#mental regression

The dim light of their shared dorm flickered across the rippling form of Rey's impossibly sculpted torso. The muscular jock roommate—once a cocky, straight-laced alpha with a sharp tongue and zero tolerance for "weird shit"—stood shirtless before the full-length mirror in nothing but loose gray sweatpants.

That glowing collar the nerd had slipped around his thick neck hours ago still working marvellously.

Ethan, the scrawny gay pervert nerd who'd harbored years of seething lust for his roommate, watched proudly, his own cock throbbing painfully in his shorts. The brainwashing app on his laptop had worked perfectly. Pulse after pulse of subliminal waves through the collar had regressed Rey's once-sharp mind, draining away layers of common sense, adult inhibitions, and moral boundaries like water spiraling down a drain.

"Wow... W-what is this?" Rey's deep, resonant voice broke the silence, his wide eyes locked on his own reflection as he stared at the heavy slabs of pectoral muscle jutting out from his chest. His big hands—strong, veined, calloused from years of gym dominance—hovered uncertainly before pressing tentatively against the firm, warm flesh. The contact sent a visible shiver through his massive frame.

Ethan stepped closer, his breath hot and ragged. "That's your big, strong chest, buddy. Doesn't it feel so good? Go on, feel it more. You're such an innocent boy now, aren't you? No more big bad jock thoughts getting in the way."

Rey's brow furrowed in confusion, the regression hitting hard. His once-cocky smirk had melted into a soft, puzzled pout. "It’s so hard and bumpy!" he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as his palms circled slowly over the dense, striated muscle. His thick fingers traced the deep cleft between his pecs, squeezing experimentally.

The sensation made his nipples harden into tight peaks, and a low, unwitting groan escaped his full lips. The collar pulsed softly, blue lights syncing with another wave of neural reprogramming—erasing memories of football practice, crude locker room banter, and every straight impulse that once defined him.

Ethan's hands joined in, unable to resist any longer. He pressed up behind the towering jock, his smaller frame molding against Rey's broad back, inhaling the rich, masculine musk of post-workout sweat that clung to the bigger man's skin.

"Good boy, Rey. Feel how heavy they are? Those pecs used to belong to a real man, but now... now you're my plaything." His fingers slipped under Rey's, guiding them to pinch and roll those sensitive nipples. Rey gasped, his hips twitching forward involuntarily.

"Mmm... yeah, it tingles when you do that," Rey mumbled, his eyes half-lidded in dawning wonder. The brainwashing had stripped him down to wide-eyed innocence—common sense dissolved into foggy bliss, leaving only raw physical curiosity and an addictive eagerness to please. His massive cock stirred visibly in the sweatpants, thickening against the fabric as Ethan's touch encouraged him.

Ethan's voice dropped into a soothing, hypnotic cadence, the monologue pouring out like liquid sin while his hands roamed freely. "Look at these abs, Rey. So carved, so perfect. Rub them for me. Feel every ridge. You're not thinking about girls anymore, are you? No more pretending to be straight. Just my big, dumb, innocent muscle boy who loves when his nerd roommate touches him everywhere."

Rey nodded slowly, can't really understand what his roommate saying. His dark hair falling over his forehead as he obeyed, sliding both hands down the washboard landscape of his stomach.

"It’s so cool!" he exclaimed with genuine delight, the words echoing his innocent awe. His fingers dipped into the deep valleys between each ab block, pressing hard enough to feel the heat and power radiating from within. Sweat beaded on his skin, the salty tang filling the air as Ethan leaned in to lick a stripe along one bulging oblique. Rey whimpered—actually whimpered—like a boy discovering his body for the first time.

The nerd's erection ground shamelessly against the firm globe of Rey's ass through their clothes.

