Daily Free-Write August 29, 2020

"I have the cutest little brother in the world. You should see how much he fusses when I tell him it's time for his morning diaper change. Either he doesn't wanna be in one, or he doesn't wanna be out of one."

"That's so cute!," Replied the teenage tigress waiting at the coffee counter. "I wish I could bag me a lil one like that!"

"Yeahhh," the buck said, grinning wide and scratching the back of his head, "I found my lil bro in the wild. This little folfy was tryin to pick up some tools at the hardware store. I was like, what is this lil kid doin without any supervision? Of course he protested and said he was 21 and a half, but we all know how bad babies are at counting."

His coffee came up and he said his goodbyes to the nice teenage tigress. He pocketed his smartphone.

"Well, that's enough show and tell for today. I gotta jet!"

"Aww, alright. Hey, wait!" She said before he could leave, and she scribbled a few numbers down on a napkin, "In case you ever need a sitter for the cutie!"

"Oh, thanks! Yeah, I definitely will. This little one needs constant supervision. Still thinks he's an 'adult' sometimes, talks about getting 'home' and back to his 'adult life'. Kids say the darndest things, don't they?"

They both laughed and he turned to leave. 

Even so, it wasn't a laughing matter. He always worried about his little bro getting out by himself and getting lost. Who knows what would have happened if he hadn't picked the little guy up from the store? Poor kiddo was so scared, kicking and screaming saying he didn't need a caretaker. But it was clear that he was just confused. Nobody told him what a baby he was!

After getting the little guy settled down and diapered, he took him to the courthouse where he was registered as his charge. You see, there was a law in these parts where if a citizen could successfully dominate and tame another citizen, they could gain legal guardianship. Of course this led to all sorts of relationships where power differentials came into play, and spontaneous 'adoption' of a 'little' was not uncommon. Frankly, he was surprised no one had snatched the little guy up sooner. 

As soon as the court laid eyes on him, they rubber stamped the process without hesitation. It was clear the little folfy belonged in pampers, and needed to be taken care of. Even the kiddo's parents agreed - and of course the buck had to meet the parents. 

Oh his face was never redder than when he was marched forcefully up to his parents' front door. Of course the buck had long since been in communications with them - from the very first baby picture he sent to the little one's mom, he had  gotten an enthusiastic response. She was his best weapon against the little folf, giving him all sorts of tips and tricks on how to handle the little guy.