His arms... were tiny. His legs, too. His entire body felt absurdly light.
He looked down in horror to see soft, chubby hands where his calloused fingers used to be.
He was a baby.
A freaking baby.
His mouth opened to scream, but all that came out was a helpless, high-pitched babble.
How? What? WHY?!
Kael's thoughts raced. Just a moment ago, he had been walking home. Then came a sudden beep, followed by a blinding light and a fucking explosion.
And now, he was a baby?
What the fuck is going on here?
"Don't cry, Kael," the woman said sweetly, pulling him close to her chest. "Mommy's here."
Kael was too stunned to resist. He simply stared up at the strange woman, heart pounding in his infant chest.
What the hell happened to me?
"Does my baby want to drink Mommy's milk?" The woman said sweetly, her voice gentle and affectionate.
Kael blinked up at her, still trapped in disbelief. She sat with him cradled in her arms, wearing a soft, loose green gown that clung to her curves.
Without hesitation, she reached for her neckline and tugged it down, revealing a pair of massive, full breasts—rosy pink, warm, and impossibly soft-looking.
Kael's baby heart pounded.
What in the actual hell is going on?!
His mind screamed in panic, but his body, now that of an infant, didn't obey the same instincts. His cheeks flushed an uncontrollable deep red, and he tried to turn his head away—but she gently cupped his face, guiding him toward her exposed nipple.
"There, there," she whispered soothingly. "You must be hungry, my precious Kael."
This can't be real. This has to be a dream. Or a curse. Or something insane.
Her skin was warm. The scent of her was sweet and maternal, wrapping around his senses like a haze. Despite his mental protests, his infant body acted on pure reflex, sucking on before he could resist.
Why… why does this feel… comforting?
As someone who had never even held a girl's hand, let alone tasted this kind of intimacy, Kael was embarrassed beyond belief.
His lips remained locked to her nipples, his body moving on instinct alone. Warm, sweet liquid filled his mouth, and he swallowed before his brain caught up.
This… this is real, he realized, eyes wide.
Just then, footsteps approached, and a tall man stepped into view. He placed a hand gently on the woman's shoulder. She turned to look at him, her eyes shining with love.
"Alaric," she said softly, smiling up at him. "Look at our Kael. He's strong already. He'll make us proud."
Alaric's lips curled into a soft smile, eyes filled with emotion. He leaned in, resting his forehead gently against hers.
"Yes, Lyra," he whispered. "He's going to bring our family back. He will revive us all."
Kael watched them both, stunned.
Lyra… Alaric… His supposed mother and father in this world. Their warmth surrounded him, and all he could do was drink, his body helpless, trapped in this new form.
What kind of world have I come into? He wondered as Lyra softly ran her fingers through his baby hair, humming a quiet lullaby.
Just as Kael tried to make sense of his situation, the mood in the room shifted.
Alaric's hand slipped playfully to Lyra's breasts, gently squeezing them as he smirked. Lyra let out a soft gasp, her cheeks flushing as she swatted his hand with a huff.
"Alaric! Not in front of the baby," she whispered, clearly flustered.
Kael's baby face reddened further, his mind screaming, What the hell?! I'm right here! Get a room, you two!
Alaric chuckled, entirely unbothered, his amusement bubbling over. He leaned down, tousling Kael's tiny hair and pinching his chubby cheeks.
"Grow up fast, little warrior," he said with a grin. "We have got a lot to teach you."
Lyra rolled her eyes but smiled, warmth blooming in her features as she pulled Kael close. "Ignore your father. He forgets he's supposed to be a role model."
Alaric laughed again, stepping away with a wink. "Every great hero starts with a little chaos."
Kael stared at the two, both mortified and oddly comforted.
These two are insane, he thought. But… they feel real.
And strangely, that was enough for now.