"That's right, buddy. I’ve drained all that complicated stuff out of your pretty head. Just innocent curiosity now. Let me fondle you... let me worship every inch while you keep exploring." Ethan's hands took over completely, mauling the heavy pecs, squeezing the dense muscle until Rey's breath hitched. He rolled the jock's nipples between thumb and forefinger, tugging rhythmically as Jake's head fell back against Ethan's shoulder.

"F-feels... Hmmmm... funny down there too," Rey confessed in that deep, now-breathy timbre, one hand drifting lower toward the prominent bulge tenting his sweats. The regression had left him utterly guileless—morals evaporated, replaced by eager, puppy-like trust.

Ethan chuckled darkly, spinning the bigger man around to face him fully. Their eyes met: Rey's wide and trusting, Ethan's burning with years of pent-up perversion.

"Go ahead, touch it. Show me how innocent you are, big guy. Stroke that fat jock cock while I play with these tits."

He buried his face between Rey's pecs, motorboating the slick, sweaty valley, tongue lapping at the salty skin as his hands continued their assault—kneading, slapping lightly, then soothing the heated flesh. Rey's moans grew louder, uninhibited, his big hand obediently wrapping around the thick shaft through the fabric, pumping clumsily.

"Ughhhhh... Yessss... It feels goooddddd..."

The room filled with the wet sounds of skin on skin, Rey's deep voice babbling innocently between gasps.

"Arghhhhhhh! Why does it throb so much when you squeeze there? It’s... it’s making me feel all warm and good inside."

"Because you're mine now," Ethan purred, pushing Rey back toward the bed. He climbed atop the mountain of muscle, straddling those powerful thighs. His hands never stopped wandering—tracing the V-lines disappearing into the waistband, dipping fingers under to tease the heavy balls churning with confused, amplified need.

Ethan peeled the sweatpants down, freeing the massive, veiny cock that slapped heavily against Rey's abs.

"Look at this big thing. FUCKKK! So hard because of me. Stroke it nice and slow, buddy. Tell me how it feels while I lick every inch of your body." Rey complied immediately, his large fist pumping the throbbing length as pre-cum oozed generously from the tip. Ethan dove in, sucking marks into the jock's collarbone, then lower, tongue bathing the ridges of abs, savoring the potent musk of crotch and pits as he explored freely.

Hours blurred into an endless symphony of discovery. Rey's breathy voice filled the air with naive questions and delighted moans—"It’s so slippery... why does your mouth feel so nice down there?"—while Ethan indulged every fantasy. He flipped the jock onto his stomach, spreading the thick cheeks to rim the tight, virgin hole that twitched under his tongue. Rey pushed back instinctively, innocent curiosity turning to needy whimpers. The nerd's own cock slid between those powerful thighs, frotting against the heavy balls as he continued the monologue of control.

"You're such a good, empty-headed jock now, Rey. All that arrogance gone. Just pure muscle for me to fondle, fuck, and love forever." Ethan thrust faster, hands gripping the firm globes, squeezing the dense muscle while Jake babbled affirmations.

"Take this! Haaarghhhhhh-aaahhh! Hmmmm! Arghhhh..."

The climax built like a tidal wave—Rey's body convulsing in its first innocent orgasm under male touch, thick ropes of cum painting his own abs as he cried out in bewildered ecstasy. Ethan followed moments later, marking the jock's back with his seed, claiming every inch.

In the afterglow, Rey turned his head, eyes glassy with innocent adoration. "Can we do more touching tomorrow? It felt really, really good..."

Ethan smiled, stroking the collar. "Every day, my muscle boy. Every single day."

Shoji protects the sleepy baby Yuga (if this is weird idc)

let's say a witch villain regressed him to an infantile state...

continuation !

You lay in your bed as the room starts to come back into focus, you don't recognise this place, you don't remember how you got here. You last remember a late night drinking session with the other lads from pre-med.

Then, he walks in, he will introduce himself as Dr Daddy, he will explain to you how he knows this must be confusing and scary but it's OK, your his little girl now, and he always protects his little girls.

