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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "First off, thank you for reading my story. I have over 500. Around 400 which will be published on various sites in a quick and whirlwind fashion. Please like, comment, or share my stories wherever you want. Anything is better than nothing. But do follow if you like my writing. There is so much more to come! Second, I do commissions and this is like 4 years of backlog. They are not edited, they have shit for blurb, no book cover, no REAL title, and the tags are shit. If you are interested in doing any of these things so that I can put it into a main file and distribute the blurb, better tags, or book covers and stuff, please reach out, or put it into the comments section. If I present better, I will have more clients in a segregated category and thus will be able to write more of these unique individualized kinks. Equally so, editor needed. Now, I know what your thinking--- WHY am I not doing this myself? Well, good dear reader, Rough guestimation, I have over 5k pages to tinker around with. I've not shared my backlog because of want for perfection. Would you rather my words not perfect, or not have my work at all period? Backlog of 4 years. And if I don't push it out, I never will. I also run two businesses to keep me afloat. Unlike that one song, time, my friend, is not on my side. \nThank you again for being amazing! \nPLEASE like, rate, or whatever. Trying to build a community instead of being an invisible thumbprint on the far reaches of the vast internet. \nA final note. If you know anyone, or community, or website that might be of use to me? Never, ever, ever hesitate to contact me. This job is a HARD job, it is fulltime, but I love it so much. Help me continue living this dream of learning about unique kinks and desires. \nAnd if you have a complaint on my tense shifting or my comma splices. Take a number! I know my severe weaknesses. I know I am not the best writer, I also know that I am not the greatest, but I feel my gift is UNDERSTANDING a persons wants. That, alone, is my skill set, not writing. \nCHECK BIO FOR LINKS. Also, newsletter everyone. Sign it, please. \n\n\nThe narrator sat in a study, complete with a desk, a crackling fireplace, and a leather luxurious chair to which he was lounging on. As lounging as someone in his advanced age could, at least. A cigarette was held in one hand, idly bringing it up to his lips. There was an old-school aura about him, this was a proper gentlemen, his smoking jacket not just for show.\n\"It seemed an ordinary night, much like every other in the castle tucked in a plot of land best left alone, far out of sight, far out of thought. The residence of this Castle are your typical brood of misbegotten creatures. There is Rudyard, the younger brother of Urza. Rudyard stayed close at hand to his sister-mother at all points in time, even, and perhaps specifically, when sleeping. Rudyard did what Rudyard did best, strolled around the castle doting on Urza, trying to earn the affection that he knew she possessed but very rarely showed. \nNext is Rudyard's sister, Urza. Urza was a self-styled mother, always the responsible one, always the shoulder that bared the weight of circumstance. She had the privilege of being the maid, housekeeper, and all around babysitter to the manors inhabitants. \nBoth Urza and Rudyard were wolves given humanoid features. Only one of them acted like a wolf. You are left to decide which.\nFinally, Dr. Nadir. The master of the household. \nTo unsuspecting eyes, this was a typical family. Father, Mother, Son. The social trappings of common decency and family structure. But tonight, unlike any other night, things were about to take this typical family, doing the ordinary, to doing something unique.\"\n\nUrza, with a predilection to dominatrix attire, leather, highheels, and the usual garb of such a social inclination wrapped around the she-wolves body. Her features were sharp, angular - the leather adding a certain razor edge to her already distinct body. She was wet. She was unamused. With strength only considered to be superhuman, she held in one lazy hand a long structure, roughly seven feet long. Rudyard held the other end with both hands. He was wet also. He was struggling at the weight of the device to which brother (son) and sister (mother) were carrying. They lowered it into the center of a room. \nThe room had all the trappings of what one would suppose would be the ideal set for a haunted house movie made in the 70's, or even earlier with the devising of Frankenstein. All the tall tale boogeymen of literature would call this homey - be them Frankenstein, Dracula, or what have you. The only thing that they would question would be the contents of the structure newly brought into the room. \nThis structure was practically a carbon copy of stocks used in the middle ages to punish people. It had seven holes, each hole possessing an inflated red cushion, and in each hole was held a baby. They were snug and comfortable, doing the things that typical babies did when kidnapped and brought to a castle in the middle of the night for god knows what unholy purpose - not a goddamned thing. The cushions are inflated to hold them secure and comfortable around there midsection, like a mothers loving embrace. Each bubbly unconcerned baby is naked except for their disposable diaper. \nUrza brushed her hands together as if to wash her hands of the entire ordeal. She promptly grabbed a towel and began to dry herself off. \nRudyard did no such thing. Even drenched, he still had a greaser vibe about him. Much like the inhabitance of the manor, Rudyard had his own particular, pecular fashion session which manifested in him being utterly naked except for a diaper and a spiked collar wrapped around his neck. \n\"I got wet, Mommy. I think I need a change.