pleasure. A few times, he caused her to whimper in delight as his fingers pressed into the small of her back. When his hands reached her tail, he rubbed the underside of it, and that caused the woman to shift and wiggle. They'd both start to giggle or laugh as they tickled each other with their semi-awkward movements.

Time passed relatively fast, at least from Henry's point of view. The two of them made out on the bed. Whenever their mouths weren't on each other, they'd take turns nibbling or kissing some part of their head or upper torso. Valrah enjoyed smothering his face with kisses, while Henry's lips lingered on a few spots as he kissed a trail down her neck. During this point, the two exchanged few words, Henry noticing that he would make the most noise, and Valrah would gentle shush him like a mother to a restless toddler.

This moment, on the bed with her, was paradise to Henry. At least he told himself that, but as he lay on the bed with Valrah in his arms like this, he thought the situation to be improper. Henry even felt uneasy, as if he knew that this wasn't right. But what did it matter now?

By now, Henry's erection was hard as stone. Valrah had done so much to rile and arouse him. It was almost painful now, feeling that compelling urge to release his seed into the goddess on top of him. But most of all, he wanted to make her happy and show her that he was a man. Whatever this uncomfortable feeling was in his mind didn't matter now. All that mattered was her. "Valrah," Henry whispered in her between making out, "I love you so much." His words caused her to stop for seconds, and she pulled away to get a good look at Henry.

And something inside Henry broke. He looked up at Valrah and saw in her eyes, and what he saw made his heart flutter, and tears form in his eyes at the beauty he saw for only the briefest moment. Henry didn't have much experience with the Draenei, nor did he understand how to read their eyes to determine their intentions. But he somehow knew at that moment that he was genuinely making a mistake. Valrah's gaze was the same glint of warmth, devotion, and love that she had given Henry when they first met. It made him remember that what attracted him the most was that she was the first woman who wanted to be with him as a mother. It was staggering to consider an actual mother, not a mommy or mama, but a birth mother. Everything she did wasn't because she just wanted to baby him, but to protect and nurture him. She doted on him and loved him as a mother would to their real child.

Henry realized that Valrah saw him as her son. And he was trying to have sex with her. And with that, a horrific thought entered his mind. Perhaps in some ways, what was happening was his fault. Maybe Valrah thought that her only option to ensure that Henry would love her was to eventually give in to his sexual desires that his happiness meant ruining this relationship. A wave of disgust and horror washed over him. 'By the Light, what have I done?!' Suddenly, the dam of emotions broke, and his vision filled with green, yellow, and gold particles of light.

"Hmm?" She suddenly looked distracted as her hands went down to his cock, "Huh, why is it getting soft?" Valrah was giving Henry an amused look now, "Sweetie, I can't love you with a babydick. You need to make it all nice and big." The amusement left her as she saw that Henry was looking at her with shame and guilt, "Henry, what's wrong?"

He didn't respond as he grabbed her and started to push her off, "Henry?" She asked again, this time with concern in her voice, "What's the matter?"

The human couldn't look her in the eye, "I'm sorry, but I think," He paused and swallowed as he tried to calm himself, "I think we need to stop here."

"W-what?" Valrah looked confused, "Did I do something wrong?! Whatever it is, I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you!" The urgency and fear in her voice set Henry on edge, and he started to rub his face with both hands as if trying to clear his head. His perception of reality was flawed now, and he saw the world around him started to break apart, and yet his focus was on Valrah's words. Did she blame herself for this? How could she think it was her fault?

"No, you didn't do anything wrong. I'm the one that's wrong here." Henry spoke as he tried to blink away a few stray tears, "I can't believe what I've done to you, to make you think that this was the only way to keep me loving you." Turning around to Valrah, "I love you so much, but I can't...I don't want it to be like this." He started to gesture to their nudity and the bedroom, "I know you, Valrah. I know that you don't want to love me as a man, but as a baby, your baby. You see me as flesh and blood like I was born from your womb." He looked down at his hands, "You have no idea what that means to me. So, I don't want to ruin this for you. Let's go back to being me being your baby and you, my mother."

Silence reigned for a bit, and Henry imagined that he would hear a grateful response from Valrah. After everything that happened, he knew that this was what Valrah truly wanted from him.

"You stupid little man!" Hearing those words, Henry almost couldn't believe it when he heard them. He blinked and then looked over at Valrah, who looked furious but also had tears cascading down her cheeks, "All of us, all those sluts that you have collected, have given you everything, and yet when it comes time to fulfill my needs, you cast me aside?!"

Henry couldn't believe what he was hearing or the fact that such ire was being directed towards him for such a thing, "Wh-what?! No, Valrah, I'm sorry, but I'm so confused. You never expressed wanting me to do anything other than be your baby!"

"That was until I saw that you had replacements lined up for me! You have women that want to be your mommy, women that want to be your sex-buddy, and girls that want to be babies alongside you!" Her voice got louder now, "Henry, you were supposed to be raised by me and become a man under my guidance! What the hell else am I supposed to do now?!"

None of this was making sense now, "But-but you told me you'd love me always! That no matter what happened, little boys always come back to their mothers! I came back here, didn't I?!" Remorse and shame, now slowly replaced by anger and confusion, flooded into Henry. As his fight or flight instincts took over, the particles in his eyes thickened significantly.

"Only because you were done playing with your sluts!"

Upon hearing that, Henry stood and looked up at Valrah with real anger in his eyes, "Hey, don't call them that! They aren't sluts, and I love them just as much as I love you! What's fucking wrong with you, Valrah?! Why are you saying all of this?!"

"Because I'm sick of sharing you!" She announced before she stopped for a few seconds as she sobbed, "Because I don't want to play these stupid games with other women to spend a single day with you! I want my baby boy back! But you are so greedy, and it only gets worse! And someday, you are just going to grow up finally, and you won't ever come back to me!" After that, Valrah covered her mouth with her right hand before whatever pent-up emotions came flooding out. Sobs wracked her body, and she just sat at the foot of the bed, crying before a stunned Henry.

It was all clear to him now. After everything he heard from the girls in the estate, and now from Valrah, Henry had done nothing more than creating a toxic lifestyle so he could fulfill some twisted fantasy. Perhaps the girls in his life were okay with it, but he had seen through a few small cracks that not everything was perfect in paradise.

‘I…I have to fix this, somehow.’ But that was easier said than done as Henry couldn’t remember how this all started even. He wasn’t even sure what was happening now, but he knew what had to be done at this moment. Wordlessly, Henry took a seat next to the sobbing Draenei and wrapped his left arm around her waist. The action seemed to surprise Valrah, who looked at Henry with a tear-stained face and saw that there were tears still trickling down his face as well.

Seeing this caused Valrah burst into tears as she wrapped her arms around his body into a tight embrace and started repeating nearly unintelligible requests for forgiveness in between her sobs.

“It’s okay, Valrah,” Henry spoke quietly, “You aren’t to blame. None of you are at all. All of this pain and confusion lies at my feet. I’ll fix everything, I promise.” And yet, those words felt quite hollow to Henry. But right now, he could at least hold her. He heard the voice of Braili in the back of his mind, commenting that this was the price to being an adult and a man, having to take care of others like right now.

After all these years of being a baby, to be cared for like one, the prospect of having to be someone else’s rock during such troubled times wasn’t looking all that appealing to him.

Ultimately, it took Valrah only a few more minutes to compose herself, and she hesitantly pulled away from Henry. “I-I’m sorry you had to see and hear all of this; I just…could not keep it bundled up anymore.” The look of shame in her eyes made Henry wince as he realized that he was the cause of her pain, of all the others hidden away pain as well.

“Don’t…please, don't worry about that, Valrah.” Henry looked away, “I think I have a lot to answer for at this point.”

She sniffed but didn’t say anything else, “I love you, Henry. I’ll say it as many times as I have to. I love you.” The white-haired woman sniffed and shuddered as she laid her head on his left shoulder, “No matter what happens, I’ll be here for you.”

