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I think I'll leave the details up here. The PDF is the superior version, but in case you can't open it for some reason the text version is below.
This is a companion story to this art (link).
So, this story was originally drafted while I was half-asleep late at night. Every version I drafted after was... also... written half-asleep late at night. A weird continuity for working on this story. The theme is "merging adulthood and childhood," or as I originally put it: the "responsible little adult." I don't like to be demeaned or completely inactionable when it comes to being a kid. Comes from my own experience I guess. So I had a thought, "what if I could be a bit of both? The agency of an adult, but the responsibility and safety of a kid?" That's where the Quasi-Adult idea comes from. I suppose it's a variation of Tyke Transcendency in that way!
If you want to use the Quasi-Adult idea for yourself in the future, it's pretty straightforward. The fur can't grow to full size, generally meaning they're short. How much of a little, middle, or big they are is up to them. They can even be a combination of all three. What fixations they have, their behavior, and what aesthetics they borrow from are different for every fur. So for instance, while Jordan leans on the elementary schooler, others might drift to toddlerdom, pastels, or so forth. It's a melding of your favorite parts of each age bracket basically!
So, yeah. This isn't actually a regression story, not really. It's more of an infantilism wish fulfillment story. Just to hammer that idea home, I should mention this used to be called "Baby-ish Bunny" until I renamed it.
Oh and, if you enjoy this, please let me know! I love hearing what people like about my writing... and what could be improved.
Jordan sighed as he stretched his paws back into the air, getting the post-drive tension out of his body. Here in this quiet elementary school hallway, separated from the other volunteers in the gym, he could let his guard down and vibe with the lingering energy of excited children roaming the hallways. It was comforting, possibly nostalgic, but more than anything- reflective. The innocent vibes of the school melded with the empty quiet into a pleasant zen-like vibe.
The Luxray’s steps grew slower, but with a more childish spring in each stride. He may as well indulge in the aesthetic of the school while he was here- who’d see him? His necklace gently bounced up from his fur forward, before swinging back to rest in his fur again before the next bounce. He could hear the words spoken by the event coordinator echo in his head as he went along.
“Hey Jordan, could you do me a favor? Ms. Appleworth volunteered to provide supplies for our event, but it’s across the school and I need to stay here to coordinate. Can you go fetch those items? Thank you!” The harsh you-will-be-helping-me tone was strong in her voice; he knew he didn’t have a choice, being a volunteer under her leadership. Perhaps she had a bad experience with other more hooky volunteers.
Not that he minded this time alone, waxing nostalgically about the happy energy of his younger years.
Admiring the arts and crafts on the kindergarten section’s walls, Jordan found himself exploring those memories of a simpler time back when he was at the age to go to an elementary school like this one. Looking at all the cool new stuff kids got to do these days on display, he couldn’t help but muse: “Wish I got to do that as a kid… looks like it was fun.”
Though he’d never put two and two together at the time, being a year younger than his peers at school separated him from the others. He kept to himself, so it was never called attention to. It was just passively… there, in spite of his maturity ironically exceeding those around him. Always one of the shortest and quietest, always the top performer in class, always noted as the odd one out. Yet he was the favorite of his teachers; perhaps that maturity, that recognition that he didn’t want to cause problems and preferred to help where he could, won him brownie points with the teachers. Jordan chuckled at the thought; that ultimately made him the big brother of his classes, didn’t it? No wonder kids were put off by him.
Jordan’s shoulders had relaxed by the time he reached Appleworth’s classroom door. It was hard to miss; the craft paper apple with a golden W on it was tell-tale. He twisted the handle. True to the coordinator’s word, the door had been left unlocked and opened with a creak. The Luxray stepped inside, briefly taking in the melancholic energy of an unlit classroom before flicking the lights on. Such vibes tonight in this school… Perhaps volunteering for this event really was good for his soul, or whatever it was his friend had said.
“Let’s see. Third from the left, start near the right window…”
Jordan traced a paw down the cabinet doors, tapping the handles as he went. One, two, three- zap. He pulled his paw away, fur standing up; a static shock was unexpected. Reaching forward again, he tugged the handle and opened the cabinet.
Immediately a box fell over tumbling out bottles, pacifiers, plushes, and more! Jordan yelped, diving forward with his quick reflexes to catch it. Almost half the box had tumbled out onto the floor, but he managed to save the rest of- he glanced at the side of the box- the lost and found. Sighing, he moved the box onto the floor, spying various miscellaneous items underneath where the box had been. Was this a kindergartener’s sabotage he was looking at? How else did these get under the box?