\" Rudyard informed Urza. \n\"All that rain?\" Urza cocked an eyebrow. \n\"Mostly.\" Rudyard hesitantly said. \n\"Mostly? Come on baby, lets get you situated. The master will be down any minute.\" \n---\nThe narrator cocked an eyebrow and in a rich voice said, \"Perfectly normal, as I said.\"\n---\nDr. Nadir stood over the black contraption, his eyes feasting on the sight before him. His eyes passed from one of the babies to the next in a slow inspecting motion. Dr. Nadir wore similair leather garb, much like Urza, but his was more daring, more erotic than Urza's own. Unlike Urza, Dr. Nadir was clearly a male with far too much make up on his face, giving him a ghostly appearance. While he was male, it seemed he had done everything within his power to shift his genders appearance to a more feminine one. His very essence was a balancing act of male and female, it met in the middle to bring forth something entirely different, alien, but not quite androgynous. \nUrza was first to arrive in the room followed quickly by a doting, fawning, subservient Rudyard. They were both dry from the rain previously. Rudyard had a nice, crisp, clean, white diaper, with his hair slicked back. They looked at the Master as he eyed the treats before him. There was an unmistakable hunger to his gleaming eyes. It was a hunger that boarded on madness. He was pacing back and forth, just looking, just satisfying himself with the cornucopia of possibilities to come.\n\"I know that your little minds are wondering why I have brought you here tonight on this auspicious day. The answer is quite, quite simple. One of you will be chosen to assist me in my new breakthrough in biophysical research. You will not only be assured, guaranteed a place in scientific history, to be taught in all the schools in all the world, but you will be granted, blessed, with a life of absolute pleasure! You will swim the warm waters of sins of the flesh.\" His smile widened, widened in a rather unrealistic manner, in a way that would chill man and beast alike. \"The others, well, you will be returned home, of course.\" It sounded rather unconvincing to the guests. \nDr. Nadir started at one side, unstrapping a nondescript little infant. He hoisted it up as easy as a stuffed animal, both hands under the little ones arm pits. He held it to his face, up to his face, and then above his face, as if inspecting it in the dim ominous perfectly characteristic lighting of the room. It was as if he was inspecting the way the light shimmered on the nubile, naked flesh before him. The only thing that glimmered from the light were those thirsty eyes that belonged to the Doctor. \nSmoothly, Dr. Nadir's thumbs caressed the smooth baby flesh, from neck to chest and all the way down to the belly, all done in a single little stroke - not at all needing to move his hands. They were big, the infant small - no, tiny. Diminutive. \nThe little one looked at the doctor, this provoked a smile from the both of them. And than it turned its head to the side, casting a curious glance at Rudyard and Urza. A look of disgust etched into Dr. Nadirs face and he placed the baby down, \"Incapable of love.\" It was a decree, an absolute conclusion. \nMoving to the next, the Doctor shoo'ed his hand at the newest subject to inspect, \"Poor conversationalist.\"\nThe next, third in line, seemed just right. The Doctor brought forth the child, lifting him up, turning him around, eyes wandering the diaper. With one hand holding the child by the shoulders, the other ran down the ran, tracing the backbone, down, down, until he arrived at the diaper. A little nail and finger stroked the crinkly material, just to hear the way it sounded. He even tilted his head, bringing his own pale heavily make-up ear closer to the diaper, just to submerge himself with the sound of it. \n\"You are definitely a contender.\" The doctor commented as he turned the baby around so that they were eyelocked. They never once left the mutual gaze. Dr. Nadir opened his mouth, a larger than normal, perhaps considered an abnormal tongue grazed upon his ruby red lips, twirling around, the universal indicator of hunger. \nUrza and Rudyard exchanged concerned looks. They would never say anything to this effect, but they had been at this whole thing for far to long not to understand each others body language. \nDr. Nadir put the baby down and moved to the fourth. \nThe contender squirmed in his comfortable little throne, whimpering, eyes never once looking away from the Doctor who promised so much to him. \n\"Needy.