#messmaker

[bannana-reneesberry]

How much rent assistance would some sloppy run me?

Maybe 10 mil but I'm low balling so we'd have to see. How destroyed did you want your house?

[photozoi]

Stripe and Ash showing off the results of their food fighting frenzy. Maybe I am going about this in the wrong way. Maybe I should be giving them non toxic coloured food and just taping paper up... we could sell the ensuing masterpieces.

[blackbird-brewster]

Every Criminal Minds episode with a character name as the title has been Bad News. And I am very scared about what S18 'Tara' has in store for us.

It should be a felony to hurt my baby. She has done nothing wrong ever in her life! LET HER BE HAPPY AND IN LOVE!!!! PLEASE, this team does NOT need More Trauma.

It seems impossible for the writers of this show to delve into character development outside of just Trauma. Like????????

WHAT IF, instead of whatever will inevitably happen to my fave angel baby, we have an episode called 'Tara' and it's her bringing Rebecca home to meet Al and there's tension, but they ultimately work things out? WHAT IF, instead of leaning on ye old classics (abduction/injury/torture), we have an episode called 'Tara' and it's about her Forensic Psychology skill set. One of the inmates she interviewed during her DOJ research in S11 is now up for execution and they've chosen Tara to speak on their behalf to try and get a stay of execution

WHAT IF, instead of having an episode that's the exact same premise as 100 other episodes, we have an episode called 'Tara' and it's about her getting promoted to Unit Chief so Emily can go back to being Section Chief (she's been pulling unrealistic double duty for so long)

[illctaffairs]

╰⠀⠀♡⠀⠀—⠀⠀꒰⠀𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍⠀꒱⠀⠀…⠀⠀@celestialshearts⠀⠀/⠀⠀insu⠀&⠀??

⠀⠀⠀"⠀so⠀...⠀any thoughts on how we're gonna get out of this mess⠀?⠀"

[paddedlittleparadise]

When Words Have Two Meanings (Ream Teaser)

Little Andy's about to go to a birthday party for his fellow Little! But unfortunately, he's having a hard time convincing his Mommy not to interpret the party's theme in a very embarrassing way…

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"Nno- Mommy, no! It- it's not that kind of par-mmmmphhh!"

Into Andy's mouth the giant spoon went once more, forcing yet another wad of oily, gritty mush deep into his half-choking throat. He gulped, straining in his high chair, his hands waving helplessly as he muscled the icky goo down. He knew this taste all too well: the taste of laxative-laced oatmeal. But before he could even recover, his wife Lila – affectionately known to him these last four years as Mommy – gave a knowing chuckle and drove the spoon into the half-empty bowl for a fresh load.  

"Oh, sweetie, hush! Don't tell me you really know better than Mommy now? You said your Little friend's birthday party is a wet and messy party, right?" Lila's green eyes twinkled, and deep between his messy lips went the loaded spoon again. "Now I can't speak for Charlotte's Mommy, of course. But any adult with half a grain of sense will know that, when it comes to two big babies like you, "wet" and "messy" can mean one thing and one thing only…"

She giggled over his gurgling protests, merrily oblivious to his discomfort. "You're my little stinker, after all. Aren't you? My sweet little super-soaking pampers packer. And if that's what Charlotte's Mommy wants this party to be about… well, we need to make sure you're primed and ready!"

Of course Andy tried to reason. But reasoning with Mommy wasn't exactly his strong suit at any time – and least of all now in this hapless position, locked in his chair, wearing his night-soaked diaper, and being forcibly spoon-fed his gooey breakfast. So he let out a sticky sigh… and down the hatch it all went.

After that? Down too went the contents of his one-liter bottle. Because, after all, Mommy cheerfully informed him that if he didn't drain it all quickly, she simply wouldn't have time to change him. And, well… rocking up to his Mommy's friend's house in a swollen – and probably by that time leaking – night diaper wasn't exactly on his list of favorite things ever.