Plucking the spilled items up one by one, Jordan cleaned up the mess he had ‘made’, finally getting around to scooping up a little bunny plush. He paused to look it over, a footpaw idly pushing the few remaining items closer to the cabinet. The plush was lovingly made, impressively soft. Its warm smile made him melt a bit inside. “Aw, what poor kiddo lost you?”
“You did!” The plush squeaked.
Jordan gasped, recoiling back as he dropped the plush. Instead, it floated up into the air, hovering just above head height. How in the world?!
The bunny giggled. “So you wanna be a diaper bunny, do you?”
Jordan sputtered and shook his head, cheeks flaring up immediately at such an idea! “I-I beg your pardon?! We’ve just met! What even makes you think that!!”
He blinked; why was he taking this living plush at face value? It was something out of- ah. Something out of a children’s storybook… His tail darted about without his knowledge.
“It’s pret-ty obvious!” The bunny floated forward and booped Jordan’s nose before pulling back. “You’re full of that energy! Practically hopping your way here~”
“How did you- no, I-I don’t want to be some odd diaper bunny thing, thank you!” The cat shook his head. He felt his ears start to flop left and right from such a gesture, and his eyes widened. That was hardly fair for the plushie, even if Jordan did want it but didn’t want it!
“Are you suuurrrreeee? All small and childish, but big enough to do some things on your own…”
The plush zipped around, puffs of baby powder filling the air as Jordan found himself losing his articles of clothing puff by puff. Zoom! There goes his shirt. Whoosh, the bunny patted his pants right before they vanished. Soon, even his holdout dignity-preserving underwear poofed into a crinkly diaper with carrots printed over it! It was… really cute. Jordan’s cheeks burned a hot red as he froze in place, unable to process what his reaction should even be. Terrified, excited, nervous, giddy, shy, happy, embarrassed? And what if the answer was ‘yes’ to all of those!
“...but it’ll always be okay to ask for help?~” The bunny patted the feline’s head, then soared down to Jordan’s chin to hold it gently. “How about I help you sample what I’m offering? If you want it to stop, just let me know. And if you want it to stick… then just ask~” The plush smiled.
Aghast, Jordan could only stare. He was a big adult Luxray of course, this was absurd! …But he ever-so-enjoyed the happy energy on his way to this classroom, so why let it stop? Gah, there was only so much fluster he could manage!
But really, why not? What other chance would he have to meet a magical bunny making fantastical promises? It’d be foolish not to accept! But his dignity- oh, to heck with dignity! Jordan finally mustered a nod, a few nods actually, a few very excited nods he felt immediately shy about.
“Okay! Buckle up kiddo, this is gonna be quite exhausting. It’s a lot to take in, you’re gonna be a whole new you! So… be strong for me, alright!”
With another puff of powder, Jordan found himself clutching his muzzle as two buck teeth popped out. Cheeks flaring up once more, he watched as the plush waved its little arms around, more powder puffs signaling more changes across his body. He felt his ears growing and stretching, forcing out a wide yawn that tugged on his muzzle as he finished. He groaned as his paws swelled in size and shifted shape, a sensation not unpleasant but rather warm and worn out; it reminded him of the ache of a good workout.
“Hold on, this is where it really starts!”
A large but sparse cloud of powder popped off of his body, and Jordan found himself shivering. “Ah…!” He gasped, collapsing with a crinkle onto the ground as most of his energy left his body in an instant. It felt as if he had done nothing but exercise the entire day! Panting, it took a moment for Jordan to look over his shifting form to see why.
His fur rapidly shortened before his eyes. His body shape shifting, his musculature changing, his height dwindling. Everywhere that was changing ached, with finished features radiating relief. He could feel the world grow larger around him. The disorientation forced him to close his eyes and take a deep breath. As he opened his eyes, he found his head sitting comfortably below the cabinet handle, where it used to be at waist height. Had he really shrunk by half his height?
Jordan huffed and puffed, unable to bring himself to stand. His legs were still splayed out; he was too busy taking in this incredible event to worry about posture. This was all so much, so exhausting! Such a rush of emotions too; now that he was no longer changing, he could focus on the trepidation and giddiness that washed over him. His tail swished some more, this time with crinkling to accompany it.
