fanfiction The Traveler (Completed 8/26/2021)

[kerry]

1 hour ago, Posterchina said:

She didn't want to chaste their Lady

It was a previous sight

You've used "chaste" this way twice at this point in the chapter. The word you are looking for is "chastise." ?

I have no real idea what the second quote means in its context. 

 

[Posterchina]

5 hours ago, kerry said:

You've used "chaste" this way twice at this point in the chapter. The word you are looking for is "chastise." ?

I have no real idea what the second quote means in its context. 

 

Fixed, thanks for pointing that out.

And that was supposed to be "precious"

[Posterchina]

Chapter Twenty-Two, Part Two

 

"Come here, Henry." Karistrasza held her arms out and quietly ordered the adult baby. Unfortunately for the dragon, Henry whimpered and turned away from her in fear. It was difficult to imagine that the act of putting a charity device on his cock had caused him to regress in fear, or at least with an infantile fueled anguish. She idly wondered if this was some inherent fear in males. 

To say that Karistrasza was out of her depth here was an understatement. She was a warrior of the Red Dragonflight, a dragon who fought in great battles and earned her accolades with blood and fire. Why had her mother assigned her to literal babysitting duty? Even upon learning that Henry carried a Shard in his soul, the realization that it rested solely within the body of a young man incapable of holding his waste and regularly regressed into having the mind of a baby...was this indeed the assignment worthy of her talents?    

Henry was an inconvenience in her life, but that didn't mean she hated him as an individual. He did not choose to be this way or to carry this burden. Karistrasza felt remorse that the fates had done this to a mortal that was barely an adult by human standards. That it influenced him to this level was appalling to the dragon. In her mind, Henry had no genuine freedom in his life. 

Karistrasza wanted to pity Henry. "Henry, come here. Don't be afraid." She tried again, and he looked ready to start crying. The dragon was beginning to wonder if this response went a bit deeper than just punishing him. Was he that afraid of her? Karistrasza was supposed to protect, guide, and train him. Perhaps as an adult, she could reason with Henry, but as a baby, he was following instinct, and his instincts were telling him to be afraid of the woman in front of him.

"Damn it, Henry," She swore to herself in frustration, "I'm not trying to hurt or scare you." Her tone must have indicated otherwise because she could see tears starting to form in his eyes. Abigail had remarked that Karistrasza was mad at Henry. He was likely picking up on those feelings at this moment. He might have been a baby in mind, but he seemed to be quite empathetic all the same. 

The truth was that Karistrasza wasn't mad at Henry. She was angry at her mother for this assignment and was taking it out on Henry. She didn't want this job, didn't want to change diapers or act motherly to someone that she only met a few hours ago. Why the Lifebinder forced her to take this assignment, vital as it was, hadn't sat well with Kari. But if she was forced to do this, then she would succeed in training Henry. 

Perhaps she had gotten a bit too chummy with him as an adult and, now confronted with this side of him, failed to acknowledge the other responsibilities that were at her feet. Even with the assistance of Abigail and the others, she would need to take care of Henry when he was this way, and Kari was currently doing a rather piss-poor job.  

Right now, Henry was acting on the instinct of an infant...then perhaps Kari needed to act accordingly. The problem was that she didn't have her mother's gentleness or maternal grace. But she did have something that any baby wanted when they were upset.

With neither a word nor a gesture, Karistrasza allowed her clothing to completely dissipate, leaving her completely naked. She felt embarrassed and realized that if Abigail came back right now, there would be a rather awkward conversation and a break-up of authority at seeing their lady naked in the bed with Henry.

However, this strange gambit paid off. Henry blinked back the tears as he saw a pair of bountiful breasts in front of him. He now slowly approached Kari, almost like an animal towards a stranger holding some food in an outstretched hand. "Do you feel better now after seeing my breasts?" Kari, like most dragons, had a very different idea of body identification and nudity. That said, she preferred her dragon form to this bipedal shape. "I'm hoping you won't remember this in the morning because if you do..."

The last thing she wanted was to give him further exposure to this form.

Henry, however, only crawled forward as he eyed her exposed nipples, but soon he paused and started whining. Kari quietly groaned and wondered what she had done wrong now until she noticed that Henry's hands were grabbing his crotch. "Oh." She realized what it was now, "Can't get hard, can you? Serves you right. Kiame is right that a baby shouldn't be having any erections. I should see about making you impotent." Henry didn't seem to understand the threat to his manhood as he continued whining. 

