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The toddlerized teen could only stare toward the single entry point into the room and await what would happen next, trapped in the crib he sat within. He hadn't tried to escape yet, but if he could barely control a single digit without moving all of his fingers at once, he held little hope for climbing over the smooth bars taller than he was at his new size. And where would he run to? If he couldn't use the Transmat, he'd need someone's help, but he also couldn't just tell anyone about what he did to explain how he ended up this way. He could get arrested and charged for possession and usage of illegal hacking software!

Renoke watched with tensed muscles as the silver knob turned. The white door lazily swung open, as if the being on the other side were pushing slowly to not startle the new occupant, gradually revealing a biped with purple scales. Another dragon, he realized.

The system's earlier youth care residence search was basically meant for parents to find officially hired caregivers equipped and registered for the particular needs of their child, whether old enough to only need minor supervision, or still at the infant stage, much like people used the normal internet to search for babysitter profiles when they needed someone to watch their kids for a while. Though, rather than being based on age, the fully automatic search was based on the user's calculated dependency level, which was acquired through large groups of mental and physical variables determined normally by a scan of the individual... the variables Renoke had caused to be overwritten for himself.

It would also then try to match up genders and species as closely as possible, hence the much larger adult male dragon now wondering into the room. Dark purple scales covered the majority of his body, while lighter purple began from underneath his jaw, covering his front torso and running down the bottom of his tail length. His inner wing membranes were that same lighter shade of purple, while the back of them were covered in a protective layer of the darker purple scales. He also had oval ears jutting out on either side of two off-white horns atop his head, just like Renoke.

"Well hey there, bud." The purple dragon smiled at the little one, who seemed completely frozen for the moment, just staring as he was approached.

Taking this as a sign his new charge was indeed frightened, he paused his approach, but continued to speak softly. "No need to be afraid. My name is Kyrogan... Keer-ro-gan," he repeated, sounding it out like one would a new word for a young child. "You can also call me Kyro, if that's easier for you. I'll be taking care of you until your parents are ready to take you back."

Renoke swallowed, finally relaxing a little. He knew he was still in a bad situation, but as long as he kept his cool and played along, he might have enough time to figure something out without revealing his true self.

"H- hi..." He almost put his paw to his muzzle at the high, unfamiliar pitch of his voice. He definitely sounded how he looked now! It was embarrassing for him, but he really should've seen it coming.

Kyrogan restarted his pace toward the crib, finally stopping as he reached the edge of the bars, looking over them down at its small occupant. He hummed, tapping the bottom of his chin for a moment.

"You look a little older than I was expecting for a level four dependent... but that's okay. We all learn and grow at different paces," the older dragon said as he began to draw a reverse S in the air and poke it.

Renoke grew nervous, knowing he was now being inspected. He wasn't sure what each of the levels would mean as far as someone's capabilities, maybe other than the level two his little brother was at. He already figured out higher was more dependent, though. So just how old was he expected to be if Korota was age five and at dependency level two?

Kyrogan's menu appeared blurred to Renoke as it materialized above his head. That was expected. Users weren't supposed to be able to share the content of their system menus unless they explicitly gave permission to another user to be able to view them.

"I really do sometimes wish the admins would give us permission to view the ages of our charges. Just because they say we have enough information available to us already doesn't mean we aren't still curious! Heh... Oh! That's... quite a low durability value. I'll have to be extra careful with you, I see. I mean, not that I'm not pretty careful with all of my little ones," Kyrogan corrected, flashing a playful grin.

"So, I'll just ask. Do you know how old you are, Ren-oak? And that's how you say your name, right?" He made it a point to pronounce the names of his charges at least once to them quite clearly, making sure he was reading it out correctly from the profile he was looking at.

The black dragon nodded to his name, and then hesitated on his age. He supposed he looked like he was four when he examined his info panel before, but could he get away with saying something higher to get out of being treated so little? ... Probably not. He was clearly in a diaper, after all, and most kids would've been out of those by four years of age. With the other information the dragon was probably already looking at about his stats, it would probably just make him look worse if he said something higher. Kyrogan had already commented about him looking too old for a level four dependent, which implied level four dependents were likely somewhat younger than four years old, generally.