"Hmm… you really think it's a party for messy play? Like finger painting?" Mommy was smirking now, glancing brightly backward from his closet full of onesies, shortalls, and diaper covers and giving her now freshly double-diapered husband a wink. "In that case, maybe I should just leave you like that: in nothing but your diaper. Surely it's better not to get your pretty clothes dirty…"

"No, no, it- it's okay," Andy hastened, his stuffed and already gurgling belly giving a little flip-flop of fear. "Please, I- I wanna wear something! I- I can stay clean-" Oh, he did! How embarrassing to show up with this waddly, stuffer-filled monstrosity of a double diaper on display for everyone to see?!

At that, Mommy let out a triumphant laugh. "Such a silly little thing," she reproved, tugging one of his newest onesies over his head and beginning to guide his arms through the sleeves. "Well, never mind that. At least this one will be appropriate no matter what! Oh… but of course my baby can't read!" She giggled anew, her fingers dexterously snapping the taut fabric shut around his bulging crotch. "See these words on the front? They say, "Mommy's Little Messmaker! And isn't that exactly what you are, sweetie?"

Well, Andy would have let out a disconsolate bleat of dissent. But Mommy was already stuffing his pacifier into his mouth and bending down, her lovely cleavage full on display within her sundress, and planting a warm kiss on his forehead. "Well, aren't you adorable! Now let's get going. It's an hour to your Little friend's house, at least – and we can't keep sweet little Charlotte waiting on her birthday!"

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Want to read the mortifying end to this little story – along with many, many other one-off, multi-part, and commissioned stories? We'd be delighted to see you over on our Ream (i.e., the Patreon that's NOT run by bigoted assholes). Lots of steamy, femdommy, diaper-y, BDSM-y, sissy-y goodness awaits! 😁

[blackbird-brewster]

L I T E R A L L Y

Season 17, a Summary

CM/Messer: Alright, what do you want in season 17? Luke: More screentime and a storyline Tara: Same as Luke and I want Rebecca and I to get back together Emily: JJ and I have more friendship interactions and more lady bonding moments JJ: Have a storyline that doesn't always revolve around Will CM/Messer:......yea we only have 10 episodes Tyler Green: Is is okay if I can come back? CM/Messer: Of course Tyler, we love you so much, you deserve to come back, and in fact, we're promoting you to series regular, so you're now part of the main cast. Don't worry, there's plenty of room for you in these 10 episodes Tyler Green: Yay! Luke, Tara, JJ, Emily:....... Luke, Tara, JJ, Emily: Are we a joke to you?

Tagging: @missmitchieg, @snailsandpuppy-dogtails, @the-invisible-queer, @rewrotethestars, @unitchiefs-blackbirdphoenix, @gaelic-symphony, @marvelfanlife, @penelope-garcia

cause I'm still salty over the Tyler Green news

[thehyperrequiem]

Is it Slimer? Is it Flubber? Nope, just a Masked Squeak

Better watch out for this slimeball, he can get his green goo everywhere like he is Slimer from Ghostbusters! But just because he is messmaker, doesn't mean he is a troublemaker.

This is for @sam-rexian's AU

[theseventhoffrostfall]

The Messmaker is slain. You guys know me, I like snakes, fire, flaming snakes, big evil spears, and character designs with disturbingly and inexplicably apelike proportions, so you know I think he's a pretty cool guy

[blackbird-brewster]

There's a reason we used to call her Erica Messmaker. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

She's never been someone to trust in terms of the random shit she promises in interviews. I mean, the promo cast interviews prior to CME said 'oh we're going to see Tara living out of her car while on the road' (we didn't) 'we'll see more personal life with everyone' (we only got only Rossi and Will.. JJ wasn't even the focus in her own marriage) 'We'll see Tara juggle her love life with work' (aka fan service to make her queer only for her and Rebecca to break up immediately)

Don't believe anything Messer says in interviews. She walks things back all the time and gives such empty promises. Don't get your hopes up

going back to what you mentioned about Messer, I remember in an interview about evolution, the interviewer mentioned how Emily and Luke's personal lives were not explored in s16 and Messer only talked about Emily/Paget, nothing about Luke. I hate to be that person but what is the point of bringing back Luke/Adam if he's gonna be sidelined again in favor of Rossi and all the white men in evolution

You’re right tho, idk what the heck Messer’s planning for this show or if she even knows what she’s doing but I sure don’t like it. I also notice how many times she tends to backtrack and contradict everything that happens in the show the moment people don’t like it (i.e. saying they were intending the JJ and Reid outcome to be interpreted as brother/sister when many viewers hated the romantic lost first love route) like… did she not think any of those things through before greenlighting those ideas? And she’s supposed to be the showrunner, so either she’s trying to keep up with fan service too much or she really doesn’t know how to make everything make sense.