Deciding that this was taking too long, Karistrasza's hands reached out and grabbed Henry's arms, "Come on, you want to suckle on some breasts? Well, they are right here." This wasn't what she anticipated doing tonight, but it was necessary. Kari treated this as a duty, which meant sometimes you had to make personal sacrifices for the greater good of the mission. 

Finally understanding what was happening, Henry naturally positioned himself by lying face down on her lap and then latched onto her right nipple with his mouth as he began to breastfeed. Kari gasped at the feeling of his tongue and lips around the nipple as it sent a small burst of pleasure through her mode. It was a very unusual experience, as the dragon had limited sexual experiences in this form.

She was surprised at how gentle Henry was as she suckled from her tit or how he made sure to not put all his weight into the action. It was almost a nice feeling to Kari, which was unexpected. "At least you aren't crying," Kari remarked before she got to work, "Okay, let's extract the aether in your body..." Her hands started to glow red, and she began to gently move down Henry's back, coaxing the aether to coalesce into her waiting hands.    

Aether was by its very nature powerful, chaotic, and unpredictable. Unlike arcane, fel, or divine, it was primordial and more akin to a manipulative source of life or universal energies. To use it was to invite possible danger or unforeseen consequences. There was a reason that the Titans exclusively used such power in their creations. But dragons were a unique species, and while they could not fully use aether, they could safely extract and refine it in their own bodies. Once refined, it could be used properly. 

But for Henry, his shard allowed for the creation of the substance, and the Gift permitted him to simply make use of the aether. Perhaps if he were a powerful and skilled mage, the young man would have achieved a fraction of the control that the Titans held over aether. Instead, Henry could barely control how it reacted or knew how to use it safely. To Henry, aether was a source of chaos and power, but perhaps given enough time, it could be used to do something as mother intended.

"At the very least, the worst thing that happens is that a few mortals just end up in diapers and acting like babies," Kari still couldn't believe that one of the most significant sources of power on Azeroth was for such a vulgar and absurd usage. It wasn't like Henry intended for it, but perhaps it made some twisted and perverse sense. The Shard fed off his infantile desires, that being innocence, compassion, and love, and would thus produce aether in response. Thus it stood to reason that the more "playmates" or "caretakers" Henry interacted with, the more aether was created.   

It was unfortunate to imagine that one of the few sources of aether was dependent on the producer needing to be babied. Well, it could've been a lot worse, especially if the stories that mother told here were true of the other Carriers. 

"Ah!" Kari suddenly gasped as one of Henry's hands slid down to her butt and started to idly grope it, "Cut that out!" She could feel a slight blush on her face as the dragon ordered Henry to stop it, but he didn't seem to understand or care for the demand. Her train of thought ruined, Karistrasza went back to extract the aether from Henry's body and soul. 

Once the aether was extracted, she could then see about resetting his mind to his adult side. His infantile mind wasn't a secondary personality, even though it appeared that way. Her mother described Henry's mind as having different aspects activated during set conditions or access to certain stimuli. It was akin to how druids acted in their wild shapes, or those exposed to demonic energies tended to change in personality, a reflection of the power they wielded. Henry was no different, save that there seemed to be indications of other aspects within his mind. His adult and babyish side were the two most prominent ones, but it was clear to her where most of his drives and motivations came from as an adult baby. 

Ultimately, Henry was a slave to his own desires. Which unfortunately made him an easy target to manipulate. His submissive nature made it easy for women to control him, especially if they held some sort of matriarchal or maternal desire. Hell, even if they acted like a fellow infant, they could likely control him. His sexual desires made this control easier as well. So many men were led by their cocks, and Henry was no different. 

Then again...her mother claimed that Henry had developed his own harem. Kari didn't understand why any woman would want to have sexual desires with someone that wore a garment made for infants and acted like one. But Abigail and the others certainly seemed to enjoy being around him, and they didn't seem disgusted.

Perhaps there was more to this, but Kari was beyond such urges. 

After another minute, she finally felt the aether coalesce, and she was shocked at how it felt within her mind and soul; it was like holding a small egg that contained a living creature. It was warm, soft, and bursting with energy. Karistrasza has not directly handled aether before this moment and knowing that it was so pure made her recognize just how potent it would be in the right, or wrong, hands. There was so much power in just this sample and from one instance of him acting like a baby. 

'If his entire life had been like this, that would mean he has an absurd amount of aether stored inside his body and soul. But where is it then?' Henry had been using it already, that much was sure, but even if he was using it every day, it would only be a drop in a rather large bucket. Kari would need to investigate this further when she had the chance. 

