Born Again in Amazonia RP (For me and GreaterGood )
 

Austin a blonde haired blue eyed 18 year old woke up to find himself in a big crib wearing just a diaper

Austin: w...what's going on?!

He asked confused and drooled as he talked

There were shields on the walls carrying the sigils of various houses, though notably no weapons that a baby might hurt himself with. The room itself was a cozy, wooden one with a soft carpet. There was a play enclosure, a wooden toybox, fully-stocked changing table, and an ornate rocking horse. It was very clearly a nursery, and from the looks of the size of everything: his.

Austin sits up and looks around

Austin: where am I?

He tries standing up nit quickly fails and falls onto his diapered butt

The sound of his padded posterior impacting the crib mattress seemed to immediately alert somebody. Loud footsteps approached the nursery, before the door was opened by a woman. Her hair was done in a long, blond ponytail that was done under her shoulder. She didn't wear much armor, but some gems on the nipples of her breastplate seemed to project a kind of magic field over her exposed body. She had green, catlike eyes, and her body was largely unblemished save a scar that ran from her eyebrow to her cheek.


"Has my little whelp awoken from his deep slumber?" She teased, making her way over to the crib and leaning over the railing.

Austin blushes as her huge breast hang over his head and he backs up

Austin: w...who are you?!

"Oh, are we playing pretend?" The woman giggled, unable to believe he didn't know who she was, "I'm queen Ayla, the big strong ruler of all of Amazonia, and you're my little prince!"

She was obviously being sarcastic, but she did seem to say her real name.

Austin: I've never seen you in my life! Why am in wearing this? And why am in in a crib?!

He yelled and drools more

Ayla looked down, seemingly very concerned for her little boy.

"Austin," She said, leaning down and putting a comforting hand on his shoulder, "Are you OK? Did you fall and hit your head?"

Austin tried pushing her hand away.

Austin: how do you know my name?! Answer my questions!

Ayla could see that he was serious, so she did, retreating that hand back to the crib bars.


"Austin," She said, "You're my son. I'm your mooooooommmmmmmyyyyyyyyyy. I've been looking after you for eighteen season-cycles."