That not right, you know him, he was in your neuroscience lecture. You can't remember his name, you can only think of him as Dr Daddy.

You know that none of this sounds right, your not a girl, or little for that matter, you were a boy, no, a man, studying medicine. Yet you don't remember a lot of things, like your name, or your age, or any classes you took this semester. Thinking just feels so much harder. He sees it in your eyes and strokes your hair.

He smiles, he is very proud of you, you're the first to undergo his new neurological procedures. He picks up your chart and starts to read all the wonderful procedures he has put you through, before telling you to close your eyes and rest.

You'd be right. Another Bad Ending unlocked! 🔓

Mel would likely go first, but her transition into toy fugue would be a bit different. It wouldn't be sudden, but unstead a gradual mental regression while her infantile urges grow more and more addictive.

Tammy's toy fugue would almost look like she rebooted after seriously glitching out. Her intelligence would drop, and her mind subsumed by her toy identity. Even her sprite would change. She would be imprinted on Mel, believing herself to be her pet.

my eyes were closed and my vision went completely white right at that moment.

dat was scawy!

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This is my first comm for my friend Arya! They wanted a simple and sweet mama baby time and I think I nailed it pretty well with the regression popped in and some hypnosis. I hope you all enjoy and just know I'm still open for comms! ______________________________________________________________

Arya sighed, shuffling into the apartment after a long day of work, having had to work a double because a coworker didn’t show up. He kicked his shoes off at the door and tossed his jacket onto the hook, the house already filled with the smell of spaghetti being made. Arya slowly shuffled into the kitchen and smiled, seeing Draven working on the spaghetti. “Shoulda guessed, you always make it when any of us have a bad day.”

Draven smiled a bit at Arya and nodded, gently patting his back a bit “I know my ba…friends well and…I know what’ll always cheer em up.” Arya nodded as Draven looked him over “Why don’t you go get into some more comfy clothes hun.” Arya looked down at his work uniform, nodding a bit as he made his way to his room, sighing a bit and not even noticing the sparkle of magic glittering on his back.

Arya shivered a bit as he walked into his room, wondering if he’d left the fan on only to see it off and frown before shrugging a bit and starting to undress. He tossed his work clothes into the hamper and sighed a bit before looking for a change of clothes, slipping a pair of shorts on and smiling a bit as he noticed something he hadn’t seen in years.

He pulled out a shirt and smiled, swearing he’d gotten rid of it before moving but now…here it was, he just smiled a bit as he pulled it on and looked down at it, it even looked as good as new…he could’ve sworn it had a hole in it. He just shrugged a bit and walked to the door and back out to the kitchen, noticing Draven smiling softly at him “Uhhh…yeah?” Draven just shook her head “Oh…nothing hun.”

Arya frowned a bit at that but shrugged a bit “So uh…when’s the sketti gonna be done?” Draven looked at it and thought “Well…it’s still got some time, along with the bread, so…I’d say 15 minutes, think you can wait that long?” Arya blushed a bit as he realized he did kinda sound like a needy kid before nodding “Y…Yeah I can wait”

Draven nodded and smiled softly at Arya “Why don’t you go watch TV or something hun, a watched cook doesn’t…cook” she seemed to get a bit lost in the allegory but just chuckled a bit before gently shooing Arya out. Draven had to stifle a chuckle though as she noticed she was just the slightest bit taller than Arya now, not that he’d notice of course. Arya made his way to the couch, sitting down and pulling up disney plus and scrolling through.

Arya sighed a bit, finally deciding on throwing the first Star Wars up as he laid on the couch. He began to smell the bread being cooked and felt his stomach rumble a bit as he glanced towards the kitchen. He watched as Draven worked and hummed softly, giving him a bit of a smile and wave which caused a slight blush from him. He went back to his movie, hoping dinner would be done soon as he looked down at himself, smiling at the newer shirt he’d gotten today with Draven at the store.

