#asking padded

Jayce and Viktor are always padded in the lab (dont ask the author why). Jayce has no problem pushing where he stands and dropping a three-pounder in his padding, or soaking himself with a huge stream. And he's not subtle with it either. Viktor has to be the one to remind him to change, and it's always, "Right after this test" or "I've almost got the calculation right" or "I-I forgot to bring a spare..." Luckily Vitkor keeps an extra case or two in the lab, and Jayce is always waddling out when he needs to change himself. Viktor thinks it's cute, but he's never said it out loud.

Viktor is far more subtle than Jayce. It's much harder to tell when he needs a change. Jayce has joked that Viktor could probably wet himself while diffusing a bomb and still have a steady hand. Viktor wears pullups instead of the more heavy duty diapers that Jayce wears, since they're easy to slip on and off. But some days he hurts more than others and has to ask for Jayce's assistance. No one else, only Jayce. Viktor's diet also isnt the greatest, with Jayce having to remind him to eat and drink when he's lost in work. So messing isn't something he ordinarily does. The feeling hits dully, and then he's on the toilet pushing out pebbles, sometimes with a wet pullup around his ankles.

There's a day in the lab where Sky brings in sweets. And Viktor, ever the sugar-fiend, eats quiet a few of them. There a lull hours later, both scientist working quietly on different pieces of the same project. Viktor reaches for another sweet, bringing it to his lips without looking, and barely bites down when his belly rumbles. His eyes shoot open, and that usually dull ache becomes a persistent throb in record time. He feels the air barely pushes out of him, and it doesnt even it make a sound. And yet the smell around him is immediate and awful. The sugary treat drops onto the table. His stomach bubbles, and something pushes on his backside. He's wearing a pullup, they werent made for messing, but there cant be that much can there? His movements are usually small, it cant be that bad.

His stomach hurts, and Viktor's bottom is raising off of the seat before he can really consider it. He pushes a little, and his rim squeezes around a dry pebble, along with a little bit of gas. Viktor rolls his eyes, annoyed that his stomach was upset over something so trivial. He's not even all the way through the thought of peeing so he doesnt waste a pullup when his bladder relaxes. The pleasant stream is accompanied with raucous fart that brings color back to his cheeks.

"Vik?" Jayce's voice comes from behind, and the color in Viktor's cheeks deepen. But he doesnt reply. His bowels and ass have a mind of their own, and theyre currently pushing a lumpy, nearly liquid mess into his pullup. It's wet and gross and there's way more than he expected there to be. It spreads along his bottom, under his balls, and Viktor has to grip the table every time he has to push out another nugget. And each pebble seems to bring with it more liquidly, gooey muck

He tries not to make any noise. Because as slimy as it feels, it's not nearly as bad as he expected. Even when some liquid explodes out of his anus and wets the back of his pants, Viktor cant help but sigh at how much better his stomach feels.

He gets a scolding on his sweets inntake and a not-asked-but-also-not-rejected change from Jayce. Viktor can't help but notice that Jayce is blushing, and he chocks it up to Jayce needing a change too.

Kaleb:

My sunshine girl, my little sunflower, my perfect child🌻 I reworked her A LOT. To put in persepctive, Kaleb (in my blank template head) was originally a white, cis, himbo jock. And now?

Kaleb is an african-american, 19-20 year old, nonbinary, transfem demigirl (a mouthful I know😂). She uses she/they pronouns primarily, but doesn't mind he/him or if her dads (yes "dads" as in plural I'll get to that) slip up and call her "son." They don't want surgery, but she will eventually get on estrogen to achieve the look they want.

Kaleb has had mobilty issues since birth and mostly uses forearm crutches to get around. Because of her parents' early intervention, she has just enough strength in her legs that she doesn't need a wheelchair. They still do have bad pain days where they need to be braced, and some days where being upright just... hurts.

Kaleb is bright and vivid. She loves the color yellow, loves to grow things and care for people. Her (step-)father calls her "sunflower." Everytime she gets a new set of crutches she puts sunflower stickers all over them.

They're Level 1 Autistic and have a tendency to mask without realizing. (With her I always imagine that it's the kind of thing where people say to them "I couldn't even tell!" And she's just like "Haha! Well I could!😃"

Kaleb is majoring in education, as she wants to be a kindergarten teacher after she graduates. She has two (much) younger twin brothers (I believe they're two years old?) who adore her. She's a natural caretaker...

Also yes! She has two dads who both have their own backstories (somehow!🤣). Real quick bullet points: Wendall is her biological father, her birth parent. Wendall is transgender, and Henry came in after Wendall got pregnant. (There is... so much more to that...but I have to move on to my son!)

Elk:

My rat son🐀❤️ My possum boy, my poor traumatized angel. Once again, in my blank slate of a head, Elk originally looked similar to Tom//ura Shig//araki (I have no idea why).

Elk is an afro-latino, 21-22 year old, closeted transgender male. His chest is small, but he still wants surgery later in life. He's also short, which is a huge insecurity for him for a while. (Kaleb is actually taller than him.)

He's the second eldest of six siblings, but his older sister hasn't been around since he was a kid. His parents are... a lot, and I'll leave it at that🙃

He's AuDHD (Level 2, but it's not like his parents paid any attention😒). His special interests are insects and rodents, and his hyerfixations are roadkill and dreamcore.

He's an artist, but his parents forced him into a double major. He draws all of his tattoos, and has one of a cartoonish dead possom on his back.

He has *checks notes, clears throat* an eyebrow, septum, and tongue piercing. He has one idustrial piercing in his right ear, plus a double helix and an orbital in his left. He also has ear gauges (about 19mm, but he wants to go further)(Kaleb wont let him🤣)

Elk isn't his birth name, he picked it after his parents hit one and didn't do anything to help it.

He smokes a lot because he likes putting things in his mouth (DO NOT TAKE THAT OUT OF CONTEXT) and it helps him calm down. It's how he stims without even realizing it. He's always chewing a pencil or biting his knuckles or eating his hair. When he finally discovers therapy and stim toys, he eventually stops smoking.... cigarettes. Weed doesnt count apparently😂

On the outside, Elk is resevered, brooding, and can come off as rude. On the inside, he's quite curious and introspective. He has a way of looking at things that might surprise you. He's gentle with hands and cares quietly, like wordlessly bringing Kaleb her shoes if she even hints that she may be in pain.

Kaleb & Elk:

As you read in the story, Elk is dealing with incontinence. I did tweak this a bit, changing it to something more psychosomatic that he just... voluntarily doesnt fix. With Kaleb's help, he eventually finds a lot of comfort in pull-ups. He actually begins to wear them 24/7, and ABDL diapers are reserved for when he's home with Kaleb and can allow himself to relax.

Elk is a voluntary age regressor. When he's Little, he allows himself to make messes, draw wildly, play, watch kiddie shows. He's the most adorable🥺

Things that are still the same from the story:

They're still in college

They're still roommates (Elk started college late)

Elk is still extremely stressed out

Elk still has an accident in their dorm in the middle of the night

Elk still has an accident in class, which Kaleb helps with

Things that are different:

Literally everything else🤣🤣🥰

....okay...I think I've run out of steam for now...

If you made it this far, you have my gratitude.