“That means a lot to me, mom.” He tried using a different word this time, and Henry thought it was quite fitting. There was nothing sexual or humiliating about calling her such a title now.

And he was rewarded with a watery chuckle, “Mom, huh? It doesn’t have the same oomph as calling me mommy, but it’ll do, I suppose.” They both shared a small laugh in a semi-comfortable silence. Time passed by slowly, and Henry noticed that the particles of light still danced around his vision. He had no idea what was going on but didn’t plan on spoiling the moment between him and Valrah.

A blue tint appeared in his vision, and Henry suddenly felt tired. He let out a yawn, and his eyelids suddenly felt heavy, “Mom,” He used that different word again, “I’m sleepy. Can I please be put in a diaper now?”

The blunt request caused a chuckle from Valrah, “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea, sweetie. I’ll get you a cute one.”

“Hmm, make it two.” Henry muttered as he laid down on the bed, “Lots of powder as well.”

Valrah chuckled again, “Oh, does someone expect to go peepee a lot in their sleep? Well, nothing wrong with doubling up.” He felt her weight leave her bed, “I’ll be right back; do you think you can stay awake long enough to get some breast milk in your stomach?”

That sounded quite nice, but Henry wasn’t sure how long he’d be awake, “Maybe?”

“Okay, well, perhaps if you wake up in the middle of the night, I can feed you then.” Again, that sounded quite nice to Henry. As he heard Valrah’s hoofsteps walk away from the room, Henry called out one more time.

“Mommy?” Henry asked as he started to drift off, “You’ll be here when I wake up?”

He didn’t need to be awake to feel the smile radiating from Valrah, “Of course, baby.”

Those final words satisfied Henry, and he slowly slipped his right thumb into his mouth and started to suck on it. His thoughts turned towards the infantile kind, and he wanted to stay awake long enough to feel a comfy diaper taped around his waist so he could go to sleep feeling safe and secured, along with being in mommy’s embrace.

Unfortunately, he didn’t last for much longer. Sleep soon consumed him, and the last thing he noticed before drifting off was a blue cherub that had appeared near his head; it looked at him with intelligence none of the other cherubs had access to.

“I've seen enough, Traveler.”

Henry gave a sleepy giggle at the little creature speaking with such a strange voice. Soon inky blue darkness, full of stars, filled his vision, and he succumbed to the night.

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Okay, next part will check back in on Mira and then get into some strange WoW related magic/metaphysics.

Posterchina · May 2, 2021

Chapter 16, Part Three

For Mira, the concept of dreaming had become something of a fantasy in her mind. It had been so many long years since her body had truly rested. Time in which she existed in a hazy state of sleeplessness. It had been a small miracle that she hadn't lost her mind, like so many other Death Knights. Her nights were spent in quiet solitude, trying to remember bits and pieces of her old life. Sometimes she'd pretend to fall asleep in the darkness, closing her eyes and using every ounce of will she could muster to let her mind go into a state of unconsciousness. If only to have a minute of escape from this nightmare.

However, the first time Mira got knocked out in a fight, she learned to fear how distorted her mind had become now. There were no dreams nor nightmares, only an endless black void, devoid of sound, distance, and time. It had terrified her at first, the void. So much so that she almost regretted ever trying to sleep as a Death Knight. In time though, even such fears were disregarded. The void didn't judge her, didn't condemn her for whatever crimes she had committed under the Lich Kings control.

Sleep was just another enemy now, another pitfall to avoid if she wanted to remain sane in this world. A part of her wondered in her very private moments if she ever truly wanted to dream again after what she had become. It was, perhaps, one of the lowest points in her new life, telling herself she didn't deserve to dream anymore.

Her nights were now nothing more than another battlefield of her mind, one that she had to navigate through if she wanted to find some peace, however minuscule it was these days. But now, she had found peace from perhaps one of the most peculiar individuals she had ever met and from one of the most embarrassing solutions possible. Still, she didn't care at all. For the first time in years, Mira dreamed.

And it was a chaotic mess.

If Mira could attempt to fathom what she saw, it would be a hurricane of images rapidly processed and discarded before her very eyes. She had no idea what she saw, only what she felt for a brief period. It was neither a nightmare or a dream, but her mind making up for nearly eight years of continuous waking observation and memory loss and recovery. Just as Henry repaired her soul, so too had her mind begun to piece itself back together.

There was no concept of time in this not-dream; Mira existed and watched. Her only lasting memory was that of a green and yellow tint around the edge of her vision. She knew it meant something, along with the blue particles that dripped across the images like water droplets on a closed window during a storm.

There was also a feeling of warmth that seemed to permeate the experience as well. Almost like a hug, the feel of it allowed Mira to realize that she was still safe and loved. That everything would be fine and that someone was waiting for her when this was over. But the most peculiar part was when it was strongest around her loins. Such thoughts aside, Mira felt contentment even among the chaos surrounding her. Her mind was healing itself, and she knew that everything would be okay.

Soon enough, she felt herself starting to fade away, perhaps to return to the waking world. At first, she didn't want to leave, but a few images of a familiar face, Henry's face, appeared before her Mira. He would be waiting for her, and she didn't want to keep the baby waiting.

Her eyes slowly opened, and for a moment, Mira didn't remember where she was or what she had done last. It was difficult to describe the feeling of tiredness she felt right now and the comfort of her current position. The Death Knight thought it wise to lie there and drift back to sleep. It would've been so easy to close her eyes again.

That was until she noticed there was a warm body next to her, with their back towards her face. The Death Knight knew that she was hugging it and that leaving it was the farthest thing from her mind. Mira heard gentle breathing, and a small graced her lips before closed her eyes and nuzzled affectionately against the warm back. Furs and blankets covered both of them, and for a second, Mira wondered who this was exactly.

The image of a handsome man, Connor, came to mind for a brief second before the cold memory of his death removed any hope that it was her husband. Thankfully another visage distracted Mira from the dark thoughts, one of a young man, a cute one at that, and the one in her arms right now. Henry, the one she loved and cherished. Her baby-boy. Now her mind was becoming fully awake as she smiled and recalled the events of the last few days with him. He was a baby, for all intents, in a young man's body. That was what Henry was to her. A silly grin appeared on her face as she also recalled that she was his mommy now.

'Hmm, my baby,' She mentally reminded herself as she breathed in his scent and listened to him sleep. Henry was such a sweet soul, gentle and kind. And he saved her, if only out of his desire to help a lost soul. Mira had taken it upon herself to take care of him, to be not only his mother but his protector and lover. The Death Knight didn't mind that she was taking care of a big baby like him. Far from it, as it made their relationship so close now. Besides, she liked babying him: the feedings, the playing, the hugging, and the diaper changes brought them closer together.

As that last prevailing thought entered her mind, Mira shifted slightly to get into a better position to embrace Henry. That was when she felt something strange down below. It was like something was in between her legs, pushing them apart. It was thick and cushy, almost like a pillow. It took her sleep-addled mind to remember what she had worn to bed.

'Oh, yeah. I'm wearing a diaper, right.' Rather than freak out or become confused, Mira recalled with clarity what happened last night. She smiled a little more and resisted the urge to giggle. She might have been Henry's mommy and lover, but she was quickly learning that she might be something else as well.

"Hmm?" The Death Knight muttered to herself as she was wiggled a little and then felt a noticeable squish as she pressed her thighs together. Mira blinked a few times as if getting rid of whatever sleep was left in her and then frowned as she became aware of another sensation near her legs. It was cold and wet. Slowly getting up to make sure she didn't wake up Henry, Mira became aware that her diaper felt completely different from last night. As her mind was still coming out of its first sleepy haze in eight years, she didn't quite fathom what had happened.

