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A Dragon for Christmas Part Eight: A Change of Heart

About two months had passed since Christmas and Kilmor had undergone some changes.

First off, he was much chubbier than he was when he was taken by the sadistic wolf parents. He felt slower than usual and noticed that his clothes were getting tighter. He found it easier to simply crawl everywhere, even when Tyson wasn't around. This made matters worse for Kilmor because Roger and Laura constantly picked on him about it. He knew they were enjoying this.

What the parents enjoyed more was seeing Kilmor react every time he had an accident in his diaper. They knew that this would be the hard part of getting Tyson to believe the whole act. But to their satisfaction, Kilmor was being changed constantly just like any other baby. Kilmor couldn't understand what was happening. At first, Roger and Laura would have to force Kilmor to wet himself or mess himself. But after a few weeks, the dragon simply went without any tricks or threats. Kilmor could feel himself losing his sanity. He was in his twenties' and yet here he was getting his diaper changed two or three times a day.

His behavior had changed as well. Ever since the incident with Roger, he was given a spanking every day, even when he wasn't misbehaving. Two months of spanking led Kilmor to simply give up and take on the role of the adopted dragon baby. Roger and Laura noticed this change in demeanor and stopped his spankings all together. He was much more willing to play along. Kilmor still wanted to escape, but after seeing what the parents could do to him and fearing how much farther they would be willing to go, he was scared to even attempt leaving.

One morning Kilmor was being fed by Roger when Laura spoke up. "Tyler sure is adjusting to his new home isn't he Tyson?"

The small wolf nodded his head and with a smile said: "Yeah! Although he sure does stink a lot more than he used to. Was I that messy as a baby?"

Roger shook his head as he dipped a spoon into a jar of mushed bananas. "Nope. You only had a few accidents here and there. But this guy here just doesn't want to be out of diapers just yet". He pinched Kilmor's cheek as he moved the spoonful of bananas closer to the dragon's mouth. Kilmor glared at the wolf father, but he accepted the food willingly.

After the jar was finished, Roger got Kilmor out of his high chair and onto the floor. The dragon crawled his way to the living room. Tyson finished his breakfast and joined his baby brother on the living room floor. Roger got out a coloring book and crayons for Tyson while Laura grabbed Kilmor's stuffed raccoon, and gave it to the dragon. Kilmor took it and held it in one arm while he waited for Laura to put his pacifier in his mouth.

Roger had to go to work and left with a kiss from his wife and Tyson. He kissed Kilmor on the cheek, much to the dragon's dismay. Laura asked Tyson to watch Tyler while she cleaned the house.

Tyson colored while Kilmor watched him, occasionally letting Tyson explain to him what colors he was using on each page. All of this messed up stuff happening to Kilmor did piss him off, but watching Tyson had a strange effect on him. He knew that the wolf child was oblivious to what was going on. He didn't know that "Tyler" was actually a twenty-four year old dragon who was kidnapped and forced to act like a baby for him. It wasn't his fault that his parents were crazy and were willing to go to great lengths to ensure their son was happy. Did they simply believe that their son would hate them for the rest of his life if he didn't get what he wanted? Kilmor knew that some parents would do anything for their kids. In this case, that statement was true.

Kilmor continued to watch the little wolf color. The whole time he could feel a warm sensation spread through his body. He looked down to see the front of his diaper soaked. Kilmor could feel tears forming in his eyes. It was bad enough that he was forced to go through this ordeal, but now he felt his body was betraying him too.

Tyson had noticed his little brother was wet. But instead of giggling or yelling out loud, he walked over to the dragon and put his arms around him to embrace him in a hug. Kilmor was taken aback by this.

"Don't worry, Tyler," Tyson spoke to Kilmor softly "you'll grow out of diapers soon. But I still love you no matter what!"

It was at this point where Kilmor truly didn't know his body anymore. He watched as his arms came up behind Tyson to return the hug. He held on tightly to the wolf child, tears dropping onto Tyson's shoulder.

Tyson let go of his baby brother and smiled. "I'll go get Mommy so she can change you. Wait right here, okay?"

Tyson scurried off to his mother leaving Kilmor to himself. The dragon waited for a few seconds before realizing the situation. He was ALONE. There was no one watching him. He could easily just slip out the door. Sure he would still be dressed as a baby, but he could hide and try to find a new change of clothes easily. Or he could just let someone know what was going on and let the police handle everything. He was literally steps from freedom.

Yet he did not move. He kept closing his eyes, trying to talk himself into just getting up and walking out. But every time he shut his eyes, Tyson appeared. He was grinning from ear to ear. And he kept repeating the same phrase over and over: "I still love you....no matter what!"

Kilmor grit his teeth in frustration. "Why is this so hard for me!?" he thought to himself. "What the hell is wrong with me!? I am so close to freedom I can taste it and here I am sitting in a wet diaper like an idiot! He's just a stupid kid, why should I care about him?"

This proved too much for Kilmor. He wept openly, more tears falling from his face. He curled into a ball and began to draw short, small breaths.

Footsteps could be heard from the hallway. Tyson entered the living room and saw his brother crying and hiccupping.

"MOMMY! Come quick" he shouted.

Laura came rushing in to see the dragon in the fetal position, crying hysterically. She made her way to the crying baby dragon, shaking him by his shoulders.

"Tyson, grab his pacifier. That will calm him down."

Tyson found it lying by the box of crayons. He handed it to his mother and she inserted it into Kilmor's mouth. The dragon started to nurse on it and his crying slowed down. Eventually it was reduced to mere sniffling. Kilmor was surprised by how much a tiny rubber baby accessory calmed him down. He looked over to see Laura and Tyson kneeling by him. He got onto his knees and began to look around the room, desperately looking for something.

Laura spoke: "He must be looking for his raccoon." She found it lying by the coloring book. Once she placed it into Kilmor's arms, the dragon hugged it tightly and wouldn't let go. The wolf mom watched as the giant dragon-turned-baby sat on his diapered behind, nursing on the pacifier and holding the stuffed raccoon in his arms.

What happened next Kilmor didn't understand. Perhaps it was just so Tyson wouldn't be confused. Or maybe it was out of motherly instinct.

Kilmor found himself being hugged by the female wolf. He didn't dare return the favor, but he let the wolf hug him. In a twisted kind of way, it also calmed him down. It made him think twice about the wolf mother. Maybe she wasn't as bad as he thought. Roger seemed to be the one who ran the show. It could be that she was just following his lead.

"Shhhh, it's okay, little one," she said quietly. "Don't cry anymore, Mommy's here".

Tyson also joined in on the hug fest. He even licked his brother on the nose with his little tongue.

After a minute or two, Laura let go of Kilmor. "We'd better get you changed, she said. "We don't want you sitting around in a wet diaper all day, do we?"

With Kilmor bringing up the rear, Laura and Tyson led the baby dragon to his bedroom. Kilmor could feel freedom slipping further and further away from his grasp.