He really was a diaper bunny now, this was all so surreal! Was he dreaming? He didn’t remember wanting to be a baby bunny though. The diaper though… he knew he wanted that.
Actually. Baby bunny? No… that didn’t feel right. While he did feel short, he still felt like an adult underneath this tired new form. Mostly?? There was an idling engine in him now, some kind of innocent energy eager to bounce about. Was this the nature of a ‘diaper bunny?’
A final puff into his face from below made Jordan grip his necklace. It had become an easy-clip collar! The newfound bunny looked up to spot a baby bottle and a bottle of baby powder floating out of the closet. A pacifier came close behind, taken from the lost and found box. Jordan’s cheeks grew red once more as he saw they were all colored pink.
“D-do they gotta be pink…?”
“To be a diaper bunny, being a bunny isn’t enough! You gotta be properly childish.” The plush seemed to ignore him, knowing Jordan knew the answer already. “So! This is um, the ‘scary’ part alright! I’m gonna play with your head a little. It’s okay if you don’t want it! And it’s okay if you don’t trust me yet. I won’t be mad, I want you to be happy!” The plush smiled and waited, holding its paws behind its back.
“N-no, it’s okay!” Jordan squeaked out, sitting up a bit. His eyes were wide, surprised by the speed of his words leaping out of his mouth. “I… um, I want this!!” The sheer excitement in his voice betrayed the weakness of his reservations.
“If you’re sure, little bun!” The bunny winked. “Remember, you can ask me to stop if you need it!”
There was a poof around Jordan’s head, and briefly the world span. Laying a big right paw on the ground and leaning forward to steady himself, Jordan found new tendencies politely pressing into his consciousness, asking to sink in. Thumb suckling, hugging snuggle buddies, arts & crafts ideas… and a new dizzying history floating in his head!
It was almost too much, but Jordan did his best to process the torrent of information of another life lived. He had never grown up, not truly. It wasn’t in a diaper bunny’s nature to do that. But he had become more mature. More worldly. Smarter. He could never give up his diapers, or his pacifier, or playtime. He just couldn’t handle too much responsibility at once like an adult could. But he didn’t have to. There were lots of nice people looking out for him, and he could look out for them too. Sometimes. What was the word for his condition? Quasi-Adult, or something? Whatever it was, he knew he wasn’t the only one like this… and there was quite a comfort in that.
As Jordan refocused back to reality, he could hear the echo of the plush’s offer to make it all stick. All this newfound lived history of Quasi-Adulthood, made the truest it can be. What a wonderful temptation that was. It was still his life as he could feel it and remember it. He wouldn’t be ruining others with a selfish wish like this one. Things would just be… a little different. But he wasn’t ready for that yet. Permanent was a very big commitment!
“Do you like it? …I guess I did get too excited. If you’re having trouble saying no, I can just turn you back!”
Looking up, Jordan wobbly reached for his little friend as he tried to gather the energy, breath, and willpower to speak. He could feel the exhaustion slowly fading, but with both that and the overwhelming rush of his new past, it was hard to focus beyond himself and breathe. He had to say thank you, or- yes, he had to ask! His face burned hotter than the sun at the thought. He had to ask… to try this!
He pressed on, mustering all the effort he could between breaths. “Haa… P-please… huff…! I want this… I want to be… a diaper bunny!”
(image would go here)
—--
A little while later, almost enough for the coordinator to get worried, little bunny Jordan waddled in with his signature rustle-crinkling. On his back rested a backpack stuffed full of the supplies she had asked for, one paw nursing his bottle while the other held a new plushie friend.
“Oh, there you are Jordan! I was starting to get worried.” The coordinator smiled and leaned down on one knee. Her tone, more motherly than before he left, made Jordan’s cheeks flare red. “Goodness, if I had known she had gotten that much for us, I would have sent someone to help you!”
Jordan shook his head, holding up the heavy backpack’s straps proudly with both paws!
“D’aw, but you were so smart to use a backpack to get everything here on your own.” She patted his head, making his cheeks hot enough to radiate. This was too cozy for him, he was going to melt in the soft sensations. At least he could rely on his new impulses and instincts to cover for him…
Suddenly, an impulse; Jordan needed to share. “Um, I made a new friend too!” He stepped back and held up the little bunny plush, unable to hold back a smile.