Renoke must've taken too long to finish his answer, because the purple scalie began to speak again. "It's alright if you're unsure of your age. From what I'm seeing of your stats here, it looks like it's possible you might not know how to count quite yet..."

"I'm fouw!" he quickly squeaked out with a warming snout before the caregiver could establish him as any younger than that... Did he just lisp?

"Four? Hm, you're sure?" Kyrogan didn't look completely convinced as he glanced from the floating info panel back to Renoke. "You do look like it, but this..." His eyes flicked back to the panel.

"Well, never mind." He stopped himself from mentioning anything further about the relatively low values he was seeing in the little dragon's stats, if he were comparing to a four-year-old's. He didn't want to make the kid feel ashamed of himself. He figured perhaps there was a bit of a learning disability going on here.

"It also seems like one of your parents didn't fill in how long they wanted your stay to be. I suppose they weren't sure, which means I'll be expecting them to personally contact me at some point." With that, the holographic display was dismissed with a wave of a paw.

"Alright, my new hatchy friend. Let's get you out of here." The larger male began to undo the external latch mechanism for the bars while thinking back to the stats he just saw. He wondered if the self-proclaimed four-year-old could even walk with an overall strength score of just thirty-four. Kyrogan guessed Renoke's parents might not be making sure he's developing his body with a proper amount of physical activity during play times. He had only seen values like that from two-year-olds.

After having the crib gate slid down for him, the shrunken teenager began to shuffle over to the edge, allowing his legs dangle toward the carpeted floor before letting his weight fall the last few inches. He wasn't sure what walking around would feel like with this functionally reduced body of his, but he definitely wasn't expecting to immediately fail to take the insignificant drop. It didn't seem as if he were too weak to stand, more like he wasn't prepared for his weight to actually be a burden he'd need to mitigate with actual concentrated effort.

Lucky for him, Kyrogan was at the ready, catching either side of his small torso before he collapsed. "Whoa there. Take it easy, bud. You taking any damage this early wouldn't look good on my caregiving history," he joked as he helped Renoke steady himself on his feet and made sure he could take on all of his own weight. He then proceeded to kneel, undoing a few buttons at the rear of the apparent hatchling's sleeper.

Feeling a fresh blush coming on once more, the smaller scalie could only wait until he was free to go while he felt Kyrogan's paw move into a flap that had been opened up underneath his tail, snaking around to the front of his diaper to poke inside through the leg gatherers. He was actually receiving a diaper check like a proper hatchling right now!

Completely mortified, but unable to blow his very effective cover, Renoke stayed silent and still through the experience. He knew he wasn't going to be found needing a change, obviously, but he also knew Kyrogan had a clear duty to make sure. He would probably have still gotten checked even if he protested that he was dry.

Once he was cleared, rump buttons snapped back into place, he was left to stay upright on his own, which definitely felt awkward, but simple enough to manage. Walking was a different beast, however, as he learned his movement contained a necessary waddle, and not necessarily because of the thick, crinkly padding he was wearing between his legs now. It was more that he felt terribly unbalanced with his legs any closer together. He'd definitely taken a big hit in the dexterity department!

Kyrogan, meanwhile, watched carefully as an obvious toddler appeared to be testing their ability to walk. He could tell the boy seemed inexperienced with how his muzzle was facing down at his own feet while he took very deliberate steps. His tail wavered somewhat erratically to and fro, as if constantly overcorrecting for balance. His appearance might be that of a four-year-old, but the way he carried himself sure wasn't, and neither did his stats reflect such an age. Just the fact Renoke had been assigned here through the system was yet another thing, a residence where users were young enough that diaper changes were expected to be required. The crinkling mass he just checked in the kid's footed pajamas confirmed that the time for one would eventually come.

The caregiver cut his musings short when Renoke's gaze turned upon him, silently staring as he stood still now. "You look like you just woke up from a nap, kiddo. You hungry?"

