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Sep 9, 2023

💙 CG Cliff to a baby regressor/very young regressor (0-2)

Gender neutral reader (involuntary regression)

Potential CWs: age regression that is involuntary, anxiety/mentions of panic attack, mentions of diapers, very brief mentions of adult things (smoking and drinking) and almost cursing, but not actually cursing!

👉(Loosly based off of my personal experiences when in baby regression)

Cliff knows how to be a thrashin' beast on stage with his bass, but when it comes to caring for you, he really knows how to do an immediate 360. He turns into the softest, most gentle giant for his baby. In fact, he is very gentle. You see him play that bass with his abrasive hands? Those big hands of his are the complete opposite when it comes to you. He definitely handles you with lots of care.

It was that time again. You start to feel your knees grow shaky and your fingers begin to fidget around each other. You look around the room with big eyes, a sense of wonder overtaking you like a tidal wave.

Did something trigger you?

Your mind seems to dart from thought to thought, completely unable to make out what brought this baby side out of you. It starts to bother you as you slip down, further and further. Cliff immediately starts to notice the sudden change in your behavior. He watches you anxiously sway in your seat, as if you were dancing to invisible music.

Cliff almost wants to chuckle, but he realizes this is serious. “You’ve got the big eyes goin on.” He is cautious with his tone, but he knows exactly what this means. “You feeling alright?” His voice softens more, after seeing the innocence wash over your face. You can’t seem to speak, struggling to get past a sputtering “I” with your tone of voice inching higher each time. You groan with frustration and lower your head.

He brings himself over to you, lowering himself to your eye-level. “What’s going on?” Cliff rubs over your back as he asks this. “Do you need some time to clear your head?” Your eyes are now full of tears, while you nod ‘yes’ to him. Your little self just can’t handle all these sudden big feelings. It’s hard to be big.

Cliff knows exactly what to do. “Alright. Do you know how old you are, right now?” He keeps his big hand on your back, which is comforting to you. You shake your head no and give a thumbs down; your own personal way of saying you felt very, very young. And you were only getting younger by the minute.

Your heartbeat was already racing, as a desperate whine bubbled from your throat. Cliff knew that if you were left alone with these feelings for too long, several unfortunate things would happen; Long crying spells that would break his heart, “tantrums”, and incontinence; all of which likely to leave you with total discomfort and soiled sheets. And nobody wanted that.

He stood up and extended his hand for you to take. First thing’s first, he would get you dressed comfortably, and give you some water. You were getting all worked-up and that was no good. “It’s alright, little one. Follow me. You’re safe.” Cliff offered his usual kind eyes and a smile.

You took his hand, and squeezed with all your trust, while he led you to your bedroom. You felt as if you were floating on your toes.

Honestly, Cliff is just a huge softy. He will pamper you to the point of carrying you wherever you may need to go, if he has to. You may think he’s not a pushover, because he's definitely not with his band mates. But there are times with you, that he certainly can be. He will always make sure you’re safe and happy.

Halfway down the hall, you freeze. Everything’s happening so fast! Everything feels so out of place! You feel as if you may be having a panic attack, but you can’t tell. The world around you was all mixed up.

Cliff does his best to coax you further down the hall to get to your room, but you don’t budge. It’s like you almost lost the feeling in your trembling legs!

He turns toward a door on the left, just before your bedroom. “Do you need to go potty?” He asks you in a wonderfully sweet tone that’s like ear-candy. He offers to help you to the bathroom first; but no, that wasn’t it. You’re frustrated. You can’t seem to remember a single word in the English language.

You look up at the tall redhead with a face full of discouragement and let out a cry. He seems to understand. “Alright, it's okay. Up we go!” He grunts, taking it upon himself to pick you up and carry you to the bedroom. He was willing to do whatever it takes to help you through this.

You feel overwhelmed. You want to apologize to him, but the words can’t come out.

Cliff can feel the tears dripping against his shoulder. “Shh. It’s alright, you’re okay now.” He repeats his words. He places you down on your bed, all lined up with the various stuffed animals you love so dearly.

He puts one of the plushies into your lap, and gives you a kiss on the forehead. “It’s okay.” He keeps assuring you that you’re safe to be small around him. He rubs your arm supportively and dries your tears. “Go ahead and lay down for me,” he encourages. "Can you do that for me, bear? Can you lay down for Papa?"

You feel safe to do as your told, watching while he gets your diaper and your favorite sweater ready to be worn.

"Good job laying down for me, little one. You're doing great."

Cliff is Mr. calm, cool, and collected! He puts on the perfect tone of voice just for you; nothing too loud for your delicate ears. He knows that you’re prone to sensory overloads at times during your baby space. He will dim the lights, and turn on your playlist of lullabies at the most perfect volume level. If you watch TV, he will make sure it isn’t too loud, and you can trust that he won’t turn on anything overstimulating. You're a baby. You need things to be as light as a feather.