“Well hi there Mr. Bunny! What’s your name?” She smiled, no sarcasm in her voice. A few other volunteers stopped working and watched as their cute little volunteer proudly showed off both his work and his new plush friend.
“His name is um, Carrots! ‘Cause he likes carrots.” Jordan beamed as his long, starred tail darted about behind him. To stay a diaper bunny, as the plush had said, Jordan had to name his new friend. So naturally, he went with Carrots. The spur-of-the-moment name contained a childish zip fitting of his new situation, which quietly made him very happy.
“He helped me, um…!” Jordan lost the words, realizing he’d sound too silly if he explained what really happened. “…helped me pack!” He latched back onto his bottle and suckled more of his milk, keeping his eyes up on the coordinator over twice his size.
“Well isn’t he nice!”
Jordan nodded vigorously, then squeaked as the larger fur scooped him up. He instinctively clutched her head and shoulder, a motion of muscle memory that was foreign to the ‘recent’ diaper bunny.
“Well let’s get this stuff delivered! And I’m gonna help you do it. …I’m proud of you, diaperbun. Thank you for volunteering today. How about I get you a cookie and take you home, my treat?”
There was a crinkly pat, and Jordan huffed. He knew the world worked differently now. He had a car of his own, specially built for someone of his size and condition. Though it was uh, ‘baby proofed.’ Really, the car was the driver and Jordan just helped. The marvels of modern technology!
Jordan yawned, still daydreaming. He’d have to sort himself out when he was back home in his crib. …Ah, it was a crib now. OH, but it had lots of blankets and soft pillows and plush friends and- oops. He had to reign himself in, the coordinator asked a question and it’d be rude to make her wait too long. Carrots giggled at the display.
“Uh! I-I’m still gonna drive myself home if that’s okay, miss! Though I appreciate your offer.” There was a pause. Temptation knocked on the door. “…But you can um, still gimme the cookie when we’re done.”
The coordinator chuckled. “Chocolate chip’s your favorite, right? I’ll make sure we save one for you.” And with that, she carried him to the ‘stuff table’ to deliver the goods. All was well and normal, to the tune of nuk-nuk-nuk from a bottle. Although… Jordan the little volunteer was wagging his tail even more than he usually did.
This is a companion story to this art (link).
So, this story was originally drafted while I was half-asleep late at night. Every version I drafted after was... also... written half-asleep late at night. A weird continuity for working on this story. The theme is "merging adulthood and childhood," or as I originally put it: the "responsible little adult." I don't like to be demeaned or completely inactionable when it comes to being a kid. Comes from my own experience I guess. So I had a thought, "what if I could be a bit of both? The agency of an adult, but the responsibility and safety of a kid?" That's where the Quasi-Adult idea comes from. I suppose it's a variation of Tyke Transcendency in that way!
If you want to use the Quasi-Adult idea for yourself in the future, it's pretty straightforward. The fur can't grow to full size, generally meaning they're short. How much of a little, middle, or big they are is up to them. They can even be a combination of all three. What fixations they have, their behavior, and what aesthetics they borrow from are different for every fur. So for instance, while Jordan leans on the elementary schooler, others might drift to toddlerdom, pastels, or so forth. It's a melding of your favorite parts of each age bracket basically!
So, yeah. This isn't actually a regression story, not really. It's more of an infantilism wish fulfillment story. Just to hammer that idea home, I should mention this used to be called "Baby-ish Bunny" until I renamed it.
Oh and, if you enjoy this, please let me know! I love hearing what people like about my writing... and what could be improved.
Jordan sighed as he stretched his paws back into the air, getting the post-drive tension out of his body. Here in this quiet elementary school hallway, separated from the other volunteers in the gym, he could let his guard down and vibe with the lingering energy of excited children roaming the hallways. It was comforting, possibly nostalgic, but more than anything- reflective. The innocent vibes of the school melded with the empty quiet into a pleasant zen-like vibe.
The Luxray’s steps grew slower, but with a more childish spring in each stride. He may as well indulge in the aesthetic of the school while he was here- who’d see him? His necklace gently bounced up from his fur forward, before swinging back to rest in his fur again before the next bounce. He could hear the words spoken by the event coordinator echo in his head as he went along.