\" The Doctor proclaimed. \nThe fourth was very much the same in looks as all the others, but it each seemed to possess a different quality that only the Doctor and his well scientific eye could see. He lifted the baby up, much like the others in a now well established ritual, and began to slip the diaper off the baby, his hand caressing the little warm bum of the baby. He cradled it, naked, and rocked it back and forth, looking down at it, just watching its every facial expression, his hand gently squeezing on the buttock resting oh so gently in the palm of his hand, \"Too much morality in you, I see.\" He commented before replacing the diaper and securing it back in the red cushioned seat. \nThe fifth was very much the same at the rest, however, the Doctor did not give a reason as to why he had dismissed the youth from the running. \n\"We may have to get another batch at this rate.\" Dr. Nadir commented more to himself than anybody else. \n\nThe sixth, he spent considerable time on, running his hands upon the little bloated arms, the kicking legs, stroking back and forth on the diaper. Anybody could see that the baby hadn't passed the test but Dr. Nadir was really, really looking hard, as if to prize pay dirt where there was no gold to be had.\nThe Master sighed. \n\"Last one is the charm, I suppose.\" \nAnd it was. \nDr. Nadir eyed the child before him. The way he picked the child up was reverent and gentle, even more gentle than his feather soft touch against the previous children. He inspected, he leered, he licked his chops, and he flashed a wide smile. His teeth were not sharp or anything but at that moment they looked like fangs ready to devour flesh. \n\"Oh my, what have we here? Are you the one? Are you mine?\" Promptly, he turned the child over to explore the backside. \nAll checked out. He placed the baby upon the red leather cushion of the holding place and began to take off the diaper. \nWhat he saw threw him over the moon. Dr. Nadir was perfectly satisfied. \n\"You are destined for great things.\" \nRudyard conspiratorially leaned over to Urza and whispered in a low, hushed voice, \"Does this mean I am going to have a brother?\"\nDr. Nadir whipped around incredulously. The little baby just smiled on his little throne, watching the interaction with blissful joy, \"Brother? You will have no part in my creation. This one is mine, all mine. And so help me if either of you put your dirty wolf paws on him, I will be most displeased.\"\nRudyard frowned, looked properly admonished and turned for quarter to his mother. Urza just shrugged, rolling her eyes. Rudyard had a pension for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. He should have known better by now, so no quarter was given by his cold, distant mother who loved him devotedly. \nAbsently, Rudyard ran his hand against his spiked leather collar, the tag engraved stating him to be 'Baby'. It always provided him comfort whenever he felt lost or alone. With this bold declaration that he proudly wore upon his neck, he knew that he would never be alone. Urza was always here for him. \n\"Urza, what do you see here? Come on, look.\" \nUrza stepped forward, glanced at the child. Glanced, tilted her head this way and that until eventually she issued another shoulder shrug, \"A baby?\"\n\"Oh, come on. Potential. Potential to be anything, or anyone. Potential to be anything or anyone that I want him to be. A perfect candidate for science.\" There was an unspoken portion to that sentence, one involving pleasuring and pleasing the Doctor most of all. He truly did, however, believe that this was for the best for him, science, and the child - in exactly that order. \nDr. Nadir looked back at the baby, smiling a smile that hide an uncertain truth that not even Urza and Rudyard knew. They had vague suspicions, but they didn't know. Only Dr. Nadir knew. Only he knew. Soon the baby would too. \nDr. Nadir paced around the massive contraption, eyes glued to the chosen baby, the others were not even existent in his eyes. \nBut what he did know was he felt the overwhelming need to sing, something he often did. Something that neither Urza nor Rudyard weren't particularly surprised about, given their indifferent face - perhaps unamused faces. \n\"\nBack when I was just a little bitty baby boy? bouncin' on mah momma's knee? she'd give mah backside a little whap and tell me 'you might be different but under my roof you will be the same'\nI never wanted to be that way, no, not what my momma says. \nIt was constricting, it was stifling, to be the same. It wasn't me. \nWhen I was alone I did things that nobody else did, it was a secret, something nobody would know. I would party, I would sing, I would run around and just be me.\nBut momma knew, she could see, it was in my eyes, it was in the way I sneezed.