The teen cringed inwardly at the mention of his clothing making it seem as though he'd had an afternoon nap, no different than the common toddler, but he thought about the question. He was a bit peckish, he supposed, and he was going to need a lot more time to figure out how to get out of this whole situation, anyway, so he nodded.

"Alright. Just follow me." Kyrogan had begun to move past the idling dragon when he spoke again. "Feel free to hold onto my tail if you need the support." Slow waddlers were common in his experience, and if he could do anything to help their confidence and speed up their process of getting used to their own bodies, he'd gladly offer his tail to be clutched from behind. This one in particular really seemed to need the assistance to catch up to his age, if he really was four.

Renoke, for his part, felt his face warm as he ignored the offer and carefully toddled behind. He took note of how the bigger dragon seemed to walk unnaturally slow for his stride length. It was more than likely this was because Kyrogan was aware of exactly how far he was behind him without looking. The heavy crinkling was a dead giveaway to his sluggish pace, but it couldn't be helped until he got better hang of controlling his muscles again. The purple scalie was being kind and not making him rush by going too far ahead.

Exiting the room and going down a short hallway that led directly into the kitchen and dining area, Renoke quickly realized where his sitting spot was going to be when the caregiver stopped in front of a highchair placed against the wall, and then turned to face him after dislodging the tray and setting it on the nearby dining table.

"Dun need dat!" Once again, he nearly clasped his muzzle with a paw. That's not at all what he was intending to communicate! He wanted to elaborate on the fact he could feed himself and could use a normal place to sit, but it was like... like his brain wasn't able to work fast enough to procure the words and sentence structure required in the amount of time he tried to react with. So it grasped the lowest hanging fruit, so to speak, to produce only his very basic intention.

Kyrogan hesitated a moment, remembering those stats again. He'd seen how messy children with even somewhat higher numbers could be. "Uh... well how about you show me how well you can do on your own first, and then I'll see about letting you sit at the table. Okay, bud?"

Renoke considered the compromise. He could tell the caregiver was not at all confident in his ability to feed himself, and while embarrassing to admit even only in his own mind, neither was he. He recalled struggling to even extend his pointer finger separately from his other digits again.

"Okay..." he relented.

"Up you go," Kyrogan lifted the smaller dragon under the armpits with ease and steadily lowered him into the highchair.

Renoke felt it natural to both slip his tail through the wide, circular opening in the rear and feed his feet into the holes formed by the columns of plastic meant to keep babies from sliding down out of the chair from which his legs would dangle as he descended toward the cushioned seat, not because he was an actual toddler and used to doing that, of course, but because he felt he was expected to. What he wasn't expecting is that the dragon would proceed to actually use the straps across his thighs to buckle him in, as if he needed to be prevented from escaping!

The black nylon straps were pulled from either side of him in the chair at waist level, snapping into a buckle that extended up between his thighs and lightly pressed the padding of his diaper further against his crotch. The straps were then slightly tightened to keep him from wriggling out in anyway. Was he really expected to not be able to know how to undo the buckle if he wanted?

Following that, the white plastic tray was replaced, clicking several times as it slid through multiple locking stages along the two rails supporting it on each side.

"Raise your arms, bud." Upon his charge obeying the request, the purple dragon didn't stop until the inner curvature of the tray was maybe an inch from the black's upper belly, effectively keeping him from slipping those arms down underneath and using either the unlocking latches or buckle!

Renoke did wriggle a little, testing his movement. It was enough to not be uncomfortable, but he wouldn't be able to do much more than that until he was let out. He let his arms rest on top of the tray. There wasn't anywhere else to put them.

Meanwhile, Kyrogan had summoned his system menu again, poking at it in various places until a clear plastic container of what looked like apple sauce materialized between Renoke's resting arms. The teen couldn't tell if it was just purchased or if it was pulled from food storage, but it would likely be billed on his profile, either way, just like the longer he stayed here, the more he'd be paying this guy to treat him like a baby! He should probably dedicate more time thinking his way out of this in his idle periods rather than constantly letting himself be distracted.

The older dragon lightly smiled past his system menu to Renoke. "Is applesauce okay? It suggested it based on your taste buds."