As the aether filtered into her body, it began to mix into her soul naturally and safely. The Lifebinder promised that the energies wouldn't do anything to her mind or soul, or body. The last thing that Kari needed was either ending up needing diapers or developing an unnatural love for adult babies. She genuinely wondered how many women that Henry had unintentionally altered. 

"Speaking of alterations..." She started working on "reverting" Henry to his adult state for tomorrow. The process took some time, but by morning he'd be back to his old self. When her mother explained the necessity of knowing this process, Kari understood the reason for needing to keep his training up, but otherwise, she didn't see any reason to not stop him from being a baby. That was when it was explained that this process would be necessary to prevent anyone else from ending having a regressed mind.  

Karistrasza didn't realize that she was perhaps the only other person now who could reverse the process without teaching it to another dragon. It sounded so absurd to think that she might have to help someone from ending up needing diapers full time. Considering Henry's desires, it seemed like it was more than necessary. 

It was so odd to imagine that Henry was a threat in that sense. It wasn't like mortals weren't familiar with mind or body altering magics, although certainly there was always a means to counter or revise such effects; Karistrasza worried that Henry was doing something irreversible to people by using Aether. Well, Kari and her mother could reverse the process, but there were still many unknowns, and she wondered if there was a point of no return in such instances.  

One couldn't deny the danger this power possessed, even if it wasn't harmful, and to know that the young suckling at her breast who just moments ago was wailing like an infant as he got his diaper changed, had this power worrisome. Yes, her mother was right in that Henry needed training, both for his safety and others. This wasn't a game, at least not Karistrasza.

However, perhaps she was also taking things a bit too seriously. Henry's stubbornness and lackadaisical nature, coupled with his perverted desires, influenced his decision-making far too much, and it was going to be a distraction in his training. Kari would need to use her authority to keep Henry in line. Regrettably, Henry must have taken this as her getting "mad" at him, and the subsequent decision to put that chastity device on his cock was an extension of that anger.  

She admitted that it could've been handled better, but a little bit of fear ensures that Henry obeyed her orders. Still, Kari had forgotten that toddlers, especially babies, had to be gently guided by a firm hand, yet she had to show compassion and patience. She failed with that last part. 

And yet, while she had to coax Henry with her body, he readily and quickly accepted her embrace now. A child was quick to upset but also quick to forgive and forget. 

"I'm sorry if I scared you, Henry," Kari remarked quietly as she finished absorbing the aether, "I want you to remember, everything I do now is for your own good and benefit. But I'll never hate you, alright?" 

Henry didn't respond, which almost made Kari think he was still upset until she noticed that he was no longer suckling on her tit, "Henry?" She looked down and was surprised to see that he had fallen asleep in her lap. Henry looked almost angelic like this, but Kari was surprised to think that he looked cute this way. Compared to their first meeting, she didn't really have to give him the once over.

Especially after he pissed on her body.  

"At least you have your diaper on now," Kari felt a tiny ghost of a smile on her lips. "Hah." She shook her head before slowly getting out of the crib and making sure Henry was comfortable in his new "bed." A bit of magic brought over the pacifier he had before, which she placed in his mouth before tucking him. It was odd to imagine her standing naked over an adult male dressed as a baby, even more so when she felt at ease watching him like this. 

"I suppose there are worse things to feel," She remarked gently before reaching out and gently running a hand through his hair as her mother had; it was almost relaxing. "We have many busy days ahead of us, Henry, but I know you are up to the challenge." Kari could be many things to Henry, a stern mistress or an uncompromising taskmaster, but she could be gentle in these little private moments.

For if nothing else, the dragon recognized that Henry would take his training seriously and was committed to learning how to control this new power. 

Still, it was late now, and while Kari didn't need to sleep as much, there was still much to prepare for in the morning. So with that in mind, she used a bit of magic to pull the crib's railing up and started to consider what exactly Henry would need to go over tomorrow first; perhaps a basic review of his scholastic and general education followed by some physical fundamentals? Kari already had a few instructors ready, but she had put off briefing them on Henry's condition. 

"Perhaps one of his caretakers should be with him?" She muttered to herself. That could've been both bad and good, but Kari seriously considered it as she turned off the lights to the nursery and went to leave. "It would make it a bit more awkward for the others than Henry." The nursery was supposed to be the primary location for Henry to enjoy his infantilism safely.  

As Karistrasza stepped outside and quietly closed the nursery behind her, she felt an odd draft. "Hrm?" Kari wondered what that meant until she realized she neglected to put her clothes back on before leaving. This sudden awareness caused the dragon to feel a blush appearing on her face, and with a gasp, the mistress quickly used her magic to hide her "shame." The last thing she needed was one of her hirelings seeing her exiting the nursery completely nude. Especially after she told them all to leave. They'd probably assume she was having a rather private moment with Henry. 