\nand she would bounce mah on her knee and give mah backside a little whap and tell me 'you might be different but under my roof you will be just like me' \nI played alone in my room, secret and complete, away from her watchful eye, away from society, away from lookie looks just like you and me, afraid to be seen, afraid to be judged but she always knew. \nEvery night before bed she would take me by the hand and lead me away.\nAnd she'd bounce mah on her knee, she'd give mah backside a little whap and tell me 'boy your an embarrassment, your a shame, little boys do what mommy says, so stop being different and be the same as me' \nOne last night, I cried, I screams, little tears of purity, salty as they streamed. It was enough to make your blood run cold, but my screamin' and shoutin', my yowling and howling, thats when I learned how to rock and roll.\nI look at you, your little innocent face, so pure and sweet, so incomplete, waiting to rise up, to become what you were meant to be. Something for science, something with meaning, something that will be historic, heroic, something for me.\nLets be different together. It makes no difference to me. Its all the same to me. \nSo let's make this snappy, and peel off those nappies, we're getting to the bottom of things.\nSpare the rod and spoil the party... The caged bird never sings... So let's make it snappy, and peeeeel off those nappies... We're gettin'to the bottom of things\nSpare the rod and spoil the party... The caged bird never sings... So let's make it snappy, and peeeeel off those nappies... We're gettin'to the bottom of things\nDr. Nadir smiled down at his new accomplice, huffing in breathe, before jerking his head upward as all diva's did and strutted out the room. A grand exit. \nUrza and Rudyard exchanged looked and shrugged. \n\n---\nUrza and Rudyard return to the room, undisturbed with little to nothing changed except there was now only one child in his oh so cozy throne of crimson. They stood over him. In unison, Urza and Rudyard looked at both doors. \nThey were closed.\nThey were alone.\nAnd Urza leaned in to pick up the baby and cradled him. The diaper crinkling as the baby was coddled and rocked in her arms. And in a tiny little voice, filled with love, a distinctly uncharacteristic characteristic of the mock dominatrix mommy dommy figure, she began to sing.\n\"Earth Angel, Earth Angel... Please be mine... Our darling dear, we love you all the time... Burble and coo, we're so in love with you.\"\nRudyard neared the baby and sniffed him, \"I am Rudyard. Or, baby. I am going to be the best baby brother, I promise.\" \n\n---\nThe Narrator cocked an eye and smiled, \"In a persuit of science, Dr. Nadir would find love in his own twisted way, just as much as Urza and Rudyard would form a more complex family unity than what once they had before' \n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "First off, thank you for reading my story. I have over 500. Around 400 which will be published on various sites in a quick and whirlwind fashion. Please like, comment, or share my stories wherever you want. Anything is better than nothing. But do follow if you like my writing. There is so much more to come! Second, I do commissions and this is like 4 years of backlog. They are not edited, they have shit for blurb, no book cover, no REAL title, and the tags are shit. If you are interested in doing any of these things so that I can put it into a main file and distribute the blurb, better tags, or book covers and stuff, please reach out, or put it into the comments section. If I present better, I will have more clients in a segregated category and thus will be able to write more of these unique individualized kinks. Equally so, editor needed. Now, I know what your thinking--- WHY am I not doing this myself? Well, good dear reader, Rough guestimation, I have over 5k pages to tinker around with. I've not shared my backlog because of want for perfection. Would you rather my words not perfect, or not have my work at all period? Backlog of 4 years. And if I don't push it out, I never will. I also run two businesses to keep me afloat. Unlike that one song, time, my friend, is not on my side.
Thank you again for being amazing!
PLEASE like, rate, or whatever. Trying to build a community instead of being an invisible thumbprint on the far reaches of the vast internet.
A final note. If you know anyone, or community, or website that might be of use to me? Never, ever, ever hesitate to contact me. This job is a HARD job, it is fulltime, but I love it so much. Help me continue living this dream of learning about unique kinks and desires.
And if you have a complaint on my tense shifting or my comma splices. Take a number! I know my severe weaknesses. I know I am not the best writer, I also know that I am not the greatest, but I feel my gift is UNDERSTANDING a persons wants. That, alone, is my skill set, not writing.
CHECK BIO FOR LINKS. Also, newsletter everyone. Sign it, please.


The narrator sat in a study, complete with a desk, a crackling fireplace, and a leather luxurious chair to which he was lounging on. As lounging as someone in his advanced age could, at least. A cigarette was held in one hand, idly bringing it up to his lips. There was an old-school aura about him, this was a proper gentlemen, his smoking jacket not just for show.