He felt childish accepting this as a meal, but he also had to admit to himself that he did, in fact, enjoy applesauce. He gave the other dragon a nod.

The purple's paw peeled away the tinfoil keeping the disposable container sealed. Then, with a few more pokes at his menu, he summoned a small, hatchling-friendly spoon with the actual spoon portion being rubberized. A baby's spoon, basically, Renoke identified.

Kyrogan offered the spoon over after dismissing his system menu, Renoke's snout wanting to heat the local area as he took it. He tried to hold in the way he normally would hold a spoon, but his fingers just wouldn't all cooperate together, and no matter how hard he tried, it either ended up in a full fist grip, or he'd fumble it, dropping it onto the plastic tray a few times.

"You sure you want to do it on your own?" Kyrogan asked, just observing. It was going about as well as he thought it would so far.

"I got it," Renoke mumbled in response, defeatedly just grasping the handle in the full fist grip. From there, his uncoordinated arm jostled the container a bit away from himself as he tried just making a simple scooping motion into the pureed apple. The spoon was in, though, and he pulled it back out, finding it incredibly awkward trying to bring his closed fist to his muzzle in a way that properly aligned the spoon with it.

Kyrogan was busy trying not to grin at the cute display of a toddler attempting to feed himself, knowing already it wouldn't be a matter of if he had to take over, but when, as the little one left a trail of the sauce dripping from his spoon onto the tray between him and the container that had been pushed in the opposing direction.

Renoke felt like an absolute hatchling as the unsteady spoon bumped his snout before actually making it into his maw, leaving behind a goopy mess of sauce between his nostrils while he consumed his first bite. The explosion of flavor on his tongue was completely unexpected, immediately making him forget about the little accident for the moment.

Did things always taste this intense when he was actually this young? The sweetness was radiating like the light of the sun in his maw. He couldn't stop savoring it, his mind becoming lost in the overwhelming flavor.

Kyrogan tilted his head a bit as he watched the applesauce-snout in front of him seem to completely zone out with the spoon still stuck in his maw, which then eventually resulted in a slobbery mess of sauce slowly beginning to drool out of one side of his muzzle as he began to chew at it.

"Whoa there! You're not supposed to eat the spoon along with it, silly." He reached out, grabbing Renoke's fist and gently prying it away. "Here, it's okay. Let me help."

The teenager blinked himself out of the trance, swallowing what was left in his maw while he felt his caregiver encourage the utensil from his little paw. What just happened? He remembered it all just fine, but he couldn't explain why he just did what he did. Getting completely distracted by the taste, he recalled beginning to absent-mindedly chew on the rubber portion of the spoon for some reason. It's like he just couldn't think of doing anything else at the time!

Caught up in his thoughts, Renoke only noticed the waiting spoon in front of his muzzle as Kyrogan spoke up. "Open the tunnel, kiddo. The choo-choo train doesn't wanna be late~"

Renoke felt like he could just sink so far into the chair as to never be seen again as he was spoken to that way. At least only *he* knew he was supposed to feel ashamed. The dragon now trying to feed him couldn't possibly be anymore fooled about the fact he was technically an adult! And at the rate he was pulling off convincing acts of being a toddler, without even actually trying, he needn't be worried about the caregiver becoming suspicious of anything that he might accidentally do to reveal his actual age... if he was still capable of doing any such thing.

Instead of sinking into an impossible ocean of chair, Renoke opened his muzzle, just giving up on proving he could reliably feed himself, as well as relinquishing that spot he wanted at the table. He'd already made a mess of himself and the tray. The wet trail going down his jaw from his earlier episode was no longer lost on him. The physical sensation it created, along with what still resided on his snout scales, was making him feel a little icky, and he just wanted to be done with this whole thing soon so he could get it cleaned off.

Rather unfortunately for the little teen, each subsequent spoonful that Kyrogan would glide into his maw would have the same effect as the first time. He'd lose track of time for a bit, consciousness gushing over the wonderful taste as excess saliva made a slobbery descent upon his lower muzzle. Only when his current guardian was just about done with the container did something break the loop.