“Hey Jordan, could you do me a favor? Ms. Appleworth volunteered to provide supplies for our event, but it’s across the school and I need to stay here to coordinate. Can you go fetch those items? Thank you!” The harsh you-will-be-helping-me tone was strong in her voice; he knew he didn’t have a choice, being a volunteer under her leadership. Perhaps she had a bad experience with other more hooky volunteers.
Not that he minded this time alone, waxing nostalgically about the happy energy of his younger years.
Admiring the arts and crafts on the kindergarten section’s walls, Jordan found himself exploring those memories of a simpler time back when he was at the age to go to an elementary school like this one. Looking at all the cool new stuff kids got to do these days on display, he couldn’t help but muse: “Wish I got to do that as a kid… looks like it was fun.”
Though he’d never put two and two together at the time, being a year younger than his peers at school separated him from the others. He kept to himself, so it was never called attention to. It was just passively… there, in spite of his maturity ironically exceeding those around him. Always one of the shortest and quietest, always the top performer in class, always noted as the odd one out. Yet he was the favorite of his teachers; perhaps that maturity, that recognition that he didn’t want to cause problems and preferred to help where he could, won him brownie points with the teachers. Jordan chuckled at the thought; that ultimately made him the big brother of his classes, didn’t it? No wonder kids were put off by him.
Jordan’s shoulders had relaxed by the time he reached Appleworth’s classroom door. It was hard to miss; the craft paper apple with a golden W on it was tell-tale. He twisted the handle. True to the coordinator’s word, the door had been left unlocked and opened with a creak. The Luxray stepped inside, briefly taking in the melancholic energy of an unlit classroom before flicking the lights on. Such vibes tonight in this school… Perhaps volunteering for this event really was good for his soul, or whatever it was his friend had said.
“Let’s see. Third from the left, start near the right window…”
Jordan traced a paw down the cabinet doors, tapping the handles as he went. One, two, three- zap. He pulled his paw away, fur standing up; a static shock was unexpected. Reaching forward again, he tugged the handle and opened the cabinet.
Immediately a box fell over tumbling out bottles, pacifiers, plushes, and more! Jordan yelped, diving forward with his quick reflexes to catch it. Almost half the box had tumbled out onto the floor, but he managed to save the rest of- he glanced at the side of the box- the lost and found. Sighing, he moved the box onto the floor, spying various miscellaneous items underneath where the box had been. Was this a kindergartener’s sabotage he was looking at? How else did these get under the box?
Plucking the spilled items up one by one, Jordan cleaned up the mess he had ‘made’, finally getting around to scooping up a little bunny plush. He paused to look it over, a footpaw idly pushing the few remaining items closer to the cabinet. The plush was lovingly made, impressively soft. Its warm smile made him melt a bit inside. “Aw, what poor kiddo lost you?”
“You did!” The plush squeaked.
Jordan gasped, recoiling back as he dropped the plush. Instead, it floated up into the air, hovering just above head height. How in the world?!
The bunny giggled. “So you wanna be a diaper bunny, do you?”
Jordan sputtered and shook his head, cheeks flaring up immediately at such an idea! “I-I beg your pardon?! We’ve just met! What even makes you think that!!”
He blinked; why was he taking this living plush at face value? It was something out of- ah. Something out of a children’s storybook… His tail darted about without his knowledge.
“It’s pret-ty obvious!” The bunny floated forward and booped Jordan’s nose before pulling back. “You’re full of that energy! Practically hopping your way here~”
“How did you- no, I-I don’t want to be some odd diaper bunny thing, thank you!” The cat shook his head. He felt his ears start to flop left and right from such a gesture, and his eyes widened. That was hardly fair for the plushie, even if Jordan did want it but didn’t want it!
“Are you suuurrrreeee? All small and childish, but big enough to do some things on your own…”
The plush zipped around, puffs of baby powder filling the air as Jordan found himself losing his articles of clothing puff by puff. Zoom! There goes his shirt. Whoosh, the bunny patted his pants right before they vanished. Soon, even his holdout dignity-preserving underwear poofed into a crinkly diaper with carrots printed over it! It was… really cute. Jordan’s cheeks burned a hot red as he froze in place, unable to process what his reaction should even be. Terrified, excited, nervous, giddy, shy, happy, embarrassed? And what if the answer was ‘yes’ to all of those!
“...but it’ll always be okay to ask for help?~” The bunny patted the feline’s head, then soared down to Jordan’s chin to hold it gently. “How about I help you sample what I’m offering? If you want it to stop, just let me know. And if you want it to stick… then just ask~” The plush smiled.