She didn't think of what might have happened. Instead, she grabbed the blanket and pulling it off of her body with a slow flourish. Pulling herself up in a sitting position, she now had a better look over what had happened. Mira looked down at the state of her diaper and bedroll.

"Wha?" She muttered before her right hand, went down, and grasped the bulky and saturated front of her diaper. After being with Henry for the past few days, Mira knew the telltale signs of a wet disposable diaper. As she groped the padding around her waist, Mira had become keenly aware of what had happened.

The Death Knight had wet her diaper, soaked it even, and in her sleep. It was absurd to think, Mira had wet herself while wearing a diaper. But to add insult to injury, she felt a damp stain on her bedroll. She had leaked as well.

For a minute, all she could do was stare—both at the diaper and the stain. Mira had gone to sleep, knowing that there was a chance Henry would wake up and see her in a diaper. Now though, he'd have awakened to see her in a wet one as well. The cute designs were still present and colorful as ever, which contrasted against the dark-colored stain that was no present across the front of her diaper. She gingerly poked the padding and was surprised to hear a squishing sound along with a plastic crinkle.

Seeing the state of the diaper, it really shouldn't have surprised Mira to see a wet stain on her bedroll from it having leaked. She had gone to bed after drinking three adult-sized baby bottles of milk. 'Well, crap.' She thought to herself at realizing how embarrassing it was to make such an oversight on her part.

But she couldn't blame herself. It had been years since Mira had answered the call of nature. It was an awkward thing to remember and something that she hadn't even told Henry in full detail. Whatever magic the Scourge used on her body, she no longer could urinate or defecate. Until now, and the revaluation caused joy to well up.

'It's another sign. My body is healing!' She mentally cheered at herself and then looked over at Henry and smiled, 'Henry, you've done so much for me!' Perhaps any other adult would be red in the face at what they had awakened to, but for Mira, this was a great start to the day. Waking up in a wet diaper was just another miracle, albeit a strange and humiliating one. 'If only I could show Henry.' She thought with some slight melancholy. Mira wanted to show him that she was getting better, conceivably even on the path to becoming healthy again. On the other hand, it would be too much to wake him up and show off her wet diaper with childish glee.

'Goodness, it would be like me regressing alongside him.' Most children would show off that they hadn't wet the bed or their diapers, but for Mira to do the opposite would've ruined any authority she had over Henry. And right now, her baby boy needed a mommy in his life, not another baby. Still, with each discovery, Mira found it difficult to ignore these feelings. No doubt, though, she'd have to address them sooner rather than later. But that would be for another time, and perhaps when she was ready to tell Henry.

Either way, Mira found herself fascinated with the situation. She noticed that she was a tad wet in the back as well, prompting the Death Knight to get on her knees so she could feel the backside. 'Oh, I did soak this diaper,' her fingers brushed the rear padding drenched with cold pee as well. It seemed she and Henry shared a common trait; they were heavy wetters at night.

Looking back over at the sleeping baby, Mira took advantage of this stroke of luck. Her embarrassing secret was still safe, but she shouldn't take any chances. "Time to be a mommy again!" The black-haired beauty remarked to herself, quietly, before she stood up. She gasped out loud as she felt the weight of the diaper start to sag in between her legs. It was so heavy that she could feel it even starting to slip down her crotch.

Mira's face felt hot as she considered how silly she must have looked now. A Death Knight, former wife, and mother with a sagging diaper between her legs looking like the overgrown infant she was taking care of now. Seeing Henry like this had caused feelings of maternal warmth and amusement, but right now, Mira could only imagine how ridiculous she looked. No wonder Henry was so upset when he was wearing a cold diaper; it didn't feel all that nice now.

'I can't even imagine what it would be like to be...to be messy.' Her face heated up again as she imagined a drooping diaper filled with pee and poop between her legs, desperately looking to change. A shiver went down her spine, and Mira figured she'd have to explore such an event later. Right now, though, she had to get ready; today, Mira and Henry were going to leave this cave and continue on their way.

Sparing a glance towards Henry one last time, Mira gathered up her soiled bedroll and quietly started to move away from Henry and towards the small bathtub. Her diaper crinkled loudly, but it was the noticeable waddling in her step that surprised her, 'It's like moving with a small, soggy pillow weighing you down!' She groaned mentally but liked to imagine how cute she looked as she crinkled towards the small tub. Perhaps if the ground weren't so dirty, she'd have considered crawling towards her destination instead; however, discretion won out.

Only a short distance away now, Mira dropped the bedroll and then grabbed a small bucket filled with water and some soap. She needed to bathe and get her armor on, so she needed to be fast and quiet. The Death Knight almost failed when she did realize how loud the tapes of her diaper would be when she pulled off the first one. The sound of it being ripped from the plastic practically echoed across the cave. Mira spared a glance over to the still sleeping Henry, "Goodness, Henry can sure sleep." Mira muttered the observation as she, quietly, worked on the next tape.

Soon enough, the diaper dropped to the ground in an audible squish. Mira looked down and saw the noticeable yellow stain of urine inside it. The smell was quite palpable now as well. 'No different from Henry or my children though,' such smells didn't bother her anymore. Deciding not to waste any more time, Mira got in the tub and started to clean herself. Mira learned during her time with the Lordaeron Army that hygiene had to be maintained, regardless of the situation. The former soldier had learned to clean herself, head to toe, with just a washrag, a bucket of ice-cold water, and soap while out in the field. Given the current circumstances, cleaning her crotch of stale urine was easy enough, and she finished that task within a minute. Opting to wash her hair, Mira found it just a tad more complicated, and that took a bit more time.

Still, the confusing and humiliating thoughts of wearing diapers and being a baby left her mind as she considered the journey ahead for her and Henry. As she stepped out of the tub, she grabbed the used diaper and stained bedroll and then went about disposing of them both. Mira blushed a little as she added her diaper to the smelly sack of Henry's used diapers. No one would know the difference, though. The bedroll she tossed into the refuse pile.

"Okay, embarrassing evidence has been removed." She muttered to herself as she looked over at her armor, "And Henry is none the wiser." A wistful sigh escaped from her, though, "Still, I can't believe how cute I looked with that stuff on me. But no way am I going to walk around in any diapers." She trailed off as she noticed the diaper bag a short distance away. A new conflict waged in her mind. She couldn't be walking around in diapers under her armor; that would be too silly. But Mira had another idea in mind.

"I wonder..." She muttered aloud as she walked over to the bag, "Perhaps this thing can make some actual clothes?" Mira's needed some new underwear now, considering her old bra and panties were soaked in blood and torn. The thought of being nude under her armor wasn't the worst idea. Mira could recall hearing the men doing the same back in her army days, joked about going "commando" as it were. But it was unhygienic, especially for women. Besides, she didn't want her tits to get raw in the armor; they were quite sensitive now as feeling returned to her body.

However, it was crazy to think that the diaper bag could produce clothing fit for an adult. Why didn't Henry do that when he had the chance?

Mira idly wondered if she'd even wear underwear prepared by this thing as she grabbed the diaper bag. Channeling a bit of her magic into the bag, it seemed to respond within a few seconds of her "request." There was a pulse of magic that tingled out of the bag and onto her fingers. That was fast, and Mira also figured that it just didn't have anything for her.

Opening the bag, though, Mira stared as she saw lying on top of the babyish supplies...a matching pair of teal-colored panties and bra. Upon closer inspection, she could make out lacy threads, floral patterns, and even a little ribbon on the center front of it. 'Cute!' She inwardly gushed as she grabbed it and marveled at the material. This bra would've cost several gold pieces to make, let alone that it would've had to come from Quel'Thalas of all places for this of level quality!

It was undoubtedly pretty girlish, though. Still, Mira wasn't going to ignore such a gift. She quickly worked the bra upon her breasts and shudder as it easily fit her chest. Not only had the bag produced an expensive brasserie for her, but it was also custom-fitted to boot! It felt marvelous, and she felt a tingling sensation in her nipples.

