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Tommy wanted to be babied, really fucking bad. It may seem stupid to some, for a 17-year-old wanting to be coddled and called cute pet names like ‘babyboy’ or ‘sweetpea’, but to Tommy, it was something he absolutely adored and wished he could have.

Whenever his pseudo brother would tease him and speak to him in that stupid tone, every time Phil would get overprotective and just be a dad in general, hell, even Techno has his moments where he would treat Tommy like a tiny child. Tiny, that’s what Tommy wanted, he wanted to be tiny.

Tommy wanted to be tiny, small enough to earn the adoring ‘aww’s and babying from his family figures. He wanted to indulge in the fuzzy feeling that left him acting childish and sweet, the babying only being something he craved.

It wasn’t something Tommy thought was normal until he stumbled upon the term ‘age regression’ a couple of years back, when he was still a 15 year old stressed out about his newfound fame. It was as if he unlocked an entirely new part of him, he found video after video, story after story, he felt safe and comfortable with the cutesy kiddish themes.

He deemed himself a ‘little’ after that, he even let himself indulge in gear like pacifiers and bottles, some toys every once in a while. He even set up a motivation chart, if he finished a video before a deadline, he could go and buy himself something new. Tommy mostly went with stuffed toys or sticker sheets, he wasn't interested in decorative gear, he just likes the simple things.

Tommy wasn't ashamed of his regression, his parents know and support it completely, so he really could care less about others’ opinions on it. Even tho his parent know, they can't provide what Tommy craves so much, they support but don't interact.

He just wanted to cuddle up with his stuffies and listen to Wilbur's soft voice call him cute names, he wanted to sit down and color and draw things for him, he wanted Wilbur to talk to his stuffies and have little tea parties with them. Stupid idea, sure, but to Tommy it meant everything, he wanted that comfort.

Of course, he wanted the same from Techno and Phil, but Wilbur has always been a safe haven for Tommy. Letting him talk about his interest without judgment, providing comfort for when he felt scared or stressed about streaming. To Tommy, Wilbur was the ideal caregiver, someone who Tommy absolutely adored.

Despite Wilbur not knowing about Tommy being a regressor, he always manages to get him to slip and feel tiny. Tommy never stuck around in calls with Wilbur when it happened, he knew that Wilbur already understood agere, and he supports it too, but that doesn't mean he knows any regressors.

Tommy was too frustrated from the lack of affection to care anymore though, he was stressed, on the verge of slipping, and only Wilbur was online. Quickly typing in Wilburs DMS, the voice call screen popped up on his monitor. Tommy thought about backing out of the call, but he pushed it away by clicking the familiar ‘answer’ button.

“Tommy! What's up man?” Wilbur's pumped-up voice rang through Tommy's earbuds, “hi will.” he sounded dry and deprived, this caused concern to arise in Wilbur. “Hey, what's wrong? Did you wanna just have a calm talk? I know you have your moments where you want something calm.” Wilbur's sudden paternal behavior made Tommy give in, letting out a whine.

“Wan be babied” he whispered, Wilbur was silent for a moment, making Tommy worry for a moment. “Pardon? Your voice is a bit low bud.” Wilbur tested the waters, just to be sure he heard correctly. Tommy whined again feeling flustered suddenly, “wan be babied!” He felt tears prick the corner of his eyes, the fact that he’s never been little in front of anyone now just donning on him.

Wilbur clicked his tongue, “ah, Tommy, how old are you?” Wilbur hoped that didn’t come out as judgmental. The last thing Wilbur wanted was for Tommy to feel judged and unwanted, he feared that he made Tommy upset as he got no reply.

Wilbur decided to go all in and just ask the question, “Toms, are you a regressor?” He heard a little sniffle come from the other. “u know?” Wilbur chuckled at the response “I do now. I already had my suspicions, but you just confirmed it.” Wilbur smiled even though Tommy couldn't see him, Tommy let out a whine again “bad at hiding..” he sadly sighed.

“No no, you did pretty well bud. But can you tell me how old you are?” reinstating the question, he got no reply again, just a small message in his dms. “Ah, 5! Got a little guy today huh?” Tommy giggled at Wilbur “no! M big!” Wilbur chuckled at the way Tommy explained himself, “sure you are bubs, do you have any gear with you?” Wilbur wanted to make sure that Tommy had everything and was comfortable.

“Mhm! Got pacis and stuffies! And couple toys mama got me!” Tommy kicked his legs slightly under his desk, “oh, does someone else know about your regression?” Wilbur was caught off guard a bit. “Mhm! Parents know! But I’m not little round them.” Tommy’s voice saddened a bit, he really wished he could be around his mama.

Wilbur was quick to distract him “can you go get them? I’d love to see my little brother all comfortable.” Tommy perked up immediately, “oki! Be wight back!”. Tommy quickly got up to go through his gear, he pulled out a butterfly shield paci and bumblebee-themed baby box.

“Back! This the first paci I ever gots! And this my box!” Tommy giggled turning his camera on, gently pulling at the crinkly bits on the box. The box was a creamy yellow color with bumblebees and honey themes draped across it. Wilbur took notice of the crinkly bee wings that Tommy was fiddling with. The pacifier Tommy had was a plain mint color, it looked like it once had a whale design on the front, but it was now mostly scratched off.

Wilbur made a mental note to buy some bee and whale-themed items for Tommy, especially the sensory stuff since he seemed to like those. “Those are cool! You like bees?” He wanted to know all of little Tommy’s interests so he could buy him some stuff, Tommy nodded “mhm! And bears and cows! Like bats and moths but not much stuffs of them.” He excitedly giggled.

Wilbur cooed at him, he wonders how long Tommy’s been regressing, he loves the boy so much and hated the idea of him feeling alone. “Those are very cute animals!” He exaggerated his excitement, he absolutely adored the way his little brother would squeal with joy when he did. This side of Tommy was new to him, and he honestly wished he knew sooner.

Tommy started chewing on the fabric of the box, which made Wilbur question if he had any teethers. “Hey bee, do you have any teethers? Fabrics not good for you baby.” Tommy squeaked at the nicknames, feeling smaller with every use. He shook his head, “don have none..” he didn't have any because he would always chew through them, he couldn't be bothered to find high-quality ones.

Wilbur sighed “that's alright baby! Wilby will get you some soon.” he watched as Tommy lit up again, “Wilby!” he giggled clutching onto his box. Wilbur didn't think he could feel this happy until now, he loved taking care of his baby brother.