Fischl's bedchamber was a scene of playful chaos as the 14-year-old lounged on her bed, clad only in disposable Huggies diapers. A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes as she wet herself, the diaper quickly becoming heavy and bulky. "Look, Oz, I'm a baby again!" she cooed, sticking her tongue out playfully.
Oz, Fischl's loyal raven companion, perched on the edge of the bed, watching her antics with a mix of amusement and confusion. He couldn't understand why she'd chosen to regress to such a state, but he was determined to make the best of it. "Yes, and a very peculiar baby at that," he replied dryly.
Fischl stuck her tongue out at him, then pouted. "You're just jealous because you can't wear diapers like I can," she teased.
Oz snorted. "Hardly. I have no need for such things. Besides, I have better things to do than soil myself like a common infant."
Fischl pouted, crossing her arms. "Fine, be that way. But I'm still having more fun than you are."
Oz watched as Fischl wiggled, the diaper rustling with each movement. He couldn't deny that there was something oddly endearing about the sight. Fischl noticed his gaze and grinned, reaching down to adjust the diaper. "Like what you see, Oz?" she asked, batting her eyelashes.
Oz rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of color in his beak. "Hardly. I'm merely observing."
Fischl giggled, then gasped as she felt a hand on her diaper. She looked down to see Oz's wing, gently massaging the bulging fabric. "O-Oz, what are you doing?" she stammers.
Oz continued the massage, his beak quirking in a smirk. "Merely ensuring you're comfortable, my dear."
Fischl blushed, squirming under Oz's touch. She could feel her heart racing, her breath hitching in her throat. Oz's wing moved lower, brushing against Fischl's most intimate areas. She gasped, her body tensing as pleasure washed over her.
End of Chapter One.
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