"Okay, now the panties!" She muttered with glee as she grabbed the item in question and then noticing something quite strange as she felt the fabric. "Wait...huh?" The material in question was still of the highest quality Mira had ever felt with her hands, but it felt quite different than the average pair of panties she had worn before. It was almost like it was cut from a thicker cloth, especially in the front and the back. It also looked quite childish as well, with a picture of an adorable pink rose adorned on the front of it. Something about them felt familiar to Mira.

Then it hit her; she had seen these panties before. Not with the same level of quality and made for her, but back with her Anya. It was around the time that she was out of diapers and into...

"Training panties?!" She almost shouted by stopped herself. Yes, they were training panties, but they were undoubtedly thicker than the ones her daughter wore all those years ago. It was like they were given additional padding, like terry cloth, for a toddler didn't quite make it in time to the chamber pot. It seemed that the diaper bag still had to maintain a sense of consistency with requests made to it. So, it still produced an infantile garment in the end.

Mira sighed, "Well, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised." The Death Knight stared down at the panties, and her lips smirked a little, "They are cute at least." A small voice in the back of her mind also enjoyed walking around next to Henry or in public, wearing such childish training panties. No one would be the wiser, which suits the Death Knight just fine in this instance.

As she pulled the panties up, Mira now gasped as she felt the material of the soft garment brushing up against her pussy. Unlike regular panties, these weren't necessarily form-fitting. It was more like she had just put on six or seven pairs of panties all at once. And yet, they hugged her bottom and crotch like it was made precisely for her size. They weren't as fun as a diaper, but they made her think that she was wearing one.

Looking down at her body, the Death Knight loved the matching look of her underwear. At a distance, it would look like she was something mature. But upon closer inspection, anyone would make out the childish flair and design patterns. Briefly pressing her fingers into the front of the panties, the Death Knight couldn't stop a moan of pleasure escape from her throat. It felt so lovely and wonderful against her crotch! Mira bit her lower lip as she considered playing with herself, but that wasn't viable right now. She'd have to find time later, in private. Otherwise, she'd need to work herself up and see if Henry would be up for a round or three of sex to satisfy the desire.

"Hmm, thinking about all this stuff makes me wet," Mira joked to herself as she examined her body, "I should get an adorable dress to go with these things." That thought made her wonder about all the lovely clothing she could be wearing again. Idly, she looked down at the diaper bag but decided against experimenting with it further.

"Okay," Mira hyped herself up a little, "No more playing around. Time to get ready for the day!" The Death Knight gave herself a small cheer before she turned her attention to her armor. Mira couldn't help but giggle as the front padding of her new panties brushed against her womanly folds with each step she took. 'Oh, I can get used to this stuff. Better than plain old underwear, at least until I can get a nice, thick diaper on me.' One last happy thought before she got back to work.

The next hour went by in a haze. Mira donned her armor and started preparing Henry's meal for the day. She got a new fire going and began to cook things up, making a hearty breakfast stew for him. While that was going on, Mira started reading the gear and supplies for their journey to Wyrmsrest. Yet as she drew a hot bath for Henry, the baby boy was still asleep!

"Not even the smell of the stew is waking him up?" Mira was a tad worried now; had he gotten sick? He'd have to wake up eventually, considering the need to change his soaked diapers before long. If it were anything like her own experience this morning, he shouldn't be in them for much longer. As she walked over to him, the shifting sounds of her armor permeated the cave now; she kneeled before Henry's bed. Taking off a gauntlet, Mira touched his forehead with the palm of her hand.

"No fever," She muttered before looking at the sleeping face. It brought a smile to her face but also an amused one, "You slept through something you'd have enjoyed quite a bit, Henry." Leaning her head down, she kissed the top of his forehead, "But babies do need their sleep."

The Death Knight remarked one last time before she began to gently run her fingers through his hair, "Henry, time to get up."

The first thing he noticed, there was weightlessness to his body.

For a brief moment in time, Henry didn't open his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling. Rather, he was too relaxed even to care. Never in his entire life had he felt so serene, like nothing truly mattered. Time almost seemed to stand still even though his perception of reality was seemingly gone. Like floating in some malleable mass, his body floated and drifted through whatever space he had inhabited.

When Henry opened his eyes, though, he saw what he could only describe as the night sky being all around him. He made out constellations, glittering stars, and even what he thought to be "clouds" of different colors drifting across the cosmos. Beautiful didn't begin to describe what he saw; majestic and eternal were more apt descriptors. All Henry could do now was gaze into the heavens surrounding him.

But the tranquility broke when he felt a tug on his body, followed by a voice speaking out to him, "No time to gaze upon eternity, Traveler." The voice resonated with power and authority but spoke gently to Henry as well. Even so, Henry resisted the speakers' call, wanting to gape upon the stars before him. When Henry disobeyed, he felt the tugging increasing, and soon it turned into a forceful pulling upon his body. His mind panicked, and Henry tried to grasp any substantial material that would help him from leaving. But his fingers passed through only darkness and light, and before he could attempt any other futile effort, the stars and night sky flew away from his vision as if Henry began to fall further from them swiftly. Before long, they disappeared altogether, leaving Henry in blue-colored darkness.

Then a light appeared, and a pair of hands reached out towards him. They were transparent and glowing, and for a second, Henry thought he saw the stars and constellations anew. Henry quickly noticed they were the hands of a woman, "There you go, grab my hands, Traveler." Without a second thought, he grabbed onto them and felt a flood of natural serenity and calm flow from his fingertips to his arms and torso. There was a gentle pull, and this creature brought the so-called Traveler into a realm of dreams.

It was just like before for Henry. His perception, like within the estate and with Valrah, blurred. And yet, before some item or structure came into being. Though, he could recognize just about everything. Henry could make out Valrah's cabin, the orphanage, the Saldean homestead, Jaina's tower, the cave, and so on. It was almost like they were attempting to take shape and form but couldn't. Henry stared in amazement but didn't understand what he was seeing.

"Welcome to your mind, Traveler." The voice caused Henry to jump, and he quickly turned to see a figure that made him stare in awe. It was a woman that much was certain. But her body was like a walking, solidified version of the Aurora Borealis that Henry saw back in the Howling Fjord. Literal stars were glittering where her eyes should be, and a pulsating stellar anomaly where her heart should have been. She looked human, but certain traits didn't fit with the typical human physique. The stranger was tall as well. Henry felt like a child standing next to an ogre in terms of height. This creature looked friendly, though, as he could make out a small smile that materialized upon her face.

For a few seconds, Henry stared, trying to comprehend what was going on now, "I-where...where is Valrah? I was asleep on her bed?" He looked around a little, but he wasn't panicking at least. Whatever this entity had done to him made him feel calm, but he was still confused. "Who are you?! And what do you mean, my mind?!" Henry couldn't help but sound frustrated over what was happening to him. "The fuck has even been happening?!" His growing tirade was cut short as a celestial-looking pacifier appeared in his mouth. So sudden was the intrusion that Henry did the only thing possible and started to suck on it. He didn't taste anything, so much as what he felt when another feeling of serenity and calm washed over him. After that, he quietly suckled on the soother, now satisfied.

"Much better. I was confused at your quirks at first, but I'm starting to understand them." The figured sounded amused but didn't laugh or tease him. She approached Henry and kneeled to let him get a better look at her face. Once again, Henry marveled at the figure's defining traits. Stars and constellations, and Henry even saw what looked to be shooting stars flowing through her body. Her right hand moved towards his head, gently patting him a few times. It was a warm feeling, like standing outside in the evening summer heat.

"You are confused, frightened even. That is understandable. But I mean you no harm, Traveler. You are safe here with me." Her hand pulled away, but only briefly before she reached out and gripped Henry in an embrace. He felt the ground beneath slip away as the figure pulled him up. Now his entire body felt the radiant but comforting warmth, and the adult baby felt himself relax in her arms.

