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January to March always seemed to the busiest time of year for the firm Hendrix worked at. And as an extension, was when it had to be coaxed into little space the most. Not that he hated being little, quite the opposite. It’s just that his adult priorities took center stage during those months.
Its carer stood by the doorframe, checking in on him. The busy machine that was so cute when he regressed. Mel hated that the kitsune tended to neglect his self care to optimize his time. How he seemed to completely lose his appetite as it stayed at his desk. Hair strewn wildly, shirt mis-buttoned, chewing on the end of a pen as he read over documents.
Because of it, Hendrix ended up having a few accidents here and there. Losing control of his bowels as his proprioception went out the window. Always when he half asleep and his regressed mind took over.
“Diapers!? Mel, I don’t need—“ Drix tried to argued. Failing as he already looked so withered and withdrawn. The dark circles under his eye were more visible than ever. Unfortunately for him, Mel stood firm. Holding her ground. She missed the kitsune’s regressed self. Very least, she wanted Hendrix to take a moment for himself. Just one single bout of selfishness.
“Look, I didn’t want to do this. But you’ve wet the bed three times this week. Obviously your regressed side wants some attention.” Expressing that it was crying out for some limelight. “And wearing diapers doesn’t make you any less of a little. Think of it as an extra safety measure.”
He was so fucking exhausted. Mel using the same, sweet voice when small to reassure him cracked through the reservoir. “…fine, okay. Still don’t like it.” Grumbling as she led Hendrix to their bedroom. “You don’t have to.”
Hendrix’s tail lightly swished behind him, anxious as hell. Hoping onto the bed as Mel bee-lined it for the cabinet holding Hendrix’s little gear. Finding the lone box of diapers that they’d bought eons ago. Drix had been just as reluctant then.
Picking some shark covered ones that managed to catch his eye. “Gonna need you to remove your pants,” Mel shifted slightly into doctor mode. Not exactly like she was at work, but not fully caregiver mode either.
“Do I have to?” Drix grumbled.
“Yes. I promise I’ll make it quick.” Holding out a pinky.
“…okay.” Linking their pinkies together for a brief second before getting up and removing the clothes from his bottom half. As the kitsune did that, Mel laid down a towel with the intent of avoiding pesky germs. Lying back down, Hendrix kept his gaze on the ceiling.
A projector from the other side of the room illuminated said ceiling with galaxies and stars. Arms curled tightly in an almost t-rex pose. “…that’s it. Look at all the pretty stars while your mama gets you all cushioned here.” Her gaze and hands focused on the task at hand. At minimizing discomfort.
Gently pulling his hips up to get the cloth situated before following the straps. Making sure it’s properly fastened and snug before letting Drix sit up. “You want me to help you get redressed or think you can handle it?”
“Think—think I can handle it,” Hendrix answered. His slurred words told Mel that his regressed headspace had fully hit it.
“Alright sweetheart.”