He just smiled, glad she was so willing to spend the money on him, it made him shiver a bit as he laid there, that same cold feeling that he’d felt earlier. He sat up, checking the thermostat and frowning a bit, seeing it was 72 in the house. He softly sighed a bit and slumped over a bit, hoping he wasn’t getting sick. He didn’t get much more time to think about it before Draven poked her head in with a soft smile “Arya sweetie, dinner’s ready” 

Arya smiled and excitedly hopped off the couch, rushing into the kitchen as Draven smiled down at him. Arya frowned a bit as he looked…up? He looked confused, as Draven just softly smiled down at the teen “What’s wrong hun?” Arya crossed his arms a bit, looking up “Wasn’t I…bigger?” Draven just chuckled at that “Hun, you may be having growth spurts all the time, but you haven’t caught up to mama just yet.” She ruffled his hair and he felt that tingle again.

He felt dazed for a second…what was he just talking about? He shook his head a bit and looked up at…mom, yeah, that was the name for her. She just smiled down “Well? You hungry or what?” She motioned to where he normally sat and Arya nodded, making his way quickly over and sitting as she made the plates for them. Arya just smiled in excitement as he waited, mom’s spaghetti was the best always.

She brought it over, smiling still as she set it down in front of the boy, she looked him over, noting to herself that he looked around 11 or 12 currently. “So honey…how was school?” Arya frowned a bit at that, thinking quietly to himself…how was school? Did he go to school? It all seemed…just a bit fuzzy. He just nodded a bit as he looked at his plate. “It…was fine, not lots to talk about.”

She smiled softly at the boy “Really? Nothing fun happened? Nothing you wanna tell mommy about?” Arya shrugged a bit as he started to nibble on the bread “Jus…I dunno, its kinda a blur of a day…” Draven just nodded as she started to eat, smirking as she saw the sprinkles of magic she put into the food already doing their work, the boy’s regression speeding up just in time for sketti~.

Arya didn’t seem to notice the change though, exactly how Draven set the spells up, just softly smiling at the boy as he shrunk, each year being about a minute at this point. Arya slowly ate, glancing every so often up at mama as she watched him, confused as to why she was staring and…why was the table so high up all the sudden? Arya slowly stood in his seat, causing Draven to chuckle softly at the boy “See honey…I told ya you need your booster seat.”

Arya frowned at that, looking down at himself, seeing his bluey PJ’s on him, what he’d changed into upon getting home from school.  He frowned even more at that, that didn’t seem…right, but as he thought about it he could only think of him being in first grade, it being a long day as they did…something, something about being outside, he’d come home super sleepy and took a nap in his favorite PJs. Arya shook his head a bit and frowned as none of this seemed right…but his memories were right there. 

He just stood there, thinking quietly as he suddenly felt himself lifted for just a second before being sat down in a higher position, looking down and blinking a bit as he saw the booster seat under him now. “There we go, much better, right honey?” Draven said, kissing the boy's head in hopes of clearing up the muddled thoughts of his. Arya felt his head clear a bit, some of that confusion from the day evening out as he thought about…what grade was he in again? Kindergarten? He frowned a bit as mama tapped his hand and he looked at her, she just smiled softly at the boy “Eat up honey, you gotta eat before it gets too cold.” Arya nodded, looking at the sketti in front of him and going to try and eat with a fork, but quickly finding it hard with his little hands. Draven just softly smiled, knowing he’d be reaching the perfect age soon. “Hey honey…do you just wanna use your handsies?”

Arya  hadn’t done that since he was little little…but this fork thing was pretty hard to use…. He thought as Draven smiled a bit “Lets get that shirt off honey...don’t need bluey all messy.” Arya just nodded a bit, lifting his arms up on instinct and not even thinking to try and take his shirt off himself, mommy always did it for him, why would now be any different.