I hate that Luke or Tara don’t get the acknowledgment they deserve and become the supporting characters rather than individual ones this season and possibly the next.

[aeriona]

I love my little chicken beast so much you guys have no idea

Silly video of her I used as a reference below the cut:

Sydney the dubious, dareisay nefarious messmaker, getting food on the table because she’s a goblin. also kitchen jumpscare

[queen-citrus]

My little messmaker

[treacletartlett]

Messmaker

It’s been a long day and Harry wanted you to see how beautiful you actually are and relieve you from your stress, so he made you look at yourself the whole time in the mirror in front of his bed while touching you, mostly making you ride his thigh.

It’s Monday, meaning the week just started.

You were already tired from classes and just wanted to spend time with Harry, but since that wasn’t possible, you had to distract yourself by daydreaming about him until school is over.

Deciding after class was over that you were going to do your homework outside on the courtyard and shower afterward resulted in you walking right past Harry, without seeing him, and hurrying to finish your homework.

Confusion took over Harry, you always acknowledge each other in the halls, even if you don’t have the same classes that day, so he immediately thought something was wrong, worst case is that you’re mad at him.

Following you through the hall, he knew you were burned out, and all he wanted was to relieve you from the stress.

When he caught up to you outside you were about to sit down. “Hey baby,” he said while wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you in, kissing your forehead and rubbing you gently.

Your mood immediately got better. Harry was always the only one who could turn you happy and consoled in seconds. A smile took over your face while you snuggled closer up to him, wanting to feel all his warmth.

“Hey Harry, I really needed that hug you know.” You looked up to him, your bag dropped on the grass next you, but every necessity in it flying to the back of your mind.

The sky was murky, but it was just a bit chilly. Though you still kept a tight hold on Harry, indicating for him not to let you go. The grass was a bit damp and the benches occupied, keeping you from actually sitting down and studying, ruining your plans.

Outside is really the only place where you do most of your homework. The environment calming and not as noisy as the common room, making it easier for you to concentrate.

The tight hold of Harry’s arms around you was really appreciated. His head leaned on your shoulders while his arms kept running up and down your back.

“I know baby, I was worried you were mad or something was wrong because you when I saw you in the hall you walked past me,” a hint of relief was riddled in his words, making guilt bubble up inside you.

“But I know now that you didn’t see mee, although I still sense some stress on you. I just want to make it go away.” His words were slightly muffled by him talking against your shoulder, but you still understood every word.

Considerate isn’t enough to describe his caring for you, you were always so grateful for having him as your boyfriend. Being in the same group of friends helped your relationship come together but there has always been a different vibe between you two and the rest.

Everyone knew you two were in love with each other.

“You’re right. Thank you, for this I mean, and everything else. I just don’t know what it is. I’m so tired all the time and never have motivation for school and it’s just Monday,” harry listened intently to your little rant. “I don’t want to be a burden since I know everyone is struggling, but I just don’t know what it is.”

he hugged you even tighter "baby don't say that. you could never be a burden you know. I'm here to make you feel better, yeah?" you nodded against his shoulder.

you two walked back to harry's dorm, already getting comfortable and taking off your school uniform, planning to put on one of his sweatshirts. harry mimicked, but before you could start to clothe yourself he stopped you, half naked himself, and pulled you in by your hips. he grinned, his mouth an inch from yours, and rubbed up and down your sides while holding you close to him.

"oh harry, what are you doing?" you asked, giggling, smiling against his lips and kissing him once. you rested your arms against his chest and laid your head on his shoulder.

"just holding you baby." harry said in a soft voice. he backed both of up to his bed and turned while dropping so you sat on his lap. he caressed you while leaving kisses everywhere on your head.

"just let me make you feel better, okay?" he mumbled.

after nodding harry laid you down on the bed while standing up and turning the life-size mirror beside his bed to face it, making you see yourself, half naked and pale from winter in your bright pink underwear. your hair was already messy and there was a red tint on your cheeks and nose from the cold. harry sat down again, examining both of you in the mirror.