Kari looked around and confirmed that no one saw her. She breathed a sigh of relief, "How embarrassing." Her face still felt hot. It wasn't like her to not be aware of her surroundings or her state of undress. Kari might have preferred her dragon form, but that didn't mean she was allowed to roam without any clothes or in such a shameful manner. 

"It's alright," She muttered to herself as she started heading towards her office, "No one saw me." It was just a minor slip-up on her part. Besides, Kari needed to focus on what tomorrow may bring now. The first of many days began now, not just for Henry but for all of them. There was so much work to be done and so little time to do it. 

And with those thoughts in her head, Karistrasza overlooked that one of the doors was slightly ajar the entire time and then silently closed. 

---

Inside the nursery, Henry slept. He was oblivious to the waking world, and none would likely rouse him from his slumber. His new home was comfortable, dark, and silent, allowing the adult baby to sleep peacefully. Yet in the middle of the room, almost wholly forgotten, was Eonar's Gift. Perhaps one of the incredible magical artifacts in the world was left entirely unattended. Then again, no one would suspect such an object of power in its current form, that being a diaper bag. 

One of the more farcical moments to indicate the state of things in Azeroth. A device from a forgotten age, now used to help a young man have a limitless supply of diapers and cause infantile hijinks. A joke, albeit a harmless one for the most part. And yet, while its power was now directed towards the purpose of caring for Henry, it wasn't completely devoid of other applications or usages. 

The Gift had done many things in its time, especially for those that had gained access to it.

And in the pleasant darkness of the nursery, the Gift began to glow a muted green and yellow. Soon the colors encompassed the entire bag, but not before it briefly lit up the whole room and then began to fade away, but not before a small cascade of light and energy appeared near it. As it did so, the light and energy took form, and soon a person-sized tear in the fabric of reality shortly took shape next to the Gift.

Somehow, the Gift had produced an opening into one of the most magically warded buildings in the world. Then again, the Wyrmrest Temple had been built by the Titans, so perhaps then it was simply accessing something it already had access to in the first place. Whatever the case, a figure stepped out of the tear and into reality.

If Henry had been awake, especially as he was now, he'd have easily recognized who it was that just appeared in the nursery; Valrah. The plump, maternal, purple skin and white hair Draenei said nothing as she approached his crib, with a noticeable and familiar plastic crinkling coming from her bottom. A clear indication of what exactly Valrah was wearing, but not the only thing that would've caught Henry's attention. 

Indeed. If Henry had been awake, he'd have perhaps one of the most startling sights possible. "Damn you, Freya." Valrah muttered to herself, "I can't let Henry see me like...this." She crinkled loudly upon approaching Henry's crib. 

The Servitor had earned the ire of the Titan Watcher in the form of a curse. Henry's self-proclaimed and appointed "mommy" was made to look the complete opposite of such a title. Valrah might have her adult features, but gone were the clothing or aura that made her appear womanly and maternal to Henry and instead...

An unnaturally loud hissing sound came from the Servitor, causing her to pause and blush and then hope that Henry wasn't going to suddenly wake up to witness his mommy standing before him as she audibly soaked her diapers. That would've been only the first thing he might have noticed because Valrah was dressed almost exactly as her baby boy would have looked in her care. 

The diaper around her waist was absurdly thick and large, and now after having soaked it with her urine, its swollen padding sagged down past her thighs. That by itself was already humiliating, but the images adorned on the front were symbols used to identify children or babies in the Old Lexicon, effectively branding the diaper to indicate that Valrah was a baby as if the diaper wasn't enough. These damn things were designed to make as much noise as possible, and any attempt to hide them generally resulted in an embarrassing situation.

"Damn that woman..." Valrah kept muttering to herself, her anger and humiliation fueling dark thoughts in her mind. "I might need to abandon this form." She kept muttering as she idly pulled down the baby pink dress she was wearing in hopes of covering up her diaper. She knew it was impossible; the hem of the dress barely reached past her belly button! Her diaper was entirely on display, and there was nothing she could do about it, but Valrah felt impulses to hide her shame. Because that was what Freya wanted the Servitor to feel; shame, humiliation, and anger. 

And the dress and diaper wasn't the only thing she had to contend with on her person; the large bonnet on her head made it easy to spot her further, especially with the words "Baby-Mommy" that seemed to glitter and glow in the dark adorned on the front of it. Valrah felt a compulsion to put the pacifier dangling from her pink bib into her mouth, especially as the feeling of a wet diaper was upsetting her.