Draven gently slipped the shirt off the boy and smiled down at him, kissing his forehead and making sure to slow down his regression, just enough to where she could enjoy these little years. She gently patted his back “Alright sweetie, dig in, mummy will get you all cleaned up after you’re done, don’t you worry.” Arya nodded and smiled, quickly digging into the sketti, picking it up by the handfuls and putting it into his mouth, this was soooo much easier than that silly fork thing.

Arya ate the absolutely delicious sketti mama made quickly, she always made the best sketti, he didn’t even notice as he ate that he got it all over his face and cheeks. Even if he did though he likely wouldn’t care, after such a long day at preschool, he just wanted to relax! They only let him have a little nap! Not even the big naps like mommy gives him. He ate and looked up to mama who just had her phone out, smiling as she snapped pictures of the freshly regressed little guy.

Arya waved at the camera and smiled big, showing just how messy he already was as Draven gave a soft chuckle “Guess someone’s gonna need a serious bathie tonight, huh?” Arya just giggled a bit as he ate. It was only then that he felt an odd…nagging in his brain, like this wasn’t right, he should be…bigger? Arya slowed his eating before frowning softly, and this was not lost on Draven who frowned with him “What’s wrong pumpkin?” 

Arya looked up at her, looking confused as she just smiled down at him “I…I was…bigger…?” Draven did a surprised gasp, though one Arya wouldn’t be able to pick up on being sarcastic “You were?? How big? Like…a house?” Arya giggled at  that and shook his head “Nuh uh! I…I was as big as you mama!” She looked surprised “You were? Then how’d you get so little and cute?” She said, tickling his tummy.

He giggled and squirmed at that before looking up, confused at the question “I…I dunno” He crossed his arms, confused as to how he got so small. He sat and thought about it before suddenly looking up “Is cause…the cold tingles!” Draven nodded a bit, looking interested much the way you would with any little one telling a story “Oh? The cold tingles?” Arya just nodded and looked up as serious as a three year old could be covered in spaghetti sauce “Yuh huh! Is makin me all little!”

“Well well, that’s no good at all, is it?” Draven asked in a sing song tone, leading to Arya shaking his head. “Nuh uh! Gotta fix it!” He nodded, sure there had to be…some way to make him a big…kid again. Draven chuckled a bit “Honey, there’s nothing to fix, I think you’re just being a silly little boy” Arya looked at her now and frowned “Buh…I gotta…be big” As he looked he noticed something in Mama’s eyes, they were…swirling. 

Arya couldn’t help but stare as Draven just smiled at him, gently petting his head “There we go…see? Isn’t it better to just…relax, be all little, let mama do the thinking?” Arya just nodded slowly, staring as his mouth slowly fell open, too entranced to speak at this point as he stared into the swirling pink mess that was his mama’s eyes. She just kept gently petting him, that soft smile never leaving her face “Yes…you wanna be mama’s baby boy don’t you? Just take a break from being a big boy and just…relax.”

Arya just stared into his mommy’s eyes, not even noticing as he slipped down to around two, nor the sudden bulk between his legs. Draven could only smile as she saw the sudden bulk between his legs as his undies became likely one of her signature dragon luvs. “That’s it…just relax, you’re such a good little boy, such a good baby” She gently petted him as Arya just stared into her eyes, drooling.

Draven gently patted his head, chuckling a bit at the now toddler, covered in sauce and in just a diaper “Now honey, I need some help, are you big, or are you little?” Arya in his hazy mind just stared at her, blinking a bit. Big? Little? He was…big right? But he felt so…little. Arya mumbled out a soft “Big…” as Draven chuckled a bit “You’re big? How exactly are you big sweetie?” Arya slowly shrugged a bit at her question, still entranced as Draven smiled softly “Sweetie…you don’t even use a potty.”

