A busy husband has stayed up late at work for the last time. His wife has an unusual surprise for him this night, one that is sure to get him to go to bed.

Adult male to baby anthro dragon

Minor short story made as practice.

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Blake strained his eyes at the computer screen, a mug of coffee shaking in his hands. He had no idea how long he'd been there, but his eyes felt like they were going to fall out of their sockets. Yet there was nothing he could do, not when his job required doing. He struck keys quickly, stopping only to undo mistakes. This was important.

Cynthia, his wife newlywed not too long ago, was dressed up in a bathrobe, having seemingly just come out from the bath. “Time to go to bed.”

“In a minute honey,” Blake said. “I have to file these reports.” He took another sip of his coffee.

“You say that every night,” his wife replied. “Don't you think you should be going to bed?”

Blake just groaned. “I'm sorry but… I can't just not file this.”

Cynthia rolled her eyes. “And in the morning, you'll be irritable a d grouchy.”

“Just give me a few more minutes,” he said, putting more text into the current set of forms.

“Oh, I'll definitely get your to sleep this time.” Cynthia grabbed onto his husband's shirt and bent him towards herself as opposed to the monitor. She kissed him. “That's a good night kiss.”

Blake rubbed at his eyes and yawned. “Honey, I got work to do…”

“I know, I'll be right back, Baby,” Cynthia said as she left.

Did she really just call him “baby”? It probably didn't matter. Blake turned back to his monitor and continued where he left off. The paper work was daunting and seemed to be getting more difficult as he went on. He must have been getting tired, weary even. His mistakes got more frequent, his typing became even more frantic. He even felt like he needed to double take reading some words a few times.

He reached up for another gulp of his coffee and took a sip to regain his strength. But instead, the liquid tasted awfully bitter, not in the good way. He spat th coffee out and wondered if the mug had been out for too long.

But before Blake could continue with what he was doing, he felt movement in his stomach as it churned and lurched inside of him. It bubbled, but more than just gas came out of his rear. “Crap!” he yelped.

Blake leapt out of his chair and went to go clean up in the bathroom, but it was then he noticed he had a hard time of keeping his pants up. Maybe it was the lack of a belt, but this was much worse. He slipped and fell on his elongated pants leg. He tumbled on the ground and saw a large shadow fall over to him. “Cyn… Tia?” he croaked, but he noticed his voice was off.

His wife seemed so much taller than him, almost impossibly so. When Cynthia approached,he noticed some very stark differences. Her skin was still soft looking but it bore a reddish, almost crimson tinge… and he was sure he saw a tail swing on her back. He bent down and Blake almost felt like he was underestimating just how much smaller he was compared to her. “Aw, did Baby fall?” she said a cutesy voice.

Blake found himself nodding. He wasn't a baby though. “I… twipped,” he squeaked. And then he realized in addition to feeling very dirty, he felt very wet as his bladder relieved itself. “No!” he wailed. “No peepee!”

Cynthia just smiled and picked up her tiny husband in one hand. She took the dirty and soaked clothes he wore and placed them into the laundry for quick disposal later.

Blake didn't know what was happening, but being so close to his wife made him feel safer, especially once he brought his tiny arms to grab onto her chest. Now that he was so close, he noticed that his wife's face was… off. The nose was too long, the mouth full of lots of sharp teeth, the eyes almost golden or lime or something. She had her dark hair still,so that was atleast comforting. “What happening?”

“Just something I should have told you about when we married, dearie. This is something I can do.” She carried him offer to a dresser and it was there Blake saw himself for the first time. “Or should I say, ‘Baby’?”

Blake thought his bleary eyes were playing tricks on him, but no, he saw a tiny, almost reptilian looking infant. He looked so much like his wife now, but much more juvenile. He was chubby with baby fat, his limbs weaker, and his snout shorter. His skin color was red, but much less pronounced. Did his wife really do this? “Cyntia…” he managed with a lisp.

“It's ‘Momma’, for now dearie... “ She said. “And I think I'll call you baby Blaze. It'll fit so much better, don't you think?”

Blake… Blaze felt really weird about as she changed the nature of their relationship. It suddenly felt really natural to think of his Momma that way. “Ya…” he said tiredly, his speech getting more infantile by the moment.

Momma smiled and set the baby on the table, right onto a white mat that Blaze wasn't sure was there earlier. He tried to get up, but the most he could do was weakly raise his head.

Momma brought wet wipes and clean away the the sticky and stinky stuff around his butt. Blaze let out a little giggle as she cleaned him. Then baby powder was applied, just to keep the stink away, causing Blaze to sneeze out a small fire just over his head. He laughed at it and Momma just kept cleaning him.

Then it came time for the diaper, a thick white padding that Blaze wondered how it would have tasted. Momma didn't ask for her reduced husband to raise up his legs for her, she made him too young for that. Instead she picked it up and for him and slipped the diaper on him. “You're awfully quiet.”

Blaze let out a laugh and randomly failed his limbs. “Ga… ba!” he said, showing language was now completely beyond him. A small part of him knew he was acting so immaturely, but he just couldn't stop himself.

Momma gently tickled her new son's belly, causing him to giggle. He didn't have much energy to do much left, but every little bit Of additional strain counted. He still had that caffeine running in his system after all.

One last addition was brought to Blaze’s attention, a small white outfit that would cover his scaly torso, a onesie wasn't it? He felt a strange attraction to it and tried to reach for it. Momma raised Blaze’s arms and slid the outfit onto him, then taped the lower end just over the diaper shut. It fit snuggly on him, as if he was just the right size. It was so strange, it was almost like he was wanting to be a baby.

Then, Blaze was picked up one last time by his mother. “I think I'll keep you like this for a few days,” Momma said, her tone full of laughter. “It'll be the best way to make sure you go to bed on time… even if it’s mean you'd be too young for, well…” She might have blushed if her skin wasn't already red enough as is.

Blaze could hardly understand his wife anymore and he didn't know what she was talking about when he was too young for something. He had a feeling it was something gross… still he had no time to be a baby, nor when he had … something important to do, even if he couldn't remember. Blaze wailed and cried and flailed; he didn't want to be a baby for that long.

Momma brought his head close to her and went into the kitchen. “I know you don't like it, but I know what you will make you feel so much better about it!”

Blaze stopped crying for a moment and opened his eyes to a bottle full of white liquid. His eyes widened with an odd sense of longing and tried to reach for it with weak limbs. Momma obliged and brought it right onto his small mouth.

Then, a strange and long forgotten instinct overtook Blaze’s mind, and he began to suckle for the first time in years. The milk was warm and sweet, possibly the best thing he ever had…not that he could remember enough to compare. The bottle’s contents rapidly dropped and it didn't take long for it to be rendered empty.

Blaze’s body fell limp, his stomach so full of warm milk. He found himself being placed on his mother's shoulder and noticed that something big was gently patting his back. He let out a belch soon after.

Momma said something to him, but whether it was Blaze’s own weariness or the fact he no longer recognized language, it was had to say. She moved him from her shoulder and carried his tiny weight in her arms, rocking him back and forth, singing a lullaby that an older child might have understood.

All Blaze knew was that he was so tired and that his meal needed to be slept off. Tb back and forth rocking and the sounds made him feel like it was nice and peaceful enough for that to work. Baby Blaze fell asleep in his Momma’s arms, not merely like a baby, but as a baby.