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And a quick story, to boot!
"Oh, Joey~" Radku trilled as the dragon opened the door to their apartment, unslinging his shoulder-bag and taking off his raincoat. "I'm just getting dinner ready!" The green salamander poked his head out from the kitchen encove, wearing just an apron, and gave Joey a little wave. "Come and get it!"
"I'm... not feeling like dinner right now." The dragon replied with a small sigh. "I'm just gonna get changed into something more comfortable, have something to drink, and lay down or watch TV or something..." Joey explained, rubbing his own neck and walking past Radku to his bedroom.
"You still need to eat!" The salamander called after him, unheeded. He sat silent for a moment, somewhat taken aback by the dragons attitude, though he chalked it up to a poor day at work or... Something off. He looked back over his shoulder to the kitchen and hrmed. "Either way, he'd be better off fed..."
A few minutes later, Joey re-emerged from his bedroom wearing a plain blue tee and some flannel pajama pants. He walked over to Radku and gave his friend a gentle hug, tucking his nose into the larger lizards chest. He was greeted with a finger pulling back the waistband of his pants, exposing a thick and crinkly diaper. "Why so modest, baby?" Radku asked, eliciting a blush from the dragon.
"I just don't feel like anything tonight..." Joey replied as Radku started to rub his sore shoulders gently. He sighed quietly, resting heavily against the salamander. "I dunno, something feels wrong, but it's like nothing is nice..."
"Hatchy..." Radku started again, gently pulling Joey away from his chest, taking the dragons chin in his strong finger and gently forcing eye contact, "I said, why so modest?" Like magic, the dragon shuddered slightly as his look glazed over slightly, pupils widening. There wasn't an inch of response as his pants were tugged down to his ankles. The snowy-colored reptile started to pull away gently, weakly, but was held firmly in Radkus grasp, the salamander continuing.
"Little dragons listen to their daddies..." Radku continued, Joey still feebly struggling but never breaking eye contact. "Come with daddy, little dragon." Joey's mouth opened and closed, some small resistance still pulling through. Nowhere near enough, however, as he followed behind Radku, led by the hand like a small child. They stopped in front of a wooden high chair, plain and un-decorated. "Up you get, sweetie." Rad stated firmly, letting go of Joey's hand and lifting up the tray, watching the dragon climb up into the high chair.
Radku lifted a bowl of mashed... Something from the counter, along with a matching spoon, lifting up a pile of the mush and lifting the spoon to Joeys mouth. With a shudder, Joey's eyes widened and he turned away, getting the mush all across his face. "N-no! Rad, stop that!" He protested, wiggling against the wooden high chair. A second spoonful of the mush was put to his mouth, again Joey turned away and got it across his muzzle and even on his shirt. "Stop this! Let me go!"
Radku sighed and put down the bowl of mush and the next spoonful, turning back to the fussy dragon. Joey relaxed, eyeing the salamander, feeling victorious. Rad gently grabbed the dragon by the chin, pointing his face back up at his face. "N-no... Stop...!"
"Baby dragons don't fight their daddy salamanders." Radku stated firmly, feeling Joeys protesting wriggles die down slowly as the Dragon leaned forward into his grip. "Baby dragons eat their baby food." Joey's breathing slowed and became deeper as his eyes unfocused, staring directly into Radkus. "Baby dragons use their diapers without fighting or thinking." The dragon trembled slightly as he slowly eroded and lost himself in Radkus words, his legs spreading as his diaper warmed and yellowed with the release of a strained bladder. "Baby dragons are nice and let themselves get changed, and thank their daddy salamanders when they are." With every slowly spoken syllable, Joey lost another piece of resistance, far beyond the point of struggle already but still sinking deeper into each of Radkus words.
"Baby dragons drink their bottles, suck their thumbs and pacifiers, and when they try to say what's wrong, all they can do is babble and cry." On queue, Joey tried to speak up, to say 'No' once more, but all that came out was a gurgle and a blush. Radku smiled, content with his work, and released the captive dragons chin, giving him an affectionate rub on the head. "And Baby dragons are happy, mischivious little bundles of love that do everything happily and love everyone lots, and know deep down that no matter what, when they cry everyone will try to make it all alright..." Radku added with a smile, watching as the helpless dragons dour and weakened face slowly spread into a babyish grin, gurgling quietly and kicking his feet, regaining what control he was allowed to have. He couldn't help but smile paternally as his friend woke up from his trance with a happy smile and licked his lips.
"And babies love their nummies, don't they?" Radku trilled to himself as he picked up the bowl of mush and spooned another load into Joey's waiting maw. He still got some on his cheek and even on his shirt, but that was okay, because he was just a baby now. He would be fine when he woke up in the morning, probably with a happy buzz and the best nights sleep he had for a while, but he always fought at first. Radku knew this well from experience.
Mmm, hypnosis, baby furniture, wet didees, and embarrassing situations! It's like, all my favorite things combined, mmmph >.>
Art is by
Hardscales and the characters belong to Hardscales and myself! He's a super cool guy, go check out his page and watch him and stuff! You won't regret it :D
"Oh, Joey~" Radku trilled as the dragon opened the door to their apartment, unslinging his shoulder-bag and taking off his raincoat. "I'm just getting dinner ready!" The green salamander poked his head out from the kitchen encove, wearing just an apron, and gave Joey a little wave. "Come and get it!"