Arya blinked again “I…don’t…?” Draven just smiled at the boy “Nope, not at all, you’re too little, I doubt you even know what a potty is, do you?” Arya thought, and at first it felt like that knowledge was all there…but as mama asked if he did it’s like it slipped right out of his ears. He wasn’t sure what a potty was, not at all, but that left him with another question “Wh…where do I potty..?” Draven smirked a bit at that, it was like he was just leaving himself wide open “Why…where do you think sweetie? Where do all little babies go?” 

Arya didn’t have to think about this, it was like it was the first thing in his mind, softly mumbling as he stared “In…In their diapers” Draven gave a bit of a clap at that “Yes! Good boy! And what are you wearing sweetie?” Again, he didn’t even have to think about this, it’s like he’d known since the weird bulk wrapped itself around his waist “A…diaper” Draven just smiled at him “So…where do you think you go?” 

It’s like Arya could feel the change in his head, nodding slowly as he stared and Draven rubbed his back a bit “Why don’t you then sweetie, we gotta give you a bathie anyway.” Arya looked unsure for the first time as Draven kept gently rubbing “B…But…I’m big.” Draven tsked at that, shaking her head softly “No sweetie, you’re not, you’re my little boy, my baby, and right now, mommy wants you to get all those silly big boy thoughts out.” Arya could only parrot a soft “Get em…out?” Draven nodded “Yep, out, and it’s not as hard as you think sweetie, just give a little push.” Arya looked confused again as he looked at her “Push…?” She nodded again and smiled softly “Yes sweetie, a push, right into your lovely luvs for mama, just push all~ those big boy thoughts right out.” Arya just stared as it all started to click for him, he had to push, push all the big boy thoughts out, just be mama’s good little baby.

Draven watched the boy slowly lean forward, just keeping up the back rubs as she watched and whispered “That’s it…good boy, just push em all out for mama, let that little brain get all empty so mama can give you a changie, a nice bath and then maybe later, even a boobie.” Arya felt his mouth water at the thought of her wonderful milk, softly grunting as he stared, the eye stopped swirling a while ago but he couldn’t help but stare at mama as he softly grunted more.

It was quick, just like mama said as Arya leaned forward, grunting softly as he felt that feeling in his tummy moving down, pushing out into his diaper. As he pushed he felt his brain getting all…empty, like stuff was supposed to be there but..now it was only mama and...how he was a baby. He kept grunting, staring as mama praised him “There we go, such a very good boy, get it all~ out for mama, let all~ those big boy thoughts out.” She said again as Arya felt the weight in his diaper, it gently sagging under him as all he could do is let a soft giggle out at the funny feeling of all that big boy stuff just going right into his padding. 

Draven just watched the boy, smiling as he finished and plopped back into his messy diaper, knowing there wasn’t a lot going on upstairs right now “Such a good boy! Who’s mama’s good boy? You are! You are!” She said, gently tickling the boy’s tummy causing him to break into a fit of giggles and kicked as she gently scooped him up, smiling down at the sweet boy in her arms, one that just an hour ago was a stressed adult dreading tomorrow.

She gently carried the boy to his room, one that was already changed due to her magic. His bed was now a crib for his soon to be infant form, his dresser was now still one somewhat, but had a changing mat on top and was stocked with diapers. Long gone was his TV and games, rather it was now a star projector that played lullabies. She just softly smiled at the boy as she laid him on the changing mat and started to make quick work of untaping and wiping him down.

Arya looked up adoringly at mama as she cleaned him and cooed at him, telling him how cute he was now and how much better it must be. Arya could only suck on his paw as he stared up at her, smiling at her as she gently finished cleaning him before lifting him up and carrying the now one year old to the bathroom. She turned on the warm water and gently set the boy in as it slowly filled. 

Arya giggled as the warm water gently and slowly enveloped him, splashing a bit and wiggling at the warm feelings of the water. Draven smiled, just letting the water come up to about just below his chest line before stopping it and putting some boat toys in for the boy to play with as she grabbed a cup and childrens shampoo.She filled the cup before pouring it over his head, wetting his hair as the boy just giggled and flailed a bit “Nuuuh mama!”