The entity seemed to hum as she considered what was happening, "Your brain chemistry seems to enjoy these types of physical interactions. I can sense your endorphins levels increasing quite a bit. Strange how mortals react, especially ones that liken themselves to those on an infant's level of cognition and physiology." Half those terms went over Henry's head, so he just sucked on his pacifier and enjoyed the presence of the big lady.

"Hmm, I think you have calmed down now to hear me out." Henry felt a brief surge of magic before the woman moved a little and then placed Henry down in a soft-looking chair that appeared from nowhere. "Now then, how do I answer your question? Hmm. Well, my name is Ralalon, the Caretaker." She gave him a small bow, "It is nice to meet you, Traveler."

A few awkward moments of silence passed before Ralalon noticed the problem, "Oh, how silly of me!" She made a gesture with her hand, and the pacifier in Henry's mouth disappeared, "You can speak now."

Henry stared for more seconds before looking away, "Uh, right. Ralalon, correct?" The entity nodded, "And you are a...?"

She closed her eyes and made another bowing gesture, this one deeper than before. Now she spoke with pride in her voice, "I am a Constellar, created by the Titans and tasked by Eonar the Life-Binder to watch over this Aetheric Device and monitor its usage. I have only recently awakened, though, sometime within the last solar month." Once again, a few of those words didn't register with Henry, though he did remember Jaina saying something about Aetheric, along with Freya and Valrah mentioning an Eonar.

"Right, I understood only some of that stuff. But from what I can tell, these Titans made you, that is you, being a Constellar. You are also related to this Eonar, who made the 'gift' otherwise known as an Aetheric device. Am I correct so far?"

"Correct!" Ralalon sounded quite happy with him so far; that was a good sign, at least.

"So, Eonar put you inside the Gift so you can monitor whoever was using it? Is that your entire purpose?" Henry found that to be quite a miserable existence if that was true. Thankfully, Ralalon shook her head.

"I was made to help care for the creations of Eonar, Traveler. I was only tasked with preventing possible biological and environmental damages to mortal races such as yourself. I was not directly involved in the creation or modification of any sapient strains." Henry briefly noticed that she became quite focused and almost monotone when describing what she did for Eonar. Almost like she was compelled to say it.

"Right, still didn't understand half the things you said there." He paused and looked around a little more, "Let's take a step back; where exactly am I?"

Ralalon stared at him for a few seconds, "I already told you, we are in your mind." The so-called Constellar gestured with both her hands, "I attempted to better understand you by creating a positive dream sequence that was to your liking. It required accessing the Device's basic applications to do so, but it seems to be successful. Your endorphin levels were quite high, and your body was producing significant amounts of melatonin and norepinephrine as if to extend the dream sequence further along. You have been asleep for almost twelve hours, sixteen minutes, and thirty-four seconds."

His jaw dropped, "Wh-I-wait, wait, wait!" Henry was holding up his arms to stop Ralalon from speaking further, "Everything that I just experienced was...a dream?!" Everything that happened, all the strange, wonderful, and concerning things he faced while in his estate. None of it mattered.

"Correct!" Ralalon sounded happy again, "I hope it was to your liking; it certainly gave me a good idea of the current user. I must say you made bizarre choices and were developing stress chemicals in certain instances. You also urinated quite a bit, which I'd advise-" Henry suddenly cut her off.

"WHY?! What was the point of this then?! Do you know how I felt when I watched people I love being miserable because of something I thought I did?!" He was quite angry, but more with himself than with this stranger. Henry was aware that he was dealing with someone or something that had no idea what was truly going on right now, but that didn't stop him from wanting to lash out. "What were you hoping to achieve with any of this nonsense?!"

To his surprise, Henry thought that Ralalon might have been a tad offended or even upset, "I needed to understand you, Traveler. You are using a vast amount of energy, developing at a rate that required my attention. The Device is feeding off your negative and positive emotional spectrum quite a bit. It required further research and examination. Have you not at all considered how and why you were getting your powers?"

Looking away to hide his embarrassment, he still tried to defend himself, "I just thought, well, I figured it was Valrah who did something. She's one that gave me the diaper bag!" He looked back at Ralalon, "And don't change the subject; you ran me through this weird, perverted fantasy to learn about who am I as a person? Why didn't you reach out to me in a prior dream?! I've had been carrying you around for almost two months, and now you contact me, why?!"

Ralalon stood silent for a few moments, "I've only just awakened, but the truth was that I was also hiding. That is why I didn't reach out before, but you used the device so much now, I needed to reach out." Henry didn't miss the change in her tone; it was like she was frightened of something now. "I do apologize for the deception, Traveler. And if it caused you emotional or mental harm, then I hope I can make amends someday. But I don't have many options when it comes to determining the intentions of a user." She sounded earnest in her apology, even if it sounded wooden.

Henry rubbed his face with both hands, "And?" He asked as he lowered them, "Did I pass or meet your requirements?"

Ralalon nodded and seemed to smile, "You did! My analysis shows that you are somehow that cares deeply for others, not just for their physical wellbeing, but also for their mental and spiritual wellbeing as well." She seemed almost excited, "From what I can tell, based on initial observations, mind you, I believe you have the soul of a Healer and the Child, along with that of a Traveler!"

Some of Henry's anger subsided upon hearing that last part, "Really? That's uh, well, that is interesting to hear." Henry never considered himself being a healer; he wanted to be a fighter supreme. A heroic warrior or a paladin, even if he was stuck in diapers and needed some baby time. But the idea of healing someone? Well, maybe that was a given after gaining healing magic. "I mean, I guess that makes sense. I've been helping people quite a lot recently." He felt a bit of pride well up in his chest.

"I also detected large amounts of sexual activity, in particular, linked with aggressive infantilized desires and thought patterns." Her words brought him down a peg. "You embody many strange traits, but you fit into the criteria needed to access most of the devices' core aetheric applications."

That sounded interesting, but he was still a tad confused, "So...my entire dream was just some fantasy designed for you to gauge my personality? Did you see the whole thing?"

The Constellar nodded again, "Correct. I was monitoring it in 'real-time' with the blue creatures disguised as your "cherubs." You might have noticed the other colored ones were aggravated with my presence. The other cherubs' response is likely a sign that the Device's applications are starting to resist my interference. The Device is intricately linked to your soul now. I am not, though. I am, for all intents, an intruder upon your mind." Ralalon didn't seem concerned at all, even amused at the circumstances.

He shook his head, "This is getting stranger by the...minute? I have no idea how long we've been talking."

"It has been only nine seconds outside of this place." She answered briefly, and Henry was wondering how time worked in this place. But he had more important things to worry about now.

"So..." Henry started as he started at Ralalon, "Let me try and get this whole thing straight. You are a Constellar, which is a race created by these Titans. And this Eonar is part of said Titans?"

His question seemed to surprise Ralalon, "You do not know of the Titans?"

"I heard Freya mention them, and I figured the Path of the Titans was also related to them, but no. I don't know anything about them. Did you not read my mind to know that?"

Ralalon looked aghast at the suggestion, "Never! Reading another memory stream without their permission is morally despicable!"

Henry gave her a very doubtful but amused look, "But watching me having sex and having private moments isn't viewing a memory without one's permission?"

If there was ever a chance for Henry to watch a creature like Ralalon get embarrassed, he must be seeing it right now. Her entire body turned a shade of purple and red for almost thirty seconds before she spoke, "That is different."

Henry didn't buy it, but he wasn't going to press her further. "Uh-huh, whatever you say."

"Regardless," Ralalon spoke up again, "I did not read your memories. So no, I'm only aware of what I see inside your dreams and what I saw during my test. So I only have a vague understanding of what is happening outside of this place."

Henry considered that for a moment, "Doesn't that mean... you get lonely?"