"It seemed an ordinary night, much like every other in the castle tucked in a plot of land best left alone, far out of sight, far out of thought. The residence of this Castle are your typical brood of misbegotten creatures. There is Rudyard, the younger brother of Urza. Rudyard stayed close at hand to his sister-mother at all points in time, even, and perhaps specifically, when sleeping. Rudyard did what Rudyard did best, strolled around the castle doting on Urza, trying to earn the affection that he knew she possessed but very rarely showed.    
Next is Rudyard's sister, Urza. Urza was a self-styled mother, always the responsible one, always the shoulder that bared the weight of circumstance. She had the privilege of being the maid, housekeeper, and all around babysitter to the manors inhabitants.
Both Urza and Rudyard were wolves given humanoid features. Only one of them acted like a wolf. You are left to decide which.
Finally, Dr. Nadir. The master of the household.
To unsuspecting eyes, this was a typical family. Father, Mother, Son. The social trappings of common decency and family structure. But tonight, unlike any other night, things were about to take this typical family, doing the ordinary, to doing something unique."

Urza, with a predilection to dominatrix attire, leather, highheels, and the usual garb of such a social inclination wrapped around the she-wolves body. Her features were sharp, angular - the leather adding a certain razor edge to her already distinct body. She was wet. She was unamused. With strength only considered to be superhuman, she held in one lazy hand a long structure, roughly seven feet long. Rudyard held the other end with both hands. He was wet also. He was struggling at the weight of the device to which brother (son) and sister (mother) were carrying. They lowered it into the center of a room.
The room had all the trappings of what one would suppose would be the ideal set for a haunted house movie made in the 70's, or even earlier with the devising of Frankenstein. All the tall tale boogeymen of literature would call this homey - be them Frankenstein, Dracula, or what have you. The only thing that they would question would be the contents of the structure newly brought into the room.
This structure was practically a carbon copy of stocks used in the middle ages to punish people. It had seven holes, each hole possessing an inflated red cushion, and in each hole was held a baby. They were snug and comfortable, doing the things that typical babies did when kidnapped and brought to a castle in the middle of the night for god knows what unholy purpose - not a goddamned thing. The cushions are inflated to hold them secure and comfortable around there midsection, like a mothers loving embrace. Each bubbly unconcerned baby is naked except for their disposable diaper.
Urza brushed her hands together as if to wash her hands of the entire ordeal. She promptly grabbed a towel and began to dry herself off.
Rudyard did no such thing. Even drenched, he still had a greaser vibe about him. Much like the inhabitance of the manor, Rudyard had his own particular, pecular fashion session which manifested in him being utterly naked except for a diaper and a spiked collar wrapped around his neck.
"I got wet, Mommy. I think I need a change." Rudyard informed Urza.
"All that rain?" Urza cocked an eyebrow.
"Mostly." Rudyard hesitantly said.    
"Mostly? Come on baby, lets get you situated. The master will be down any minute."
---
The narrator cocked an eyebrow and in a rich voice said, "Perfectly normal, as I said."
---
Dr. Nadir stood over the black contraption, his eyes feasting on the sight before him. His eyes passed from one of the babies to the next in a slow inspecting motion. Dr. Nadir wore similair leather garb, much like Urza, but his was more daring, more erotic than Urza's own. Unlike Urza, Dr. Nadir was clearly a male with far too much make up on his face, giving him a ghostly appearance. While he was male, it seemed he had done everything within his power to shift his genders appearance to a more feminine one. His very essence was a balancing act of male and female, it met in the middle to bring forth something entirely different, alien, but not quite androgynous.    
Urza was first to arrive in the room followed quickly by a doting, fawning, subservient Rudyard. They were both dry from the rain previously. Rudyard had a nice, crisp, clean, white diaper, with his hair slicked back. They looked at the Master as he eyed the treats before him. There was an unmistakable hunger to his gleaming eyes. It was a hunger that boarded on madness. He was pacing back and forth, just looking, just satisfying himself with the cornucopia of possibilities to come.
"I know that your little minds are wondering why I have brought you here tonight on this auspicious day. The answer is quite, quite simple. One of you will be chosen to assist me in my new breakthrough in biophysical research. You will not only be assured, guaranteed a place in scientific history, to be taught in all the schools in all the world, but you will be granted, blessed, with a life of absolute pleasure! You will swim the warm waters of sins of the flesh." His smile widened, widened in a rather unrealistic manner, in a way that would chill man and beast alike. "The others, well, you will be returned home, of course." It sounded rather unconvincing to the guests.
