Published: January 23rd 2022, 8:23:36 pm
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The pup presented them both with quite the treat from the replicator this morning.
"A big healthy breakfast for the big boy..." said the adorable rescue pup presenting Ted with a big plate of vitamin fortified French toast, some miracle meat sausages, and n'eggs.
"Wow, Artie! You're really spoiling me." said Ted, before setting the plate on the glass table nearby and helping Brad into his highchair.
"Aww, what a good Daddy you are! Well, you won't have to let your food get cold feeding the little one, because he's getting a yummy big kid breakfast that he can eat himself!"
"Wow! Really?"
The two brothers looked at each other with big smiles. Brad was very excited to get a big boy meal. That is, until he saw what it was. Presented to him was what looked like some sort of grain suspended in white cream and topped with fruit. Ted placed the plastic handled toddler spoon in Brad's hand and he sat there, staring.
After a few seconds of looking at it, Brad managed to ask, "What dat?"
"That's chia pudding," said the cartoon avatar. "It's choc full of nutriends, plus it'll help keep your tummy wummy moving and healthy!"
Bad looked over at Ted's breakfast in envy, gripping his spoon in his fist, but he was still happy to have something that at least resembled big kid food. He didn't say anything more about it and just dove in, spooning it to his mouth clumsily but effectively.
"Here ya go, lil guy," said Ted, placing a bottle of juice on the high chair tray and grabbing a squeeze hydration bottle for himself. "We gotta stay nice and hydrated so we're all healthy."
The pup wagged and looked back and forth between the two of them. "Those have all the nutrients you need, citizens. Make sure you drink it all!"
Brad was happy to oblige if it meant he didn't have to wear his feeding gag today. As for Ted, well he had dove right into the plate as soon as he sat down, and had already wolfed down almost half of the food. The pup gave Brad a slightly concerned smile.
"Slow down, buddy! You want to taste it, don'tcha?"
"Sowwee," said Ted, his mouth full of food. "It'f juff fmo good!"
Ted winced as his body suddenly reacted to the delicious food by triggering an erection. Immediately he had to straighten out his right leg as the erection began snaking past the knee area.
"I need to get bigger pants," said Ted to himself.
"They're on their way!" said Dash. "I just put in the order for you."
"Ahh, thanks Artie," said Ted. "I guess this happens a lot with new cadets, huh?"
"Sure does, buddy! Don't worry though, your uniform clothes will be plenty accommodating. It's built into the design!"
"Gosh, I need it! This is getting ridiculous!"
"Pun intended?" asked Artie, with a shit-eating grin.
"Ha ha," said Ted, smirking.
Once they were finished with their food, Ted popped a pacifier in Brad's mouth.
"And keep it there. We need to practice communicating without using big boy words, so we're gonna keep it in til lunch, okay?"
Brad just looked up at Ted and nodded. He was just happy to have the day off and what seemed on the surface like a few more big kid privileges.
"Your clothes are here!" announced the A.I.
"Oh, boy. Let's see what we got!"
At the front door, Ted found a short stack of uniforms in navy blue and gold. These were one of the few things that had to be hand delivered because the replicator wasn't permitted to make them. Nobody wanted fake enforcers roaming around, after all.
"You can wear these out today," said Ted's virtual companion. "Get a feel for them."
Something in the way Dash said that word made Ted think there was a little more to it than that, but he decided he'd find out when the time was right. He brought Brad to the couch, not wanting to go into his disaster area of a room with the little guy, and took the opportunity to finally put some clothes on for the day.
"Well, what do you think?" said Ted, turning this way or that in his new cadet's uniform. It fit so perfectly that it was obviously tailored just for him, and he felt great in it too.
Brad stared at the uniform, with its jacket and lapels, in awe, but he couldn't say anything with the pacifier in his mouth, so he just sucked on it, smiled, and clapped his hands.
"Yeah," said Ted, checking himself out in a virtual Mirror which Dash kindly projected for him. "I agree."
After a few more seconds admiring himself in the mirror, Ted walked over to Brad and picked him up. "Now let's get you ready, kiddo!"
Soon, they were in Brad's nursery again, and Ted was quickly stuffing the diapers and supplies waiting in the replicator into Brad's diaper bag.
"Let's see... sunscreen... check! Hat... check! Diaper cream, wipes, changing mat, and diapers... check! Washcloth... Extra drinks... Looks like we have everything!"
"Wah bu no no clothies?" said Brad around his pacifier. Ted looked almost startled to hear his brother speak.
"No, kiddo. No clothing," he said, shaking his head and picking Brad up. "It's nice out! You don't need it."
That was the end of the conversation as far as Ted was concerned, and brad soon found himself, rightly or wrongly, strapped into his stroller in nothing but his diaper. Artie/Dash gave them a hearty farewell, saying that he'd leave them be for their day out so they could have a chance to bond more closely, just the two of them.
Before they left, Ted spoke to Brad as they stood by the front door. "I've got a week before I have to go to the Baby Patrol training academy, so I want to make it count. Let's have a good day, kiddo, okay?"
Translation: Let's both behave and enjoy our privileges. Don't fuck it up.
Brad seemed to get it, more or less, because he nodded without complaint, but he did shrink back in his seat when Ted opened the door.
"Aww, don't be shy kiddo, Daddy's gotcha. Don't worry. Me n Artie will always look after you so you have nothing to be afraid of.
That was easy for Ted to say. He was fully dressed in his bright new uniform looking like a million bucks, while Brad had his baby belly and his oversized Pawsome Squad diapers to show to the world. His eyes darted around every which way as they left the building, passing through the public corridor where neighbors passed them by, and then outside, where they encountered more people.
Hiding was no use, and Ted wasn't any help. He actually stopped to chat casually with some of the neighbors, who complimented him on how great he looked and congratulated him on getting elected for the academy.
"Fantastic. Do us proud, son," said an older gentleman, patting Ted on the shoulder. Then he paused a moment to look at Brad, sighed, and shook his head. "Well, some of us need a little extra help sometimes. He is cute though, I'll give him that!"
"Yes, he is!" said Ted, pinching Brad's cheek playfully. Brad, fortunately, was only half there. He was still self-conscious, but his mind was foggier than before. Sometimes he got distracted by some movement or something colorful nearby, and sometimes he forgot what he was worried about altogether, tuning out the voices of the adults as he got absorbed batting at the little mobile attached to the stroller sun shade.
In fact, as long as the journey felt, the trip to the local park was within walking distance. Again, it would be populated by mostly people they already knew, along with some local off duty enforcers and their 'kids'.
Ted stopped at the edge of the park and checked all the rules and regulations, just to be certain he hadn't missed anything. As if something new would pop up just because he was wearing the uniform. Of course there was nothing new. No one in the park after dark. Dogs and human pets must be cleaned up after. No unaccompanied children, including the regressed adult variety. No littering. Stuff like that. And the penalties for infractions of each.
"Well," said Brad, satisfied that he had done his due diligence as a Jr. Cadet, "Now is as good a time as any to give you some sunblock!"
Ted helped Brad to his feet and rubbed him down head to toe with coconut smelling sunblock.
"You smell good enough to eat!" he said, pretending to eat Brad. "Nom nom nom!"
Brad squealed and giggled, heedless of the noise he made and the attention he might attract from others. Honestly, however, the attention from others was not as much as one might expect. Regressed citizens, after all, were a common enough sight, that people were inured to them, if a little embarrassed on their behalf. But Brad was having fun, and so there was nothing to pity about his situation. He was simply a baby boy having fun with his Daddy.