Aghast, Jordan could only stare. He was a big adult Luxray of course, this was absurd! …But he ever-so-enjoyed the happy energy on his way to this classroom, so why let it stop? Gah, there was only so much fluster he could manage!
But really, why not? What other chance would he have to meet a magical bunny making fantastical promises? It’d be foolish not to accept! But his dignity- oh, to heck with dignity! Jordan finally mustered a nod, a few nods actually, a few very excited nods he felt immediately shy about.
“Okay! Buckle up kiddo, this is gonna be quite exhausting. It’s a lot to take in, you’re gonna be a whole new you! So… be strong for me, alright!”
With another puff of powder, Jordan found himself clutching his muzzle as two buck teeth popped out. Cheeks flaring up once more, he watched as the plush waved its little arms around, more powder puffs signaling more changes across his body. He felt his ears growing and stretching, forcing out a wide yawn that tugged on his muzzle as he finished. He groaned as his paws swelled in size and shifted shape, a sensation not unpleasant but rather warm and worn out; it reminded him of the ache of a good workout.
“Hold on, this is where it really starts!”
A large but sparse cloud of powder popped off of his body, and Jordan found himself shivering. “Ah…!” He gasped, collapsing with a crinkle onto the ground as most of his energy left his body in an instant. It felt as if he had done nothing but exercise the entire day! Panting, it took a moment for Jordan to look over his shifting form to see why.
His fur rapidly shortened before his eyes. His body shape shifting, his musculature changing, his height dwindling. Everywhere that was changing ached, with finished features radiating relief. He could feel the world grow larger around him. The disorientation forced him to close his eyes and take a deep breath. As he opened his eyes, he found his head sitting comfortably below the cabinet handle, where it used to be at waist height. Had he really shrunk by half his height?
Jordan huffed and puffed, unable to bring himself to stand. His legs were still splayed out; he was too busy taking in this incredible event to worry about posture. This was all so much, so exhausting! Such a rush of emotions too; now that he was no longer changing, he could focus on the trepidation and giddiness that washed over him. His tail swished some more, this time with crinkling to accompany it.
He really was a diaper bunny now, this was all so surreal! Was he dreaming? He didn’t remember wanting to be a baby bunny though. The diaper though… he knew he wanted that.
Actually. Baby bunny? No… that didn’t feel right. While he did feel short, he still felt like an adult underneath this tired new form. Mostly?? There was an idling engine in him now, some kind of innocent energy eager to bounce about. Was this the nature of a ‘diaper bunny?’
A final puff into his face from below made Jordan grip his necklace. It had become an easy-clip collar! The newfound bunny looked up to spot a baby bottle and a bottle of baby powder floating out of the closet. A pacifier came close behind, taken from the lost and found box. Jordan’s cheeks grew red once more as he saw they were all colored pink.
“D-do they gotta be pink…?”
“To be a diaper bunny, being a bunny isn’t enough! You gotta be properly childish.” The plush seemed to ignore him, knowing Jordan knew the answer already. “So! This is um, the ‘scary’ part alright! I’m gonna play with your head a little. It’s okay if you don’t want it! And it’s okay if you don’t trust me yet. I won’t be mad, I want you to be happy!” The plush smiled and waited, holding its paws behind its back.
“N-no, it’s okay!” Jordan squeaked out, sitting up a bit. His eyes were wide, surprised by the speed of his words leaping out of his mouth. “I… um, I want this!!” The sheer excitement in his voice betrayed the weakness of his reservations.
“If you’re sure, little bun!” The bunny winked. “Remember, you can ask me to stop if you need it!”
There was a poof around Jordan’s head, and briefly the world span. Laying a big right paw on the ground and leaning forward to steady himself, Jordan found new tendencies politely pressing into his consciousness, asking to sink in. Thumb suckling, hugging snuggle buddies, arts & crafts ideas… and a new dizzying history floating in his head!
It was almost too much, but Jordan did his best to process the torrent of information of another life lived. He had never grown up, not truly. It wasn’t in a diaper bunny’s nature to do that. But he had become more mature. More worldly. Smarter. He could never give up his diapers, or his pacifier, or playtime. He just couldn’t handle too much responsibility at once like an adult could. But he didn’t have to. There were lots of nice people looking out for him, and he could look out for them too. Sometimes. What was the word for his condition? Quasi-Adult, or something? Whatever it was, he knew he wasn’t the only one like this… and there was quite a comfort in that.