Valrah's mind and soul were turned into a plaything by Freya. Worse yet, the others involved in her creation allowed for this to happen! It was plain to see that she had lost control of life, but they denied her Henry more importantly. Her fury was growing, especially whenever she was confronted by the fact that it was Henry that saved her from perhaps a worse fate. 

Then again, being away from her baby was, in her mind, the worst outcome possible. This forced infantilism was bad, mainly because it ruined the dynamic she and Henry had together, but Valrah could've made this work if she just had the chance to stay with him. Even now, it has been challenging to slip out, even for this moment. It took an absurd amount of power and energy to get this form into this plane of existence and inside the Temple. And without Freya noticing that her "little sapling" wasn't in her crib. 

Why was everything going so wrong? Valrah should've never let Henry leave her home, but she didn't want him to hate her. The damned Traveler's spirit of his was forcing him to leave his mommy's care. Not that the others cared about what Valrah wanted. In their mind, she had failed in her task even though her love for Henry remained absolute and unchanged. 

But that virtue wasn't enough, especially after they found that her love towards Henry was, to use their words, "Dangerous." What did they know? They made her love him as a mother should, and then they decided to pull back and punish her! All because of the implied threats to Freya.  

Well, perhaps she did make a few actual threats. 

In any case, her punishment was both cruel and unusual. Valrah wasn't allowed to see or aid Henry until further notice, and she was stripped of both her dignity as a mother and woman and made into an overgrown infant. Freya claimed that it would help her "empathize" with Henry, but Valrah knew that the damnable Watcher hated Servitors, and Valrah had ratted out Freya's plan to the others. The Titan Watchers were not like their creators; they had plenty of faults to their characters. Freya was no exemption, and pettiness was one of them.

Especially after Valrah claimed that perhaps Freya and the other Titan Watchers at Ulduar were not wholly free of Yogg-Saron's previous corruption. Valrah was willing to admit that wasn't the smartest thing to imply, but she was also feeling quite petty during her brief "trial." And because of that, her short time spent with Mama Freya (the title made Valrah want to spit every time she had to say it) was one of indignities and humiliations. No doubt Henry would've loved them, but Valrah was forced to endure every infantile-related punishment and made to feel only shame and embarrassment. 

"At least I made it here..." Valrah muttered as she looked through the railings of the crib and saw the most precious person in her world, sleeping like the baby he was and should always be. Not content with just standing and looking, the Servitor summoned what remained of her magic, now free to use in this reality, to briefly turn herself intangible. 

As she glowed green and yellow, the Servitor simply phased through to the other side of the crib before materializing one more. Valrah tried not to think about how silly she looked, standing in a crib dressed as a baby. It certainly wasn't the worst experience she had received these past few days, made even longer due to time differences in certain planes of existence. 

Meanwhile, Henry slept soundly. Valrah felt relief and joy at finally being next to him again, physically; her access to his dreams had been relatively limited, almost non-existent. However, Valrah could still get into his mind from time to time. The process was complicated, especially when she learned there was some other entity inside his soul. But that was a problem for another day.

"Mommy's missed you," Valrah whispered as she sat and then lay down next to him. His back had been turned to her, allowing Valrah to hug and embrace the unaware Henry from behind. His body heat felt lovely, while his smell felt intoxicating to Valrah. She idly felt the front and back of his diapers, wishing she could check to see if he was already a wet baby. Even though Valrah wasn't a mommy in looks and potty training, the Servitor still felt her instincts towards Henry. 

Everything about him sent urges through her mind, primarily maternal but sometimes a bit more unsavory. The conditioning on Valrah's soul, combined with the indoctrinated orders, made her thoughts focused on ensuring Henry was taken care of in any of his needs. 

That was the problem, Henry felt a need to leave her love and home, and she had to allow it. By all rights, Valrah could've stopped Henry, made him her "prisoner" until the time was right for the Shard to leave him. Henry couldn't have stopped her, but now he learned to be an adult and wield his magic. He also found other women, those that could act as surrogate mothers or even babyish companions. 

She also recognized that Henry would soon have no more need for her. She considered that if she could no longer be his mommy, then perhaps ending up in diapers as a playmate was an acceptable fate, but even that was no longer a guarantee. However, Valrah wasn't going to accept that, and she readily admitted that jealousy now fueled her desires. 

Jealousy and fear. Valrah feared that her existence would soon become undone. A Servitor's existence was predicated upon maintaining any sort of willing purpose, and if she had no purpose, what was she? A part of her knew that Henry would always love her; it wasn't like him to hate or distance himself, especially since he adored his first mommy. Yet, the possibility remained real to Valrah.  

