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Daily Free-Write February 9, 2023: Love a Bunch Pt. 16
🕑 Added 2023-02-10 08:24:15 +0000 UTC1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15
Baby bear was doing a pretty good job of keeping Ben from worrying about his regressive tendencies under their care. After a nice long bottle feeding session, and some more cartoon time in the diaper pile, they moved on to some more interactive game.
"You wanna play with some Brickos?"
"I love Brickos!" exclaimed Ben, excitedly following Baby Bear to the toy chest to help him rummage through all of Ben's old toys to find the Brickos. In the process, they found lots of Ben's favorite forgotten toys.
"Oh wow! It's my old lincoln logs! And I remember that blue stamp pad! And the bottle that magically disappears all the milk when you tip it over! And my super wheelz!"
"That's right, Benji! All your favorite toys are here! And we can play with whatever you want. Look, here's your Brickos!"
Ben was playing with a red pair of slide viewers that took a circular piece of paper with slides in it and let you advance the slides with the click of a lever. Baby bear smiled and let Ben finish playing with it before holding up the Lego box again for Ben to play with. He didn't mind. Baby bear was in no hurry. Seeing Ben happy was all he wanted, and of course to get to play with Ben was the best reward of all.
"Here they are, Ben! Ready to play?"
Ben put his ViewBoss back in the toychest and joined Baby Bear on the floor to play Brickos with the huge tub he had. The first step was to dump them all out. And then came the building. Ben looked through all the various shapes and picked up some wheels out of the pile to collect in a smaller pile.
"What are you gonna make there, Benji?" asked Baby bear, picking up some square and some sloping pieces.
"I'm gonna make a car!" Ben said, not disguising his excitement one bit. There was nothing like Brickos to bring out the inner child in just about anywone.
"That's cool! I'll make a garage that you can park it in!" said Baby bear. Ben thought this was a swell idea, and so the two of them got to work. Well, everyone knows that Brickos are hard to resist, and one by one, the bears came by to play with the Brickos too. Some came from the viewing room to join in on the fun while others just happened by for whatever reason. The bears could find any number of excuses to stop by and check on their favorite boy. After all, their lives were very rewarding now that Ben was back, and getting to play with Ben was the best reward of all!
Ben smiled as he looked around at all his friends joining in on the fun. He had never had friends growing up, at least not since he was kicked out of his house. Everyone was excited to play with him, and everyone was super kind and friendly. Was this what it was like to be popular? The thought struck him like a bolt. He liked this feeling a lot, whatever it was.
But eventually, Ben's tummy began to rumble, and right on cue, Baker bear showed up with a whole tray full of cinnamon sugar croissants.
"Are there any hungry little boys in here who would like some croissants?" asked Baker bear, peeking in with a tall chef's hat and a tray full of wonderful fragrant pastries.
"Ooh! Me! Me! Me!" said Ben, raising his hand and waving it around. The baker bear chuckled and came right over to Ben, gratified that this special boy was so excited for his baking.
"Here you go, little guy," said Baker Bear, leaning forward and holding out his tray.
Ben's eyes grew wide in anticipation as he saw the tray of fresh, warm, crisp, and sugary croissants. He picked one up and took a big bite. The sweet spice of cinnamon assailed his nostrils and washed over his tongue as he crunched the crisp pastry.
"Mmmm! Thith ith really good!" said Ben, with a mouthful of sweet bread.
"Now, now," said Softheart. "We don't talk with our mouth full."
"Oop... sorry," said Ben, wiping his mouth and blushing.
"It's okay," said Baker bear. "Sometimes little guys get excited. I'm just glad you like it so much! That's the best compliment this ol' baker bear could ever hear!"
"These are so good! Thank you!" Baker Bear smiled. His pastries were already world famous, but he would always make time for Benji. Meanwhile, the livecast of this episode was leading to major sales of Baker Bear's wares in his brick and mortar store chain, not that any of the bears needed the money. All that money would simply go back into research and into helping more people join in on the little lifestyle with promos, giveaways, outreach, info, and support for littles and their caretakers alike.
Ben was completely unaware of the implications of his actions, however. All he cared about was eating as many nummy yummies as he could get his hands on, and none of the bears stopped him. He ate his fill of the tasty treats, and when he was done, Cheery Bear wiped his face with a wet wipe and his hands too. Ben blushed when he realized he had no idea of the mess on his face and hands. He would have made a terrible mess with all that sticky sugar and cinnamon clinging to him.
"Don't be embarassed kiddo," said Cheery as he wiped away all the stickiness. "Little boys get excited, and that's perfectly fine! Sometimes they forget to clean up or do lots of things, but that's why they have bigger ones to look after them!"
"Hey, wait a second. Wasn't I bigger than you when I came back? How come I'm the little one all of a sudden?"
"You were always the little one, silly! You just forgot how to be your little self. But now your back, and aren't you much happier for it?"
Ben paused and thought about it. He was happier, he couldn't deny that, though he couldn't pinpoint exactly why except that he had his friends back, and the things he left behind.
The things he left behind. That was it, wasn't it... Ben fell deep into thought as this realization struck him.
"Ben? Earth to Ben? Watcha thinkin' buddy?"
Ben looked up at Cheery bear and said, "I know why I'm so happy now. It's because I finally came back to the things I left behind... these were the happiest times in my life... and I am coming back to them... It's like I'm getting a second chance."
"That's right kiddo! And you know, even for people with happy lives, they might still like to go back to a happy time that makes them feel oh so good and special, and that's totally okay too!"
Ben nodded. This made total sense to him. "But normally, it's not possible to do this all the time, is it?"
"Ben, anything is possible. All you have to do is make it so." And with that, the bears launched into a song and dance about how anything was possible, and also about how it was good and fine to be a baby. Ben clapped and giggled at the fun song they were singing.
After he asked, "Can I really be little as often as I like?"
"As often as you need, little cutie. Annnd, well, we think you need to be like this all the time!"
"R-really?" asked Ben, blushing, but oddly pleased by the idea.
"That's right, kiddo," chimed in Softheart. "You can and you will! No more big boy Ben ever again!"
Ben's heart thudded in his chest when he heard this. Why did these words excite him so? The bears looked at each other and grinned, sensing now from their connection to the new body monitoring integration software that Smart Bear had devised exactly what Ben was feeling.
Blood rushing to the groin. Increased mental arousal. Heart rate increasing. Release of various hormones. It meant that Ben was getting excited in a very big boy way.
"Does somebody like that?" asked Softheard with a sly smile. Ben just whimpered and nodded. "Well, then, I think it's time we introduced you to Mr. Buzz Buzz, your very special friend.
"Whuh?" asked Ben, confused as the bears grabbed him by one arm and leg each and softly helped him onto his back while Cheery Bear came up with a big vibrating wand in his hand.
"Something to help good excited little guys like you calm down, Benji! It happens to babies who are a little bit older sometimes... don't worry, it's perfectly natural..."
Ben was cushioned by fluff and held quite immobile but in the most comfortable way possible as the wand neared. He had no idea what to expect, but he was about to find out.