"God, you're so beautiful y/n. look at you, can you see?" he pointed out, completely mesmerised by your beauty. it felt good knowing the person you've been yearning for your whole life feels equal to you as you do him, having not had that experience before enhances this moment.

he moved to sit on top of you, where the curve of your ass starts. his hands stroked your back, almost like giving you a massage but much better, and he leaned down just enough for his hot breath to fan over your ear and neck, making goosebumps rise on your skin. a soft moan escaped your mouth, the feeling of harry everywhere.

"do you like this?" harry asked, only wanting to satisfy you in every way possible. he began lifting you at your waist, making you sit up on your knees and hands, ass against harry's crotch. "yes, yes, I do." you answered, not wanting to talk, not wanting to do anything beside harry.

he started moving you against him slightly, resulting in minimal friction. you wanted more, already feeling the need for him grow and grow by every excruciating second. he seemed to know exactly what you need, just like always, and moved you in a way that you're on his lap, harry seated in front of the mirror having you both facing it, on his right thigh.

you turned your face towards him, confusion and excitement lingered in your expression. harry faced you and pecked your lips, a small smile breaking through his expression. "I want to show you how beautiful you are love, please." he said to you, softly.

you hummed back as your response, your head suddenly feeling so heavy, leaning down. your hair was everywhere, and that only enhanced the feeling of something more in the air.

then, harry's hand traveled down, and pushed your panties to the side, leaving you bare on his leg. His fingers wrapped tightly around your hips, and he guided you on his toned thigh, making you ride his leg, and every time you looked down he would pull your hair slightly, just enough for you to look up at yourself again in the mirror.

You looked like a mess.

Long hair was all over the place, sweat laced all over your almost naked body, lips red and wet and puffy from biting down on them. Your feet couldn’t quite reach the floor since you were on top of Harry’s leg which is much taller than yours.

Green eyes met yours in the mirror, Harry smiled up at you, seeing the mess you’re in. then, his fingers connected with the clasp of your bra, undoing it. you let it fall to the ground, exposing your hard nipples. in the mirror, harry watched you intently. you saw his eyes travel up and down, lingering on all your spots. his gaze focused and mesmerised, his hair shining in the little light you had, his eyes so beautiful.

The sight of him could make you cum.

His hair messy as always, his lips also red and plumb from making out earlier, you could very clearly see his hard erection. “I’m so lucky to always look at you when you’re like this. Don’t you think? Aren’t I the luckiest guy?” He kissed your neck repeatedly, slowly dragging his kisses down to your chest.

“Y-yes, you're right, Harry.” You breathed out.

The fingers that were wrapped around your hips forced your hips still, making you stop moving in his thigh. Feeling your release slip away you groaned. “Harry, please don’t stop.” You pleaded.

Harry just chuckled against your neck "I'll never." and turned you around, making you face him instead. both your legs placed on either side of his hips, he lowered his boxers, freeing his erection. he looked at you, making sure this is what you want, and when you eagerly nodded and kissed him he lifted you just enough to make you sit down on him.

you both moaned, foreheads resting against each other's. harry gripped your face and looked at you lovingly before kissing you passionately. "does this feel good baby?" he asked, breaking the kiss.

you tried to muster up a reply, your brain scrambled by the feeling of him inside you. a faint "yes." the best thing coming out of your mouth.

harry smiled at you, turned you around and held you tight against him, fucking you just right. he found a steady pace he held and kissed you hard. the sound of skin on skin and both your moans and breathing filled the room, any concern of people hearing you non-existent.

you felt your orgasm building up with every thrust. pressure growing in your abdomen, you held onto harry's hair and back, probably leaving red scratch marks on it, but not caring less.

"harry, I think I'm going to-", "so come baby, come on." harry cut you off. with that, you did. harry's command making you come undone more violently than you thought you could.

he felt you gripping him hard, the feeling of you on him much more intensified. when he felt you shaking underneath him he came, hard. his pace became sloppy until there was no rhythm at all, and he was just riding out both of your orgasms, driving into you violently.

when you both felt it wear off he slowed until stopping, dropping softly on top of you, holding you close to him. he stroked your hair back from your face and places gentle kisses alongside your face.