Between bites, he suddenly became aware of an intense internal pressure between his legs. He squirmed, recognizing it for what it was. It didn't help. The plastic divider that kept his thighs from squeezing together wasn't helpful, either.

"A couple more bites, buddy," Kyrogan informed to the distracted, applesauce-faced toddler to get him to open up again.

Renoke opened his muzzle without even giving it a thought, just trying to concentrate on surviving the last spoonfuls so he could ask about the bathroom he was so suddenly desperately in need of. Of course, with the intense blast of applesauce flavor once again putting him in a short state of bliss, he didn't notice at first that he'd stopped struggling to hold himself. In fact, he didn't catch on to trickle of warmth flowing from his draconic slit until it'd become more of a flood gushing into the previously dry padding now swiftly swelling up between his thighs.

Very quickly afterwards, the teenage dragon found that messy snout of his becoming just as warm as his groin as he realized what he was doing. He also became absolutely sure he wasn't the only one who was now aware of it, as the uncontrolled stream of pee hissed loudly in the confines of his diaper, making his ears want to flatten to block it out. He tried clenching the muscles down there responsible for his ongoing accident, but it became clear it was a futile effort. They either weren't strong enough to stop an in-progress surge of fluid or he didn't have enough manual control over them. Probably a combination of both.

Kyrogan had observed the squirmy black-scaled hatchling enjoy yet another spoonful of the mushy apple before he had paused, looking relaxed for a few moments just like every time he'd gotten a mawful of the stuff. This time, however, the familiar sound of a toddler piddling in their pants steadily rose in volume until the purple dragon was quite sure Renoke was letting go completely.

This fact, on its own, didn't bother him. What did was how much attention the little one was giving to it. He normally would see his diapered charges not give any mind to the fact they were pottying themselves, but this one full on stiffened and let out a soft whine, as if not used to it.

"Hey, you okay, kiddo? ... Renoke?"

The smaller dragon refused to respond, just looking away in humiliation as he helplessly emptied his bladder inside the diaper currently thickening in between his legs to contain it, a sight which was at least hidden underneath his sleeper. The buckle keeping him held in place also kept his fresh accident pressed hotly against the vent that sheltered his dragonhood, making him want to begin squirming again. He couldn't believe he just... starting peeing himself like that! Nor could he believe he was actually starting to tear up because of it as his vision blurred heavily.

Kyrogan began to figure perhaps the hatchling's parents were still in the beginning stages of trying to potty train him and hadn't quite gotten far enough to warrant training pants, but still... this was quite the reaction. Maybe they were being hard on him about it? If he was truly four, he could see how any parent might become a little too impassioned over getting him out of diapers.

Giving the clearly distressed Renoke a soft, caring expression, he began to speak. "Hey, listen... I want you to know that you're okay to have accidents here. I'm not going to punish you, if that's why you're upset. I don't know how your parents are handling it, but I don't want to see any hatchling get this worked up over something like this." A comforting paw came to rest atop the black's head, gently rubbing.

"You'll get the hang of potty training at your own pace, and that's just fine. I'll talk to your parents if you need me to. I'm sure they don't mean to make you feel this way. In the meantime, I want you to feel safe and relaxed here when it comes to having accidents, okay? I really wasn't even expecting you to be asking for the bathroom. I don't get many little ones who do."

Of course, even those that are asking to be taken to the bathroom are a little younger than this boy, but he wasn't going to mention that fact!

Renoke was finding himself feeling better about what just happened, despite the truth about himself mostly invalidating what Kyrogan was telling him. Perhaps it was just how soothing the older dragon was being, and how he gave no indication that he should feel ashamed. It was the opposite, really. Kyrogan was practically telling him he had expected him to use his pants as a potty! ... Should that fact really be helping him feel better?

The purple dragon began to softly smile as Renoke appeared to recover. "Atta boy. Here, last bite."

The tiny teen's muzzle broke into a minuscule smile, despite himself. The whole ordeal wasn't really *that* bad, he guessed. Besides his wounded pride, the only other thing was that his groin was much warmer, and he was getting one more moment of bliss to finish things off as he opened up that cavernous maw of his for the final spoonful of delicious applesauce.