As Jordan refocused back to reality, he could hear the echo of the plush’s offer to make it all stick. All this newfound lived history of Quasi-Adulthood, made the truest it can be. What a wonderful temptation that was. It was still his life as he could feel it and remember it. He wouldn’t be ruining others with a selfish wish like this one. Things would just be… a little different. But he wasn’t ready for that yet. Permanent was a very big commitment!
“Do you like it? …I guess I did get too excited. If you’re having trouble saying no, I can just turn you back!”
Looking up, Jordan wobbly reached for his little friend as he tried to gather the energy, breath, and willpower to speak. He could feel the exhaustion slowly fading, but with both that and the overwhelming rush of his new past, it was hard to focus beyond himself and breathe. He had to say thank you, or- yes, he had to ask! His face burned hotter than the sun at the thought. He had to ask… to try this!
He pressed on, mustering all the effort he could between breaths. “Haa… P-please… huff…! I want this… I want to be… a diaper bunny!”
—--
A little while later, almost enough for the coordinator to get worried, little bunny Jordan waddled in with his signature rustle-crinkling. On his back rested a backpack stuffed full of the supplies she had asked for, one paw nursing his bottle while the other held a new plushie friend.
“Oh, there you are Jordan! I was starting to get worried.” The coordinator smiled and leaned down on one knee. Her tone, more motherly than before he left, made Jordan’s cheeks flare red. “Goodness, if I had known she had gotten that much for us, I would have sent someone to help you!”
Jordan shook his head, holding up the heavy backpack’s straps proudly with both paws!
“D’aw, but you were so smart to use a backpack to get everything here on your own.” She patted his head, making his cheeks hot enough to radiate. This was too cozy for him, he was going to melt in the soft sensations. At least he could rely on his new impulses and instincts to cover for him…
Suddenly, an impulse; Jordan needed to share. “Um, I made a new friend too!” He stepped back and held up the little bunny plush, unable to hold back a smile.
“Well hi there Mr. Bunny! What’s your name?” She smiled, no sarcasm in her voice. A few other volunteers stopped working and watched as their cute little volunteer proudly showed off both his work and his new plush friend.
“His name is um, Carrots! ‘Cause he likes carrots.” Jordan beamed as his long, starred tail darted about behind him. To stay a diaper bunny, as the plush had said, Jordan had to name his new friend. So naturally, he went with Carrots. The spur-of-the-moment name contained a childish zip fitting of his new situation, which quietly made him very happy.
“He helped me, um…!” Jordan lost the words, realizing he’d sound too silly if he explained what really happened. “…helped me pack!” He latched back onto his bottle and suckled more of his milk, keeping his eyes up on the coordinator over twice his size.
“Well isn’t he nice!”
Jordan nodded vigorously, then squeaked as the larger fur scooped him up. He instinctively clutched her head and shoulder, a motion of muscle memory that was foreign to the ‘recent’ diaper bunny.
“Well let’s get this stuff delivered! And I’m gonna help you do it. …I’m proud of you, diaperbun. Thank you for volunteering today. How about I get you a cookie and take you home, my treat?”
There was a crinkly pat, and Jordan huffed. He knew the world worked differently now. He had a car of his own, specially built for someone of his size and condition. Though it was uh, ‘baby proofed.’ Really, the car was the driver and Jordan just helped. The marvels of modern technology!
Jordan yawned, still daydreaming. He’d have to sort himself out when he was back home in his crib. …Ah, it was a crib now. OH, but it had lots of blankets and soft pillows and plush friends and- oops. He had to reign himself in, the coordinator asked a question and it’d be rude to make her wait too long. Carrots giggled at the display.
“Uh! I-I’m still gonna drive myself home if that’s okay, miss! Though I appreciate your offer.” There was a pause. Temptation knocked on the door. “…But you can um, still gimme the cookie when we’re done.”
The coordinator chuckled. “Chocolate chip’s your favorite, right? I’ll make sure we save one for you.” And with that, she carried him to the ‘stuff table’ to deliver the goods. All was well and normal, to the tune of nuk-nuk-nuk from a bottle. Although… Jordan the little volunteer was wagging his tail even more than he usually did.
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