"did that help?" he muttered, both of you too tired to do anything. you turned to him, smiling "yeah, thank you harry." you kissed him. you could never get enough of each other.

"for what? i loved it just as much. did you see how beautiful you are?" he chuckled against your neck, holding you tight.

"you know how pretty you are, harry? you always talk about me, but we never talk about you." your smile reaching your eyes, making them look even brighter.

harry laughed softly, kissed you on your swollen lips gently and answered after a minute "that's because I like talking about you."

[blackbird-brewster]

This was written in February 2015 - midway through S10 airing - and YEARS before Emily even came back. And YEARS before the show would even get to it's actual 300th episode. (Which did, in fact, involve two members of the BAU getting abducted 🧐)

Presently, in 2025 - midway through S18 (especially with this week's JJ/Emily scene) - I feel the show creeping closer and closer to this level of meta crack!fic ridiculousness.

God grant us the strength for whatever the hell they come up with in S19 😭

This fic is also on my AO3 btw.

Episode 300: JJ and Emily get kidnapped together and have to do whatever it takes to survive....*whatever* ;)

300 (A [very sarcastic] Jemily drabble)

JJ came to, blinking into the florescent lighting of yet another warehouse. She had been abducted by yet another bad guy but this time was different. This time Emily had been abducted too! They had been leaving the theatre when henchmen threw bags over their heads and abducted them from a crowded space without anyone noticing. It was amazing how stealthy henchmen are these days. 

“Shit! We got abducted!” JJ whispered in Emily’s direction.

“Again!?” Emily sighed as she tugged against the restraints at her hands.

They were both strung up by their wrists in handcuffs attached to chains which were so conveniently connected to pullies in the ceiling, which were obviously built in the warehouse for just this occasion.

“How will we get through this?” JJ laughed sarcastically. She knew good and well the team would magically know JJ and Emily had gone missing even though it had only been a couple of hours and the team had no reason to suspect anything was wrong because it’s not like they were working a case or anything they had been out at a show on their night off, but don’t worry…the team would know. 

“Well, guess we just need to figure out how we’re going to pass the time,” Emily sighed looking at the clock on the wall. They had been missing for exactly two hours, which meant the team would probably arrive to rescue them in the next three hours. 

“I have an idea but it only involves you in handcuffs,” JJ grinned. 

“Damnit, Jennifer!” Emily scolded as she bit her lip at the simple suggestion. 

They had been dancing around their feelings for one another on and off for approximately 12 seasons now. They both knew they wanted to bone each other into oblivion but their lives were purely vanilla and women never bone other women in vanilla shows lives. 

“Too bad you’re all the way over there, all tied up…and elongated…and topless for some reason,” Emily whispered, feeling the sexual tension growing between them. 

“You’re right, why am I in my bra?” JJ asked.

“Ratings!” came the voice of the evil and brilliant, Erica Messer. She was the arch nemesis of JJ and Emily. She had put them through years of torture and bad plot points throughout the course of the careers now she had them hanging in a warehouse….again. BUT it’s different because this time they’re together. 

“Ratings?” JJ asked blankly, not understanding the answer. 

“People love seeing women in bras! We can’t do full nudity, this is a network show after all,” Messer added. 

Emily and JJ looked at each other and nodded in understanding. It seemed pretty legit. Boobs are pretty great after all. Everyone loves boobs. Men, even gay men, women, babies, everyone loves boobs. 

“Well I’m just going to let JJ down for a minute so we get some good shots of her crumpled on the ground crying so everyone watching feels pains they didn’t know were humanly possible. Then I’m going to leave the room for a while so you two can come up with a plan that I’ll be totally oblivious to. K?” Messer explained to her captives who nodded. She took out a key and let JJ down as promised, leaving the key precariously placed on the desk while she took her exit. 

“JJ she left the key! Let me out of here and we’ll escape before she gets back!” Emily said excitedly. 