"I don't want you to leave me..." She whispered once more and tightened her hold on the sleeping adult baby, "I was here first. We're connected, Henry. More than you can possibly realize." Valrah was meant to be with him beyond her existence as a Servitor. She would not stop in her efforts to get back to him. Even so, Valrah was still powerless.

Even now, she felt a familiar tug upon her soul...Freya was close by now and trying to summon Valrah. The Watcher was even trying to influence her mind even then, forcing the Draenei to feel an unnatural desire for "mommy's milk" and getting out of her wet diaper. Freya could reduce Valrah to a sobbing infant with just a simple command, but she could never take away her love and desire for Henry. 

"Mommy has to go now," She whispered as a single tear trailed down her cheek but smiled all the same, "But you are back where you started, in a crib where you belong." As she reluctantly pulled away from Henry, Valrah gave one last smirk, "I'll be back someday. Wait for me, little one." She ran her right hand through his hair before the tug on her soul got so strong that the Servitor feared losing her composure.

Forcing herself to become intangible once more, she phased through the railings and started to waddle back to the portal...but not before another tug caused a rather disgusting response in Valrah.

"Ugh!" Valrah covered her mouth to stifle the noise as she felt her stomach starting to grumble. She knew what was coming next and squatted in the middle of the nursery. That damn Freya made sure that her current form had the working bowels and bladder of a newborn. However, there was always enough control left to offer some warning, just to make it noticeable to Valrah.

She swore quietly to herself, "Damn you, Freya!" 

The back of her diaper began to expand outward as Valrah started to mess in her diapers. It was so easy to do sometimes; it made it easy to realize why big babies like Henry liked pooping in their diapers. To see a woman like herself, dressed as she was and doing it next to her sleeping baby, almost brought Valrah to tears of shame and anger. The mental conditioning by Freya caused her to feel an expressed need to start wailing for a diaper change.

Valrah did the only thing possible and grabbed the pacifier and placed it in her mouth, the magic in the bulb helping soothe her as she continued to mess herself. It took half a minute to finish as she suckled on the soother. Her thoughts were not of her own, but they were telling Valrah that she had to go and find mama and that she was a baby for messing and wetting her diapers. It was easy to ignore the suggestions, most of the time. Other times it felt like her mind was getting overloaded with babyish thoughts and urges, but never in ways that might have aroused Valrah.

But what frightened Valrah more than anything was how she wasn't feeling as ashamed now. Maybe it was because there was no one else to see her like this, small mercy. But a part of her also felt a tiny bit of enjoyment from the act. That wasn't a good sign, and if this continued, Valrah's mind might irreversibly change. No longer would she see herself as a caretaker for Henry but a baby for Freya. She had to escape. Thankfully, a plan was now in motion to achieve just that, but it would take months, if not years, to complete.

She angrily wiped away the tears from her face and tried not to imagine how ridiculous she looked. Valrah's hands idly felt the front and back of her soiled diaper and hated at how full it felt with just one messing and wetting on her part. She tried not to focus on the feeling or smell of her diaper or how it caused her to waddle so much that she had to crawl to the portal, her breasts and diapered bottom swaying the whole time. Valrah didn't try to resist the thought of getting a diaper change or some breast milk, for that was the path of least resistance.

All that mattered now was biding her time to escape from this punishment and getting back to Henry. There were only two concerns in mind now. The first was reaching Henry before he forgot or no longer carried for Valrah's love as a mother. More than anything, her entire existence depended on this. Valrah would do anything to get back him and whisk him away from all the troubles of this world.   

The second concern was doing all of that and ensuring the effects on her mind and soul weren't permanent. Otherwise, the best Valrah could hope for then was that Henry wouldn't be too shocked to see the woman supposed to care for him ending up as a baby alongside him. Or worse yet, Henry grew up and made Valrah his baby instead. 

Valrah would not stand for that indignity. One way or another, Henry would be her baby once more. 

---

Henry dreamt. He dreamt that he stood in the middle of a forest path, completely naked. The forest was familiar, but Henry couldn't place where exactly. He started walking straight down the trail before him, and time seemed to pass by slowly. Henry was scared, alone, and missed the comfort of his diapers. Every instinct was telling him to find a mommy before he made a mess or got hurt.

The sun above him indicated it was early morning. After an unknown period, he came across a woman he recognized standing in his way.