"I'm... not feeling like dinner right now." The dragon replied with a small sigh. "I'm just gonna get changed into something more comfortable, have something to drink, and lay down or watch TV or something..." Joey explained, rubbing his own neck and walking past Radku to his bedroom.
"You still need to eat!" The salamander called after him, unheeded. He sat silent for a moment, somewhat taken aback by the dragons attitude, though he chalked it up to a poor day at work or... Something off. He looked back over his shoulder to the kitchen and hrmed. "Either way, he'd be better off fed..."
A few minutes later, Joey re-emerged from his bedroom wearing a plain blue tee and some flannel pajama pants. He walked over to Radku and gave his friend a gentle hug, tucking his nose into the larger lizards chest. He was greeted with a finger pulling back the waistband of his pants, exposing a thick and crinkly diaper. "Why so modest, baby?" Radku asked, eliciting a blush from the dragon.
"I just don't feel like anything tonight..." Joey replied as Radku started to rub his sore shoulders gently. He sighed quietly, resting heavily against the salamander. "I dunno, something feels wrong, but it's like nothing is nice..."
"Hatchy..." Radku started again, gently pulling Joey away from his chest, taking the dragons chin in his strong finger and gently forcing eye contact, "I said, why so modest?" Like magic, the dragon shuddered slightly as his look glazed over slightly, pupils widening. There wasn't an inch of response as his pants were tugged down to his ankles. The snowy-colored reptile started to pull away gently, weakly, but was held firmly in Radkus grasp, the salamander continuing.
"Little dragons listen to their daddies..." Radku continued, Joey still feebly struggling but never breaking eye contact. "Come with daddy, little dragon." Joey's mouth opened and closed, some small resistance still pulling through. Nowhere near enough, however, as he followed behind Radku, led by the hand like a small child. They stopped in front of a wooden high chair, plain and un-decorated. "Up you get, sweetie." Rad stated firmly, letting go of Joey's hand and lifting up the tray, watching the dragon climb up into the high chair.
Radku lifted a bowl of mashed... Something from the counter, along with a matching spoon, lifting up a pile of the mush and lifting the spoon to Joeys mouth. With a shudder, Joey's eyes widened and he turned away, getting the mush all across his face. "N-no! Rad, stop that!" He protested, wiggling against the wooden high chair. A second spoonful of the mush was put to his mouth, again Joey turned away and got it across his muzzle and even on his shirt. "Stop this! Let me go!"
Radku sighed and put down the bowl of mush and the next spoonful, turning back to the fussy dragon. Joey relaxed, eyeing the salamander, feeling victorious. Rad gently grabbed the dragon by the chin, pointing his face back up at his face. "N-no... Stop...!"
"Baby dragons don't fight their daddy salamanders." Radku stated firmly, feeling Joeys protesting wriggles die down slowly as the Dragon leaned forward into his grip. "Baby dragons eat their baby food." Joey's breathing slowed and became deeper as his eyes unfocused, staring directly into Radkus. "Baby dragons use their diapers without fighting or thinking." The dragon trembled slightly as he slowly eroded and lost himself in Radkus words, his legs spreading as his diaper warmed and yellowed with the release of a strained bladder. "Baby dragons are nice and let themselves get changed, and thank their daddy salamanders when they are." With every slowly spoken syllable, Joey lost another piece of resistance, far beyond the point of struggle already but still sinking deeper into each of Radkus words.
"Baby dragons drink their bottles, suck their thumbs and pacifiers, and when they try to say what's wrong, all they can do is babble and cry." On queue, Joey tried to speak up, to say 'No' once more, but all that came out was a gurgle and a blush. Radku smiled, content with his work, and released the captive dragons chin, giving him an affectionate rub on the head. "And Baby dragons are happy, mischivious little bundles of love that do everything happily and love everyone lots, and know deep down that no matter what, when they cry everyone will try to make it all alright..." Radku added with a smile, watching as the helpless dragons dour and weakened face slowly spread into a babyish grin, gurgling quietly and kicking his feet, regaining what control he was allowed to have. He couldn't help but smile paternally as his friend woke up from his trance with a happy smile and licked his lips.
"And babies love their nummies, don't they?" Radku trilled to himself as he picked up the bowl of mush and spooned another load into Joey's waiting maw. He still got some on his cheek and even on his shirt, but that was okay, because he was just a baby now. He would be fine when he woke up in the morning, probably with a happy buzz and the best nights sleep he had for a while, but he always fought at first. Radku knew this well from experience.
Mmm, hypnosis, baby furniture, wet didees, and embarrassing situations! It's like, all my favorite things combined, mmmph >.>
Art is by
Hardscales and the characters belong to Hardscales and myself! He's a super cool guy, go check out his page and watch him and stuff! You won't regret it :D
Category Artwork (Digital) / Baby fur
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 945 x 976px
File Size 485.5 kB
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