"I have ways to keep myself busy." Ralalon seemed happy but also looked a tad apprehensive, "But I will admit that sometimes I miss learning new things about the mortal world and Azeroth itself. One can only be entertained by reviewing sub-atomic and quantum particles for so long." Once again, Henry realized that he was talking to a creature that existed in a whole different league of intelligence and perception of reality.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Henry sounded earnest, figuring that while he might be some puny mortal to her, maybe he could at least do something.

Ralalon quickly shook her head, "Oh no, please don't feel the need to do anything. I assure you, it is for the best that this remains a secret." She looked a little hesitant for a second before changing the topic, "But to your previous line of questioning, Eonar was a Titan, yes."

Henry slowly nodded, "And this Eonar made the Gift, this Aetheric Device, to act as what? It can't be just a diaper-bag producing an endless supply of babyish items."

The Caretaker nodded, "Correct again! The Device can do so much more! While it is not a powerful creation matrix, it can act as a sort of adaptable fabrication and modification mechanism. I'll save you the trouble over the exact details on how it works-"

"Well, it'll suit your needs as you see fit. And it can be used to change things as well, both items and people. Even I have trouble understanding all its applications. Plus, the Device is ever-evolving." She didn't sound concerned over that; Ralalon seemed almost sad, "The Creators were truly capable of wondrous feats; even their most basic of devices are marvels. To hear that they are forgotten is so disappointing."

Henry steered the conversation back on track, "But you monitor this device, along with the user? What if I failed whatever test you had in mind?"

"I'd have cut off all energy flow to it." Now Henry heard the authority return in her voice, "Make no mistake, Traveler. I can shut off the Aetheric flow with just a thought. I might not be in total control of it, but I know how to stop it entirely." Soon her amused tone returned, "But, you are worthy. So do not be concerned."

"So, every embarrassing or humiliating event that I went through because of this Device wasn't because of you? That was all me?" The realization that he also had no control over a magical diaper bag was disturbing.

Ralalon looked confused, "I'm unsure what you mean by embarrassing or humiliating, but the device responds to the users' input. Are you saying that it did something without you knowing or requesting?"

"It's done a lot of things without my input. It's even saved my life already."

The Constellar looked at Henry with a new appreciation and interest, "Fascinating. Now, why would it go and do that? The device isn't capable of doing something like that anyway." Now she was leaning down at Henry, "You are getting more and more interesting, Traveler." Henry blushed and tried to focus again, but it was difficult. Once again, a woman that should rightfully have no interest in him was doing just that.

"You have the hallmarks of a Traveler’s soul. Thus, you are a Traveler." She had brought up her hands now, and an image appeared in-between her hands. Henry saw what looked to be an unidentifiable humanoid figure traversing across strange and alien landscapes and meeting with other humanoid figures. "A Traveler is someone that makes connections with others, experiences the world, and develops worldly wisdom to share with others. Among all the traits and quirks that your soul possesses, this is the strongest."

Henry blushed as he doubted that was his most influential trait, "I'll uh, take your word for it." All this adult talk made him want a diaper again. He was still bummed that his dream ended before Valrah diapered him.

She must have missed his hesitation as she continued, "You are someone meant to explore not only the lands of this world but the people and cultures. The roads you will take are not of dirt and stone, but hearts and minds. And you will not be bound by petty or artificial boundaries or rules. You are a free spirit, a child of this world, and one that finds connections with all people."

As he listened to Ralalon finish her small speech, Henry felt a tad overwhelmed. The Constellar made it sound like he was destined to do something grand or change the world. "What exactly does that all mean? Am I destined to do some task or feat?"

She shook her head, "No, quite the opposite!" Ralalon's body brightened considerably, "Any destiny or purpose does not bound you. Far from it. You are a free agent of choice, but if you wish to attach yourself to a cause or nation, you are free to do so. Otherwise, you have the option to be who you want." The image left her hands before they slowly reached out and grasped the sides of Henry's head, "You are free, Henry."

"I...I mean, that sounds amazing, I guess?" He didn't know what to say, "This is all so...overwhelming."

A smile graced her face again, "Well, don't worry. You won’t remember this conversation when you wake up."

Henry blinked a few times, "What?"

"Your memories will be partial...stored, I guess you can say. They will be returned to you when I think the time is right, but ultimately, you will have to forget this part of the dream." Ralalon pulled her hands away from a confused Henry, "It's for our protection. No one can know about me being in here."

"Well, what a minute," Henry interjected now, "What about all this information about the Gift, I mean the Device? This is something I should know, right?"

Ralalon shook her head, "It's not critical to know, and you shouldn't be trying to decipher its secrets anyway. If you try to change the exact specifications and settings on it, you could cause irreversible damages to you or others." The stellar woman looked confused, "Did no one warn you about the device at all when you got it? Don't tell me you just randomly found the device."

"I got it from a woman named Valrah; she didn't mention that it was some magical device; I mean, I just figured it was a normal diaper bag." Henry tried to explain, now worried that he would be missing out on something important when this was all over. "Everyone has been calling her a Servitor. Does that mean something?"

"A Servitor?!" Ralalon sounded shocked and very concerned, "Someone made a Servitor, are they mad?" Now the Constellar looked upset and quite angry, "Listen, you must stay away from such creatures. They are extremely unpredictable and dangerous if not properly crafted. Don't trust this Valrah."

"Oh, please!" Henry shot back, sounding annoyed, "You saw that I loved Valrah, I don't want to hurt her, and she won't hurt me. Look, the worse she'll do to me is spank me until I'm sobbing, but you make it sound like she'll kill me."

He expected a retort of some kind. Instead, Ralalon crossed her arms and looked away, "Ralalon? Come on, I know, Valrah. She wouldn't do anything."

"I can only advise you one last time; don't trust a Servitor, and most certainly, you should stay away from it." Ralalon looked distracted for a second before speaking up again, "You have the right to make a choice, but keep in mind that it's better to hide this power as much as you can."

A few instances of him doing the exact opposite came to mind, "Easier said than done."

"Then do what you can to mitigate it." Ralalon gave Henry an inquisitive look, "Well, I suppose there isn't much else to go over."

"I mean, anything you tell me will just be forgotten, so what's the point?" He sighed and looked around a little. He stared at the images of his past and wondered about what power this Constellar had over his mind. Time would likely be short now; Mira would soon wake him up. "Can I ask you a question?" Henry turned back to Ralalon, "What was happening to me when I was inside that...realm of stars? It was so serene, peaceful even."

"That was my rest and meditative chamber." Ralalon remarked with a smile, "The Constellars called it a 'stellar womb' as we use it to plot out celestial cartography inside a stimulation of this galaxy." Again, most of the words went over his head, but he did hone in on one word.

"A womb, huh." He looked a tad embarrassed again, "I didn't want to leave it. It was so nice and warm inside it. I imagine it's something babies feel when they are pulled out of their mother's womb." Henry could recall a few matrons talking about such a thing, infants resisting the mid-wives attempts to pull them out of their mothers' wombs because they wanted to "stay where it was most comfortable." Henry didn't know why he said it, especially to a creature that likely didn't even understand the concepts of birth or why he'd be interested in it.

"You enjoy the idea that I pulled you out like a newborn." Ralalon's words shocked him quite a bit, "Your brainwaves are strongest when entertaining mental stimulations such as those." She noticed how embarrassed he looked now, "There is no shame in me telling you this; it's alright that you enjoy such things."

Henry looked away, "After what I saw in the dream, I didn't want to impose these...desires on someone I just met. It feels so dirty."

"But you enjoy it, and you enjoy spreading your love and affection towards others." Ralalon spoke up again, confused at Henry's tone, "That is something a Traveler does. You must share your intimacies. Otherwise, how else will others understand you?"

"I think there is a limit, though, to sharing certain intimacies." Henry countered but nodded all the same, "It's just all so confusing now. I don't know if I am doing something wrong or right being this way."