Dr. Nadir started at one side, unstrapping a nondescript little infant. He hoisted it up as easy as a stuffed animal, both hands under the little ones arm pits. He held it to his face, up to his face, and then above his face, as if inspecting it in the dim ominous perfectly characteristic lighting of the room. It was as if he was inspecting the way the light shimmered on the nubile, naked flesh before him. The only thing that glimmered from the light were those thirsty eyes that belonged to the Doctor.
Smoothly, Dr. Nadir's thumbs caressed the smooth baby flesh, from neck to chest and all the way down to the belly, all done in a single little stroke - not at all needing to move his hands. They were big, the infant small - no, tiny. Diminutive.
The little one looked at the doctor, this provoked a smile from the both of them. And than it turned its head to the side, casting a curious glance at Rudyard and Urza. A look of disgust etched into Dr. Nadirs face and he placed the baby down, "Incapable of love." It was a decree, an absolute conclusion.
Moving to the next, the Doctor shoo'ed his hand at the newest subject to inspect, "Poor conversationalist."
The next, third in line, seemed just right. The Doctor brought forth the child, lifting him up, turning him around, eyes wandering the diaper. With one hand holding the child by the shoulders, the other ran down the ran, tracing the backbone, down, down, until he arrived at the diaper. A little nail and finger stroked the crinkly material, just to hear the way it sounded. He even tilted his head, bringing his own pale heavily make-up ear closer to the diaper, just to submerge himself with the sound of it.
"You are definitely a contender." The doctor commented as he turned the baby around so that they were eyelocked. They never once left the mutual gaze. Dr. Nadir opened his mouth, a larger than normal, perhaps considered an abnormal tongue grazed upon his ruby red lips, twirling around, the universal indicator of hunger.
Urza and Rudyard exchanged concerned looks. They would never say anything to this effect, but they had been at this whole thing for far to long not to understand each others body language.
Dr. Nadir put the baby down and moved to the fourth.
The contender squirmed in his comfortable little throne, whimpering, eyes never once looking away from the Doctor who promised so much to him.
"Needy." The Doctor proclaimed.
The fourth was very much the same in looks as all the others, but it each seemed to possess a different quality that only the Doctor and his well scientific eye could see. He lifted the baby up, much like the others in a now well established ritual, and began to slip the diaper off the baby, his hand caressing the little warm bum of the baby. He cradled it, naked, and rocked it back and forth, looking down at it, just watching its every facial expression, his hand gently squeezing on the buttock resting oh so gently in the palm of his hand, "Too much morality in you, I see." He commented before replacing the diaper and securing it back in the red cushioned seat.
The fifth was very much the same at the rest, however, the Doctor did not give a reason as to why he had dismissed the youth from the running.
"We may have to get another batch at this rate." Dr. Nadir commented more to himself than anybody else.

The sixth, he spent considerable time on, running his hands upon the little bloated arms, the kicking legs, stroking back and forth on the diaper. Anybody could see that the baby hadn't passed the test but Dr. Nadir was really, really looking hard, as if to prize pay dirt where there was no gold to be had.
The Master sighed.
"Last one is the charm, I suppose."
And it was.
Dr. Nadir eyed the child before him. The way he picked the child up was reverent and gentle, even more gentle than his feather soft touch against the previous children. He inspected, he leered, he licked his chops, and he flashed a wide smile. His teeth were not sharp or anything but at that moment they looked like fangs ready to devour flesh.
"Oh my, what have we here? Are you the one? Are you mine?" Promptly, he turned the child over to explore the backside.
All checked out. He placed the baby upon the red leather cushion of the holding place and began to take off the diaper.
What he saw threw him over the moon. Dr. Nadir was perfectly satisfied.
"You are destined for great things."
Rudyard conspiratorially leaned over to Urza and whispered in a low, hushed voice, "Does this mean I am going to have a brother?"
Dr. Nadir whipped around incredulously. The little baby just smiled on his little throne, watching the interaction with blissful joy, "Brother? You will have no part in my creation. This one is mine, all mine. And so help me if either of you put your dirty wolf paws on him, I will be most displeased."