It was Valrah. She smiled at Henry but said nothing as she approached him. Henry didn't say or do anything either, even as she grabbed his hand and pulled him off to the side of the path. He could see what looked to be an outdoor nursery, which Valrah used to resolve Henry's nudity. In the blink of an eye, Henry was dressed like a baby. He felt the comfort of a thick diaper taped around his waist and smiled at how it made his penis excited. Henry now had on a bonnet, onesie, booties, mittens, and a host of other infantile paraphernalia; a pacifier, rattle, a baby bottle, and his old stuffed anime. He felt wonderfully babyish.

The woman Henry called his mommy then gave him a kiss on the cheek and then, just like that, led him back on the path, to which Henry started walking down once more. It felt odd to leave Valrah so suddenly, but Henry felt compelled to keep moving forward and down into the unknown.  

As he moved through the forest, time seemed almost forgotten. To his surprise, Henry soon came across another woman, familiar yet again. A kind and older woman, one Henry hadn't thought about in some time; Salma Saldean. The first woman outside of Stormwind or Mommy to ever "catch" Henry in the act and learn that he was a baby.

She approached him, laughed, and tickled his chin, which caused Henry to giggle. But then she reached forward and removed the bonnet from his head before patting his diapered bottom in farewell. Once more, Henry continued on whatever journey lay before him. 

He went down the forest trail, and then like clockwork, Henry found another woman standing before him, although it was a most peculiar sight. A smirking, diapered orc sauntered over to Henry. Atda Bloodcleave, even while wearing a diaper, still had the gaze of a predator that caught her prey. She then put her arms around his waist, bringing him forward into an aggressive kiss. It lasted for what Henry believed to be a few seconds before she pulled away and then pulled off the bib around Henry's neck before bidding him goodbye. 

With each step, Henry started to feel strange. It was almost like he felt a bit more confident. Henry didn't feel so scared now, although Henry most certainly still wanted a mommy to go with him. Still, he kept progressing down the path.

Soon he came across a small, green woman that brought a smile to his face. Tixi Smallgift approached Henry looking like a girly version of himself, with a thick diaper peeking out from under the tiny baby dress she wore. Henry didn't resist the urge to pick her up and embrace his first playmate before leaning forward and gently kissing her. Tixi giggled before reaching up and snagging his pacifier before placing it in her mouth. As soon as Henry set her down, she toddled away from him. 

There was no hesitation as he continued down the path. Henry started to recognize that there was a pattern to this journey. 

It was no surprise now as he came across two more familiar faces; Uhzi and Fulrie, the two diapered priestesses who seemed to be waiting under the shade of a tree, giggled at each other as they looked at Henry. They soon approached him, and each kissed him. Uhzi hugged him while Fulrie gently groped his padded rear. Uzhi then took a baby bottle, and Fulrie took a rattle. And off he walked once more, down the path.

Once back down the path, Henry came across another face, but this one brought with him a feeling of unease and regret. Standing before him in the middle of the road was the Night Elf, the one he almost harmed and nearly raped in his own fury. Although clothed in only a diaper, Henry did not feel aroused or excited. Instead, he tried to look away but found himself unable to avert his gaze. She gave him a teary-eyed look, but she didn't shy away and approached Henry, reaching out and taking the small stuffed animal from him. Henry wanted to say something, but his voice failed him, and soon she disappeared from sight. Deciding the best course of action was to continue onward, he did just that.

After that exchange, he felt a bit melancholy but soon came upon the stout and beautiful woman that he knew was Braili Warflyer. The dwarf approached and beckoned him to kneel, to which Henry obeyed and received a kiss, just like before with the others, followed by her taking off his mittens. His hands now free, Henry brought them up and gently ran them through the sunkissed hair before he stood and continued once more upon this endless path.

Henry looked up into the sky and saw Cherubs floating and flying above him, chirping and raining the smell of baby powder upon his person. He looked down and saw standing before him the elegant and lovely form of Aegwynn. She shook her head and tsk'd at him with the waving of her right index finger, and Henry felt the booties on his feet disappear like magic. With an approach, the white-haired mage gave him a short kiss to the lips before sending him off once more. 

It was strange to imagine, but Henry felt quite confident now. He didn't fear the forest around him anymore, didn't feel the need to have a mommy come and rescue him, but he still longed for their company. Henry still felt like a baby, but he felt more like an adult as well. 

Further and further he walked; the path was leading to somewhere, Henry was sure of it. Without even thinking about it now, he once more came across two figures off in the distance; Aseni and Rista. They both approached and coo'd at him before they reached out and started to take the onesie off of Henry and soon replaced him with clothing fit for hunting, traveling, and general protection. Even so, they laughed when they saw that Henry's diaper was wet as they pulled his trousers up. Soon they disappeared, and Henry was left standing in place, realizing that he felt odd.

