Things Change

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Woot got at this one a bit quicker. Did this sketch a lil while back and got around to finally getting it done. Started this before I got Civil War but of course since watching it I HAD to add something Black Panther to the pic. Hehe. ^^

Things always Change. That's what they say, and it's true. For me a lot's changed. In fact I get changes multiple times a day now! But the strange thing about it all is how...normal it feels now. Who'd have thought? Most people who knew me saw Maxwell Throton, highschool heart throb, confident businessman, all around big strong fur. Only a handful knew otherwise. That the moment I got home how the suit came off and something more crinkly went on. MAYBE some cartoon undies if I wasn't feeling too cubby. Tray insisted when I got home it was time to relax. Leave work at work he'd say. And I'd melt into an overgrown kitten in his arms. But you know it's one thing to be a big baby in the evening or over the weekend. But it's another to be a little one, permanently. Sudden Regression Syndrome, SRS, isn't exactly common but it happens. Some weird bug that germinated in FOY and every once in a while in certain people regresses them. I certainly never expected it to happen to me. Of course I'd heard stories about it and thought about it though. Really I think any big grown up cub thinks about it. But for me it actually happened! I didn't even notice when it started. Looking back I recall that night when I went to bed that my PJs were a lil looser. Tray seemed bigger. But I chalked it up to just feeling extra little snuggled up with my big polar bear daddy. The next morning however we woke up to a surprise. I looked no more than 14. My PJs hung off me loosely and the bed was pretty wet as the diaper I'd worn to bed was now several sizes too big. I got dresses as best I could and we rushed to the hospital. They ran a test to confirm the diagnosis and watch. There wasn't anything they could do otherwise. Over the course of the day I continued to regress. Younger and younger. I was having accidents once I got down to 4 and by the time it stopped well I'm probably just a bit more than a One. My life changed. Now I was a real cub effectively. I could still talk of course and retained some coordination but in many ways I was the way I looked. It was at once both exciting and embarrassing. Tray didn't change though. He told me all this meant was that his cub was now a bit smaller. He went on a shopping spree ticking out a nursery for me. All the cub stuff. Now here I am waking up as the sunlight filters into my nursery and through my crib bars. I still blush when I wake up to discover how soggy I am in the morning. And this morning it seems I've got a present in my pawpers for Tray. That doesn't stop me from nursing my pacifier which is now a constant comfort item. Or hugging my old teddy bear who listens to anything I need to get off my little chest. What can I say. Things Change. All the time. And it looks like I'm due for another change at any moment as I hear the heavy yet soft footfalls of my big polar bear daddy. Things Change. But some stay the same.

Well hope you guys liked the pic and the lil story. ^^

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Type: Picture/Pinup

Published: 8 years, 5 months ago

Rating: General

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