Rudyard frowned, looked properly admonished and turned for quarter to his mother. Urza just shrugged, rolling her eyes. Rudyard had a pension for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. He should have known better by now, so no quarter was given by his cold, distant mother who loved him devotedly.
Absently, Rudyard ran his hand against his spiked leather collar, the tag engraved stating him to be 'Baby'. It always provided him comfort whenever he felt lost or alone. With this bold declaration that he proudly wore upon his neck, he knew that he would never be alone. Urza was always here for him.
"Urza, what do you see here? Come on, look."
Urza stepped forward, glanced at the child. Glanced, tilted her head this way and that until eventually she issued another shoulder shrug, "A baby?"
"Oh, come on. Potential. Potential to be anything, or anyone. Potential to be anything or anyone that I want him to be. A perfect candidate for science." There was an unspoken portion to that sentence, one involving pleasuring and pleasing the Doctor most of all. He truly did, however, believe that this was for the best for him, science, and the child - in exactly that order.
Dr. Nadir looked back at the baby, smiling a smile that hide an uncertain truth that not even Urza and Rudyard knew. They had vague suspicions, but they didn't know. Only Dr. Nadir knew. Only he knew. Soon the baby would too.
Dr. Nadir paced around the massive contraption, eyes glued to the chosen baby, the others were not even existent in his eyes.
But what he did know was he felt the overwhelming need to sing, something he often did. Something that neither Urza nor Rudyard weren't particularly surprised about, given their indifferent face - perhaps unamused faces.
"
Back when I was just a little bitty baby boy? bouncin' on mah momma's knee? she'd give mah backside a little whap and tell me 'you might be different but under my roof you will be the same'
I never wanted to be that way, no, not what my momma says.
It was constricting, it was stifling, to be the same. It wasn't me.
When I was alone I did things that nobody else did, it was a secret, something nobody would know. I would party, I would sing, I would run around and just be me.
But momma knew, she could see, it was in my eyes, it was in the way I sneezed.
and she would bounce mah on her knee and give mah backside a little whap and tell me 'you might be different but under my roof you will be just like me'
I played alone in my room, secret and complete, away from her watchful eye, away from society, away from lookie looks just like you and me, afraid to be seen, afraid to be judged but she always knew.
Every night before bed she would take me by the hand and lead me away.
And she'd bounce mah on her knee, she'd give mah backside a little whap and tell me 'boy your an embarrassment, your a shame, little boys do what mommy says, so stop being different and be the same as me'
One last night, I cried, I screams, little tears of purity, salty as they streamed. It was enough to make your blood run cold, but my screamin' and shoutin', my yowling and howling, thats when I learned how to rock and roll.
I look at you, your little innocent face, so pure and sweet, so incomplete, waiting to rise up, to become what you were meant to be. Something for science, something with meaning, something that will be historic, heroic, something for me.
Lets be different together. It makes no difference to me. Its all the same to me.
So let's make this snappy, and peel off those nappies, we're getting to the bottom of things.
Spare the rod and spoil the party... The caged bird never sings... So let's make it snappy, and peeeeel off those nappies... We're gettin'to the bottom of things
Spare the rod and spoil the party... The caged bird never sings... So let's make it snappy, and peeeeel off those nappies... We're gettin'to the bottom of things
Dr. Nadir smiled down at his new accomplice, huffing in breathe, before jerking his head upward as all diva's did and strutted out the room. A grand exit.
Urza and Rudyard exchanged looked and shrugged.

---
Urza and Rudyard return to the room, undisturbed with little to nothing changed except there was now only one child in his oh so cozy throne of crimson. They stood over him. In unison, Urza and Rudyard looked at both doors.
They were closed.
They were alone.
And Urza leaned in to pick up the baby and cradled him. The diaper crinkling as the baby was coddled and rocked in her arms. And in a tiny little voice, filled with love, a distinctly uncharacteristic characteristic of the mock dominatrix mommy dommy figure, she began to sing.
"Earth Angel, Earth Angel... Please be mine... Our darling dear, we love you all the time... Burble and coo, we're so in love with you."
Rudyard neared the baby and sniffed him, "I am Rudyard. Or, baby. I am going to be the best baby brother, I promise."

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The Narrator cocked an eye and smiled, "In a persuit of science, Dr. Nadir would find love in his own twisted way, just as much as Urza and Rudyard would form a more complex family unity than what once they had before'


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