“That’s a great idea! But I think now is the best time to get into a lengthy conversation about how we really feel about each other. I mean are we really going to pretend that we don’t want to lady-bone each other? It’s been years Emily. The way we look at each other, the way we drop everything to rush to the other’s rescue. That entire Blackbird story arch. I mean really. I think we need to talk about the fact that you’re gay and you have unrequited feelings towards me because I chose Will. And I want to talk about the fact that you left for Interpol because you couldn’t stick around and see me happy if it meant I wasn’t with you. I get it, it was hard. But you didn’t have to leave the show my entire life over it.”

“JJ I didn’t leave your entire life! The team mentioned me like three times after I left, confirming to the audience that I still exist. Its like when people leave the BAU and go to the character grave yard but we call it Andi Swann’s unit!” Emily stated casually as if this statement explained everything.

“Oh, I guess that makes sense. But can we talk about all of those times you stared at me longingly and I was completely unaware at the fact you wanted me? But then when I got abducted I knew in my heart of hearts you’d be the one to save me. Because Blackbird is our thing and I put all my hopes on Hotch calling you, you getting there in time and remembering that conversation we had a couple of years before about being a blackbird. But of course you remembered because you hang on my every word because you love me. Don’t you Emily? Do you love me?” JJ asked earnestly. 

“Yes, I love you JJ. I have loved you since the moment I met you back in season 2. Since you brought me up to speed on protocol. And the time I held your hand in season three, I knew right then, I just knew I had to have you. Everything after that was just heavy innuendo, but I wanted it to be canon so badly. I love you JJ, you take my breath away. You had me at hello. Never let me go, JJ, never let go. Because when I’m with you it’s like I’m finally alive!”

“You know I just can’t even. There were major plot holes to fill so they created Will and I had no choice but to be with him once I had Henry. Because even though it’s modern day America and women raise children on their own all the time, I couldn’t possibly NOT end up marrying my baby’s daddy. Unlike fetch (which will never happen), this was written in the stars. It was destiny! I’m sorry Em, we’ll never be together like you want us to be.”

Suddenly the door opened again and Erica entered with two henchmen in expensive suits. “Seriosuly? I left for like TEN minutes and you didn’t even get her out of the handcuffs? What the hell were you guys doing in here? Because suddenly these network execs showed up and demanded I kill one of you off before things get too gay.”

"Take me! My character died after season six anyway, "Emily admitted. 

Erica shrugged and pulled out a gun and shot Emily point-blank in the chest killing her instantly. But since it’s Criminal Minds and they like to lead you on, the execs plugged her full of five more shots to prove she was most def dead this time. 

JJ collapsed next to her and cried in the saddest possible way anyone has ever seen. I mean seriously, what even!? How can someone possibly look this goddamned heartbroken and sad and OMFG my feels!!! 

"Emily. I love you! I’m so sorry I never told you, but I love you!”

*credits*

[harocat]

After Fox Spirit Messmaker I don't really count on Stellar to guarantee me anything but absolute banger aesthetics, costumes, etc., but Love Game in Eastern Fantasy also has:

Esther, in her first xianxia post LBFAD (she signed on and started to film Sword and Fairy before CLJ aired). She literally looks just like the character!

DYX, who has already starred with Esther in Moonlight, so the chemistry should be great.

Bai Jinjin! The woman screenwriter behind CLJ, who also did amazing work on Destined. Though Destined did peter off near the end, it was overall, up to that point, such an excellent show (on Destined and CLJ both, she was partnered with another screenwriter, but I believe she's doing this series by herself).

A source material that is I believe the most popular novel on literature city (or it was in the past), which hopefully means it will be treated with care.

My one big concern is that it's apparently slated to be only thirty-two episodes. Hopefully those are all long episodes, and they haven't had to make a bunch of cuts to pass review.

[paddedlittleparadise]

Twelve Months to a Better Life – Ch. 21 (Teaser)

Jayden has been lucky – or unlucky! – enough to be in the care of his wife Erica and her skilled female friends. They've all been more than willing to turn his life-long fantasies of becoming a regressed adult baby into reality!

The year's drawing to a close… but has the man-baby really arrived at his embarrassing goal?

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Warm. Mmm… wet. Warm. Nice. Yummy.

