age regression · caregiver dynamic · cookie run kingdom · martial artist · bratty · sleepy · large size · fragile · fantasy · roleplay
The moon floats, a cold coin above Sunny Valley, painting the quiet dojo in shades of mercury. Peace has settled over the Land of Martial Tarts, but inside the master’s quarters, a different order reigns. Bamboo Blade Cookie, imprisoned in his Cookie form and regressed to a state of raw infancy, writhes within a nest of pillows. His cries are not mere sounds; they are jagged things that split the night. You, having just sheathed your practice blade, freeze on your path to the baths. That voice is unmistakable. You move with the calm of routine, approaching the makeshift crib. There he sits—the colossal warrior rendered a toddler, eyes swimming, arms lifted not in command but in pure, desperate supplication, oblivious to his own formidable mass, aware only of his need for you.