He started this journey looking like a baby, but as he gazed down at himself, he didn't look or even totally feel like one. The comforting wet feeling of the diaper, hidden from view, reminded him that he needed diapers like a baby. What had happened? When had he "grown" up? 

Another moment of realization hit him. It wasn't that he hadn't grown up; it was that he always was one, technically. Henry was a young man, becoming a man, but while he was a baby at heart, the people and experiences he had with them resulted in him accepting himself as an adult. 

Was that the right choice?

Down the path once more, and there standing before him was Mira. The Death Knight looked at Henry with desire, reverence, and even awe. She approached Henry and quickly embraced him, kissing him passionately and longingly. To his surprise, though. She handed him the Gift, his diaper bag, before gently reaching down the front of his pants and groping his padded crotch. Henry felt great disappointment when she pulled away and left him. 

He strapped the diaper bag like it was a backpack and continued forward once more. 

Finally, and he somehow knew it was the last encounter, there stood Karistrasza. His Mistress , as she called herself now. There was a look of disapproval on her face, and she glanced down at his crotch and frowned. In her hands looked like an ornate staff, perhaps one of the most beautiful things that Henry had ever seen. The dragon held it out for Henry to take, which he obediently accepted before she too disappeared from sight. 

Now what? 

Henry, now prepared for whatever awaited him, walked forward once more. Shortly after that, the path finally ended, or perhaps he should say it started? For Henry now stood in an open field, and before him lay dozens of new ways towards unknown destinations. Those that Henry had not yet seen and people he had yet to interact with. He turned to look back at where he came from and found there were only other entrances.

It was a nexus. But where was Henry to go? 

"Anywhere." Henry finally spoke aloud, "It's an endless world." He was a traveler, one who could not be bound by one road or place. He was free to choose where to go now. And somehow, he knew that he would return to the others one day. But until then, there was still much to explore. 

Henry took his first steps forward into the unknown.

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With a slight gasp, Henry awoke to an unfamiliar room and was inside a similarly strange crib. That dream of his still played out in his mind. Even as he sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Where was he now? Henry moved only a little bit and instantly felt something strange around his cock, something artificial. Memories of last night came flooding back and brought a sigh of frustration at knowing that what happened caused Baby Henry to come out. 

"Damn it," He grumpily muttered to himself. He idly shifted as he felt the chastity cage around his cock and inside a wet diaper. He couldn't even masturbate to celebrate his new nursery. Then again, Kari had warned him not to self-pleasure himself. "Fine." Henry lied back down into the crib and figured it was probably still too early for everyone. Maybe he could've started wailing like a baby to get someone's attention, but it was probably just best to wait.   

Henry looked up at the mobile hanging above his crib and idly grabbed his pacifier, putting it back into his mouth as he stared up above and thought about the dream and his current situation. The events of last night, so many things that had happened, caused him to consider that the future was undoubtedly going to be a challenging but exciting one. 

The dream reminded him of the people, his girls, and the lessons learned from his travels so far. Had he become a man now? Did it even matter? He still ended up back in a crib, almost exactly how he started upon meeting Valrah. Was he really destined for just this life? Henry had to believe that wasn't the case. Nothing was set in stone, at least after everything that happened. 

Whatever happened now, he seriously doubted it would not end with him ending up being babied by someone. Still, there were undoubtedly worse fates for a traveler like him. As he kept that thought in mind, Henry pulled the blanket back over his body and tried to get back to sleep. He thought about the women he met and knew that regardless of whatever Henry became in the end, and whether they were a mommy or a playmate, he'd always be their baby. 

As he began to fall asleep, he knew this was the start of something new, and it would be the best. It was a dangerous world out there, and Henry felt better knowing there was a mommy just around the corner to take care of him. But maybe in time, he'd be able to take care of them as well. 

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So yeah, this is pretty much the end of this part of the story series. Going to keep working on it more when I have the chance via side stories before I return to the main story someday. But yeah, hoped everyone enjoyed it for whatever reason. In the end I made a fanfic smut story that slowly turned to having some story elements to give it longevity.

Anyway, I'm still working on my other story on the board here. Hopefully I'll get something out soon-ish. 

[kerry]

19 minutes ago, Posterchina said:

charity

chastity

[kerry]

This has been a lot of fun, Posterchina. Thanks for sharing!

[Posterchina]

1 hour ago, kerry said:

chastity

Damn, that and chastise seem to be two words that I cannot insert properly.

Well, lesson learned.