An uncomfortable silence passed between the two, and after a minute, Ralalon spoke up, "I thought you were, what is the word...cute? Yes, cute. I enjoyed watching your interaction with the others as well. I don't know much about infants or what they do, that wasn't something I cared about, but I did find myself enjoying the spectacle."

Henry blushed, but he nodded, "Thank you, that's nice of you to say." He didn't sound too enthused, though.

Ralalon stared for a bit, "I'm sorry, I'm not used to comforting mortals." She looked away, "I imagine Constellars are quite uncomfortable to be around, anyway."

"Not at all!" His words seemed to surprise Ralalon, "You are warm to the touch, and you are beautiful. Standing next to you reminds me of summer nights, and when I gaze upon your body, I remember the Dance of the Gods back in Howling Fjord. You make me think of good memories, Ralalon. That alone makes you a joy to be around." He smiled at her and was rewarded with her body shifting between purple and red.

"Thank you," She responded almost shyly, "The last person that complimented me was Eonar. So, thank you, Traveler."

"You can call me, Henry." His smile remained on his face, "Considering you are living inside me, in some way. I think it's okay to be on a first-name basis."

The Constellar looked confused and conflicted, spending nearly thirty seconds in silence before nodding, "Very well, Henry." She paused, and Henry watched as she looked back at him, "I-I'm not sure what else I can do to help you right now; I have no other advice to offer. But, I suppose if you want, we can do something that you'll enjoy?"

He seemed taken aback, but the sudden offer, "Oh, uh, what did you have in mind?"

Her body was continually shifting, back from purple, red, and blue as she stood up now, "I can't do much, but perhaps you'll enjoy this?" Ralalon held up her hands and pointed them at Henry. He barely had time to say anything before he felt a wave of energy hit him. The natural serenity briefly washed over him and passed within a few seconds. When it finished, Henry felt different. He wanted to ask what Ralalon had done, but he couldn't speak as there was a pacifier in his mouth.

A brief shifting of his body and Henry felt a comforting friend taped around his crotch. Looking down, he was wearing a diaper, a rather thick and childish-looking one. But that wasn't the only thing; he was wearing the same infantile getup from before at Jaina's tower; mittens, booties, a bonnet, and this time what looked to be a small "dress" of sorts.

Ralalon stared at him and didn't know what else to do, "T-there, you look like a baby now. Are you...happy? Yes, you should be satisfied. I'm detecting an increase in heart rate and hormones. Good, this is what you want." She scooped up the surprised Henry into her arms, "Does this feel better, Traveler?" She asked Henry quietly, unsure of herself.

Henry, unsure as well, nodded and sucked on his pacifier. He nuzzled into the chest of the star creatures, his head caressing the stars themselves, and closed his eyes. Ralalon didn't know what else to do, but she recalled what she saw in his dreams. She made sure that she was carrying him properly before speaking to him softly, "Good baby, close your eyes. I'm right here."

The difference in size made Henry feel like he was two or three years old again, being held by an adult with no worries or confusion on his mind. Henry wondered if this was the end of this dream. It was an excellent way to end it, being held like the baby he wanted to be, but by a creature living inside his diaper bag.

"Wiww, I shee you again, Rawawon?" Henry muttered behind his pacifier as he yawned briefly, "Don'th wanth you tho be awone."

The Constellar started rocking him in her arms, "I'll be right here. Maybe not in plain sight, but I'll be watching. Now, go to sleep. Someone is calling for you to awaken. So awaken from this realm, Traveler. And may the next part of your journey be a swift and safe one."

Henry suddenly felt so incredibly tired; he was fast asleep by hearing the last word.

Ralalon watched as the human's body broke down into wisps of light before the 'idea' of him disappeared completely. The metaphysics of the dream was always fascinating to watch. For the Constellar, it was one of the few things she envied about the mortal races. To sleep and dream, imagine realities and worlds, unlike anything, even the Creators could create. And as Henry faded away, Ralalon "grabbed" the memory of this event, a glittering light no bigger than a grain of sand in her palms.

A ghost of a smile appeared on her face before she willed the memory to enter into her body, letting it become one with her. It would be safe inside the Constellar. "Until he's ready for this information again," Ralalon told herself after a moment of dream-time passed. This false reality, the one created by Henry, started to collapse in on itself. Ralalon didn't have to wait much longer before it was gone entirely, leaving her in an endless void of nothingness. Without a worry or care, Ralalon returned to her Stellar Womb, but this time she had a purpose now.

Her thoughts drew towards Henry and what he meant. Would the Traveler feel upset when he remembered what she had done? Ralalon found the human to be an empathetic individual; he seemed concerned about her mental wellbeing. It was touching and cute in some way. Mortals seemed to treat any creature they encounter as having the same desires and needs as their own, including a desire for companionship.

It was interesting, almost exciting, to monitor Henry's mental readings in real-time. When she treated him like an infant for that brief moment, it was all very informative, if not a unique experience for the Constellar. All that time was spent making sure the creations of Eonar survived, but she never interacted with them until now. But the Traveler? He was something else entirely. What caused him to develop such mental quirks? Was that normal for humans, or something caused by his Traveler soul?

His soul was an enigma. Because Ralalon could feel his warmth as she held him in her arms. This sensation should've been impossible, as a Constellar was practically devoid of feeling anything save for the presence of a Titan. Something was different about the human; Ralalon knew that to be the case because of how the Device reacted and due to a servitor focusing on him so intently.

For the first time in, well, a long time, Ralalon found something worthwhile to focus on now. She had lost track of time now since being asleep inside the Device, but certain things had changed on Azeroth. Henry's entire species was uncatalogued, but she could see incredibly familiar genetic markers. Such macro-biological changes aside, Ralalon focus was on Henry himself.

Inside the womb, the stars of a simulated galaxy dimmed before her. Ralalon focused on Henry and brought up a visualization of his entire being. This representation would allow the Constellar to examine every part of his mind, body, and soul. The human's connection to the device, and by extension, her limited access, allowed her to research this further. The only thing she couldn't do and wouldn't do was access his memories. Ralalon lied, somewhat, to Henry in regards to if she did or did not see his memories. The truth was that she did sew a few of his memories. But they were broadcasted in his mind so much that she was able to view them without even trying.

Perhaps Henry might have been embarrassed somewhat to hear that Ralalon's first introduction to the Traveler was watching him start crying because he couldn't get any breastmilk. And this wasn't him being a toddler, but an adult. The Constellar knew then and there that she was dealing with a peculiar mortal. After that, it became the desires, memories, and fantasies of different females from multiple races. When she finally created the dream sequence, she created what she believed to be a desirable world based on this mature-infantile mentality. It was a gambit, but one she had to take. Ralalon wanted to know who was access the Device's considerable power.

And what she found still surprised her.

But that was all in the past now. Ralalon wanted to know even more about him, and this time she was going to take things seriously. She now had Henry's entire physical and metaphysical structure laid before her, and the Constellar was quite disappointed by what she saw. A human, it seemed, was a reasonably robust species but an incredibly mundane one as well. Ralalon found traces of several Azerothian hallmarks, such as the genetic and physical predisposition towards developing magic access, but otherwise an ordinary species as they come.

Upon seeing the underdeveloped bladder and bowel muscles, Ralalon knew enough that wasn't a typical species trait. That was most likely a Henry trait, considering what she had seen. His infantile natured fascinated her, especially upon seeing how he interacted in the dream sequence she had tailored for him. Then again, her comparison of Henry with other humans was nonexistent. There was a lot about humans, and Henry, that she didn't know about currently. Perhaps the Device had more information? The only thing that might have stood out otherwise was the increased testosterone and blood flow to his genitals. Based on what she saw in the dream, he was quite sexually active.