Draven chuckled back “Well someone’s gotta clean this messy little boy, and I know you won’t do it yourself.” She said as she gently started to work the children’s shampoo into the boy's now wet hair. Arya just giggled and splashed as started to play with the toy boats as she gently started to clean him with a wet washcloth, trying to get all the sauce off him while he was distracted with playing. 

Arya didn’t make it easy though as he kept giggling and squirming at her trying to hold him still and wipe him down with the funny feeling cloth. Draven could only smile and shake her head at his antics before pulling her phone out and waving at him which led to a wave back as she took a picture to remember the night. She smiled as she dunked the cup back under the water “Okay sweetie, close those lil eyes of yours.”

Arya nodded and closed his eyes quickly as Draven gently poured water over his head, washing the soapy suds out of his hair and into the awaiting water, causing giggles from the boy again as she did it once more to make sure they were all out. She let him keep playing as she gently cleaned him up a bit more, making sure she got all the sauce before smiling and pulling the plug on the bathtub.

The boy watched the water swirl down the drain as he was lifted out by mama, with a towel in her arms as she made quick work of drying off his hair and body. She ruffled his hair dry and smiled as she kissed his forehead upon the boy poking his head out “Alright, let's get you all diapered and then we’ll relax on the couch before beddy byes, how’s that sound pumpkin?” Arya could only nod, most of the words coming at him way too fast for his now little, empty head to fully comprehend.

She carried him back into his room and laid him on the changing table, quickly sliding a diaper under his bottom, applying powder and taping him up quickly. She nodded at her work, she still had the magic diapering touch, before lifting the boy off the table and looking at her choices for PJ’s for him. She gave a small chuckle as she pulled out a romper with the words “Mommy’s lil Rah” with a little picture of a dragon on it “Perfect for my little boy.” 

She gently slipped it over his head before gently snapping the crotch and nodding at him as he just gently started to suck on his paw again, looking at it. He knew he should know those words, but they were gone now, mama took em away, but that's okay cause he was just a little baby after all. “Alright, time for some Bluey and then nini time for my little boy.” She brought him out to the couch, slowly sitting and stopping the movie that’d been playing since before dinner, pausing it and swapping quickly to Bluey, chuckling as she noticed the little one in her lap start to wiggle and dance as the theme started to play.

“Do you like Bluey baby?” Draven asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from him. Arya nodded quickly and babbled out  a “Wub Bwuey!” as he was already transfixed with the TV. They spent the next thirty or so minutes doing just that, watching Bluey and relaxing, Arya relaxing truly for the first time in a while, though as he laid there, he started to smell a wonderful smell.

He started to look around, wondering if mama had something or lit something, but quickly realized he was much closer to the smell than he thought. He looked back and saw he was right next to her chest, and sure enough, the wonderful smells were coming from her chest. It made his mouth start to drool almost instantly as he stared, something that wasn’t lost as Draven smirked down, the perfect way to get a little one like him asleep.

“Does my little boy want some num nums? Hmm? Does hims want some mama milk?” Draven cooed down as Arya just nodded. She gently undid her shirt before lowering her bra and smiling as her nipple hung in front of the boy’s open mouth. Arya could barely stand it, the wonderful smell was overwhelming his senses as he stared at the wonderful source, and he knew exactly what to do, he was a baby after all.

He latched on quickly, starting to drink and gulp down the wonderful, sweet and almost entrancing milk. He felt it roll down his throat and warm his tummy, causing shivers to run up and down his back as he felt so..loved, so cared for, so close to mama in this moment. Draven just smiled down at the nursing boy, feeling the same closeness as she watched him drink, his eyes slowly shutting as she gently held him, rubbing and patting his bottom as he slowly relaxed more and more into her arms. 

An immogression escape room.