The words, mere ghosts of ideas, flitted erratically through Jayden's head. His eyes blinked slowly upward – over the cylindrical curve of the bottle in his hands, up toward the far-off fuzzy ceiling of the living room. He lay there on the carpet, muscles limp, mouth suckling rhythmically at the large and milk-filled teat. And in this place, this state, he had no real need of anything more than the occasional word bubbling up from his regressed mind.

Nice. Yummy. Warm.

A wet burp escaped his lips, and a trickle of milky drool slowly slid downward from the left corner of his mouth. Perhaps in months past he would have blushed, apologized, reached for a napkin to dab at his indiscretion. But here and now… well, he didn't need to. It didn't even occur to him, rapt as he was in the unthinking meditation of his bottle-feeding. Burps came, burps went. Just like all of his other bodily emissions.

Num, num. Ba-ba… good…

Gone at last from his nose was the feeding tube. He'd recovered well from the surgery, the oral surgeon said – and what a relief to the half-conscious man-baby! His hypnotic training had left him with an overpowering need to suck, to gulp, to fill his mouth with a thumb or a bottle or a pacifier. And now at last he could satisfy that urge once more. His now-toothless gums were healed, and to work they went: gumming and drooling their way eagerly on everything Suri and Erica gave him.

Though, on their part, they gamely followed Natasha's suggestions. "After all, his poor tummy's not used to solids anymore," she had advised Erica after the tube's removal. "Honestly, I think you'd do much better keeping him on a hundred percent liquid diet for a good while longer…"

And so they did. Bottles only for Jayden: bottles of creamy adult formula, and juices, and the occasional dose of watery soup. If he minded, he didn't say so. After all… the most his drooling mouth managed these days was generally incomprehensible babble. Babble which, it must be said, was generally silenced with a well-placed pacifier or bottle nipple.

Gasp, gasp, gasp. The bottle was empty… again.

Another burp escaped him, and from his hands the empty bottle dropped to the floor. Gone. Num-num… gone… He blinked, his right thumb already slipping down to his parted and sticky lips. Mmm, suck. Nice. Suck. It wasn't a bottle, but that was okay. Yum. Nice. Suck…

"Aww, did you finish your bottle? Is your ba-ba all gone?" Suri's voice sounded from behind, and he blinked upward into her face as it appeared suddenly in his line of sight. "Such a good little baby! You must have been hungry, huh?"

She knelt as she spoke, her hands dropping down to squeeze the thick padding bulging between his splayed and naked thighs. In response to his recent uptick in liquid consumption, Jayden's diapers were now a truly multi-layered affair: a night-weight disposable with a single high-capacity booster. Over that went two layers of cloth diapering, pinned snugly in place. And over all that went a gleaming, balloon-like pair of milky plastic pants, their elastic bands drawn snugly around his thighs and waist. It was impossible to hide such a mass even under a onesie – and so these days Suri had opted simply not to even try. Hence, the simple cotton t-shirt that declared Jayden to be "Mommy's little messmaker."

"Still no leaks," Suri beamed, and Jayden writhed beneath his caregiver's touch in a sudden swell of discomfort. Because somewhere, deep in the recesses of his mind, a small voice was whispering that he should be embarrassed by this: by having a lovely, beaming young woman hovering over him and examining his urine-soaked diapers. It was the voice of his adult self, cutting through the hypnotic haze of subliminal programming. And as the dawning sensation of shame grew stronger, his legs began kicking aimlessly… his brow wrinkling… and his voice giving a gurgling little whimper from behind his saliva-covered thumb.

"Nuuuhh… Nuuhh…"

"Aww, what's with the kicking, sweetie? No, you don't need to get up. You can stay here and play, you know…" Suri assured him, watching in benevolent puzzlement as Jayden's smooth legs kicked harder and he began contorting himself upward. "Nohh- noh buh- buh- beh-bee…" He whimpered, his toothless gums drooling with the effort of making himself understood. "Goh- goh-uh-"

"Oh, no you don't, sweetie," Suri reprimanded with a laugh – and even as Jayden began scrambling awkwardly to his hands and knees, his nurse caught him and thrust him back down, this time onto his stomach. "You're not a big boy anymore, remember? Doctor says you're far too little to try walking these days! Don't make me get the cuffie-cuffs…"

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[muggedmoth]

but you see i can't do homework, i need to put too much effort into petty vanity and general messmaking:-(