Mentally speaking, Henry appeared normal. No mental or neurological disorders, but she found heavily modified parts of his brain in certain instances. Such as the part that allowed for understanding and using languages was quite developed. The elements of the brain that controlled empathy, desires, obedience, and sexuality were all modified. Ralalon was confused; what purpose did such a thing serve? Brushing such thoughts aside, it didn't matter much in the end for Henry. Although this increase in sexual desire meant that Henry was likely quite active in finding a release from his urges, he would probably gravitate towards a dominant female figure. Still, it appeared that Henry was also developing dominant tendencies as well. From the back and forth in the dream, Henry could play multiple parts if it meant pleasuring his females more than himself.

So far, Ralalon found Henry to be an ordinary creature, save for a few quirks. So why did he make her body shiver? The Traveler embarrassed her with a few pointed questions. The only one who had done such a thing was Eonar. A Constellar can't get embarrassed; it isn't a thing that happens. But somehow, someway, Henry pulled it off, even if just slightly.

There was a mystery here, and Ralalon needed to solve it. The Constellar was almost having fun even! All that left was the human soul. And this was difficult. Examination of a mortal soul was also such a strange thing to witness, even by a Constellar's standards. When one broke a soul down to its base level, it was almost akin to examining an entire world through a scope. Only a Titan could truly grasp and recognize the inner workings of a soul. The Travelers spark was inside Henry, that much was sure, but there had to be something else that Ralalon was missing here.

But in this instance, it was made all the more hazardous. Henry's soul was tied directly to the Device now. This meant that if she wanted to gain full access to his soul, she'd have to also link up with the aetheric systems of the Device. Ralalon didn't fear the prospect of linking herself to it, but she was wary. It had already shown itself to be hostile towards her, with those cherubs attacking. Almost like it was alive with someone other than the Constellar. However, that was impossible. No, she was likely dealing with rogue Designates, nothing that she couldn't handle. Her curiosity got the better of her; she needed to figure out what mystery lies with the Traveler.

Forging another link with the Device was easy enough, and for a brief moment, she figured that something would attempt to stop her. Instead, she met with no resistance and silence. A good start and one that she hoped would last. With that in mind, she accessed several applications tasked with monitoring Henry's aetheric and spiritual wellbeing.

And with his entire soul laid bare before her, Ralalon began to examine it slowly. What mortals would've felt like years passing by in the Stellar Womb, Ralalon felt like only a few hours had gone by as she looked over Henry's spiritual whole. And at first, she was disappointed. She discovered only a few unique traits, such as the trinity of colors that seem omnipresent: green, yellow, and gold, which represented his compassion, innocence, and courage. Ralalon marveled at the Spark of the Traveler, the Strength of the Healer, and the Glee of the Child. From what Ralalon saw, there was still purity to Henry.

But other than that, he was decidedly average. As the hours ticked by, the Constellar examined just about every section of his soul and found nothing that hinted at something else was at work here. And then, she noticed something. The trinity of colors obscured it, yet it was hiding in plain sight. Ralalon reached out towards it and saw what looked to be a tiny sliver of something familiar yet foreign.

Ralalon reached out towards the tiny piece and discovered something that would've taken her breath away if she could breathe.

Henry had inside his very own soul a tiny portion of a Titan's aetheric matter. The very essence of a Titan, hiding inside a mortal, albeit a small one! That was why she could feel his warmth now. It also explained why the Device was responding to him in such a way. Both were creations of the Titans. And both recognized some part of the aetheric sliver, in some form or another. How did such a thing end up in a mortal? The Constellar would find her answers within the fragment of aether.

However, she didn't get the chance. As soon as Ralalon reached out, she felt her connection of the Device shudder and blink. Soon she felt something tugging at her being, and within the span of a second, the Constellar felt the links die in one sudden burst of different energies. If she were alive, she'd have recoiled in surprise, but instead, Ralalon did what she could to access the Device aetheric networks. Each time she tried, though, a wall of energies blocked her attempts.

Frustration set in, and she prepared to use all her considerable might to pierce through the wall when she saw something that shocked her even more than this sudden denial of entry. There was a message directed to her. It appeared in the form of those flying creatures, having just arrived inside the Stellar Womb, an oddity among the endless galactic void.

It then spoke, but with a voice that she neither recognized nor could attempt to as it was distorted with power. And the Constellar realized it was a female voice, though. The message was quite direct; This is your only warning, do not attempt to access the Shard. We will not tolerate your intrusion; the Carrier will not be impeded. Message ends.

And with a flash, the creature disappeared. Ralalon had no idea what just happened. How did anyone aside from her or Henry have access to the Device?! Then she remembered his words; it must have been the Servitor. It likely created a backdoor into the Aetheric systems. This revaluation didn't bode well for Ralalon and perhaps Henry. Still, it sounded like it was trying to hurt or harm him, as he was a "Carrier." Likely a reference to the Shard she had found in his soul.

That meant they had intentions towards Henry, intentions that required creating a Servitor for "Unacceptable." She spoke to herself for the first time in hours, "Just...unacceptable." Ralalon muttered to herself as she considered what to do in this situation. She had to do something, both to protect the power of the Device and the Traveler. However, whatever the Servitor had done meant that it was now aware of her attempts to access the Device.

An idea came to mind though, if this Servitor was able to create a backdoor into it...that meant Ralalon could attempt to access it as well. Yes, that should work by using the Servitors' intrusion methods to access the systems. It would take considerable time, perhaps centuries, within this realm of existence, but Ralalon wasn't going to let this threat go unhindered.

Ralalon promptly began a series of covert pings towards the Devices system nodes; it would allow her to circumvent any possible obstacles while looking for the backdoor quietly. In the meantime, the Constellar would attempt to locate any possible application entrances for her usage. Mayhap she could try to help Henry while she was in here. Perhaps for the first time in her existence, Ralalon felt both a rush of excitement and fear overtake her functionality. It was nearly impossible for a Constellar to go against their pre-determined functions, but right now, she had a duty to protect Henry. Whether it was for personal or pragmatic reasons, Ralalon didn't know.

Though there was no doubt in the Constellar's mind, she would do whatever it takes to solve this mystery and protect the little mortal. The good news was that she plenty of time, so Ralalon didn't have to take any unnecessary risks. Still, Ralalon felt impatience at how long everything would take. Another unfamiliar feeling for an entity that cared not for time. And yet, in a moment of whimsicality, she again thought of Henry. Somethings made sense now, the warmth he exudes as she held him in his arms. However, she thought of how peculiar he acted, as well. It was a welcome distraction from thoughts of danger and uncertainty Ralalon now faced.

And at that moment, she wanted to understand Henry. To understand the who and why of such a mortal that had received such a gift. Perhaps some part of his memories would explain it. There was, however, hesitation. Did she have the right to examine and watch his entire life play out? Ralalon told him that she would never break his privacy like that, but this revelation changed everything. So the Constellar decided that it was okay if it meant his safety in the long run.

'Besides,' She thought to herself as she started to access a few nodes linked to Henry's mind, 'I am curious to see what has happened in the world now, and he did look...cute.' Ralalon had the fundamental concept of infant care, motherhood, and sexuality, but she had never seen it in action or a case such as Henry's. Perhaps in time, she could visit him in his dreams and "research" it further.

It was decided. Ralalon focused her attention on reviewing Henry's memories and regaining access to the Device's systems. It would take a long time, but she felt confident. Meanwhile, she would see if there was anything else that could help the Traveler in his journey. Perhaps Ralalon could see about increasing his magical capabilities.

A smile graced her face, nonexistent in this realm, but it was there all the same.

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In case anyone is wondering, a Constellar is part of Warcraft lore and not just a random creation on my part.

One more part after this. Hope everyone is having a good week. Make sure to check in with your mommies for Mothers Day!

kerry · May 2, 2021

While I still don’t think it was enough to justify an extremely long dream sequence, this revelation was certainly fascinating. I’m not, as I have said before, a gamer, but I am intrigued by this world. And now we finally have seen an answer for the things that keep happening to Henry. Are servitors also real in the WOW universe?

fanfiction The Traveler (Completed 8/26/2021)

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