Once you were put in your diaper, Cliff helped your absolute favorite oversized sweater over your head. He helps your arms through each giant sleeve and grinned at how big and cozy it looked on you. He knew you were often prone to getting chilly, even in the summer months.

“There we go, all warm now.” He smiled bright, rubbing your hair again. You really loved when he did that. It felt so nice.

You lay in your bed and cuddled your plushie close, bringing your thumb to your mouth. You watch while Cliff dims the bedroom lights to a much warmer glow. Afterward, he pulls out your drawer of toys. They all looked like jewels from a treasure chest, just waiting to be played with.

Cliff knew you loved your lullabies during baby regression, so he made sure to turn on your special playlist, setting it to shuffle. Sometimes he wondered how you would react to classical music instead, since he was such a big fan, but he didn’t want to overstimulate you in such a vulnerable state. Classical music could wait.

Cliff will never smoke or drink around you! He won't even keep his smokes in his pocket, when he cares for you. And he also tries his very best not to swear around you, either. He's not perfect, but he's working on it!

You seemed to be occupied with your plush just enough for Cliff to slip away and fill your bottle with water. He tightened the cap, before remembering to pull the Marlboros from his pocket. He definitely didn’t need those around you. A baby with a cigarette is a recipe for disaster.

He left the box on the kitchen counter and made his way back to you. Just in time, too; you were starting to fuss after realizing he was gone. You never wanted Cliff to leave you alone. Being alone was scary.

"Shh-shh. I'm here."

Cliff rushed into your room so fast, he stumbled over one of your fallen toys. “Ah, shi- I mean shoot.” He nervously laughed when he heard you giggle at his near exploitive. “No, no, no, that’s a bad word. We don’t need to say none of that.” That was a close call. The last thing he wanted was for you to hear those yucky words.

He sat beside you and offered the drink. “Here’s your water, sweet pea,” he smiled, “You big enough to hold it?” He helped you sit up on the mattress.

Indeed, you took the bottle between your hands and drank some water the best you could, albeit messily. Cliff kept hold of it, in support, just in case you dropped it. He knew how clumsy you were when you’re this small.

Cliff is extremely protective. Any little whine, tumble, or boo-boo, he’s right there to comfort you. You're only a teeny little baby who needs his love. He likes to stroke your hair and rub your tummy, and sometimes give your nose a lil tappy-tap, to assure that everything’s gonna be okay. Every so often, he will call you a pet name like “Sweet Pea” or “Little Bear” or even something silly like “Goober”. That makes you smile, and Cliff loves to see your smile.

You let out a cough after a few big gulps of water, releasing the bottle from your grasp. Cliff was right there to pat your back. "Hey, hey, slow down. The water's not going anywhere," he comforts.

You cuddle against Cliff, wrapping both arms around him. You're not sure what would've happened if he wasn't there to help you through your involuntary bouts of regression. Especially regressing so young!

Cliff knew you needed constant care in this state of mind. You felt so lucky to know that he's more than willing to look after you.

"Would you like to play a little bit?" Cliff understood you felt clingy. He continued to rub your back and arms, and stroke your hair.

You weren't sure how to respond. You weren't even sure if you were ready to play, yet. You listened to the soft lullaby playing nearby, while continuing to adjust. You could hear the rhythm of Cliff's heartbeat, while cuddled up against his chest.

Things were starting to feel better, but you were still overwhelmed. A tiny squeak fell from your throat as you squeezed Cliff tighter.

He knows all about how fussy you can get. He knows that sometimes, you just need to cry it out. But Cliff’s prepared! If nothing else works, and things get particularly awry, he will scoop you up and rock you. That always does the trick. A little-known fact about Cliff is that he’s a wonderful singer. He’s always willing to hum to you and sing your favorite tiny space songs. He also likes to do this if you’re resisting nap time. It gets you to relax every time.

Cliff pulled you closer to him and began to hum ‘You are my Sunshine’.

By just the fourth line of the song, you were practically melting further into the redhead’s embrace. Your plushie was growing damp with drool, as you nibbled the fabric between your teeth. His voice was smooth like butter.

"Please don't take my sunshine away."

Cliff observed your teething as he held you. He reached beneath your pillow, pulling out your favorite binky. He didn’t want you to ruin your favorite plushy pal by chewing on it.

“Here you go, little bear.” He loved calling you quirky pet names. He would switch them up constantly. He especially loved the way it brightened up your face, even in the most difficult times. He held the binky up to your lips, and smiled as you accepted it.

Cliff wanted to help you relax and play. He decided to pick up another one of your stuffed friends. This time, it was one that rattled when shaken. It was a familiar sound that was especially soothing for babies, just like you.

Your eyes follow the toy while Cliff waves it around, making it “dance” in front of you. Cliff could sometimes be like a big kid himself. He was always cracking jokes and making his closest friends laugh. He was a goofball. “Look, he’s putting on a show!” He giggled.

Soon enough, a smile started to grow on your face. A couple little hums and giggles bubbled out from behind your binky. This made Cliff grin along with you. He’d much rather see you happy and small, than big and miserable.

He likes to tease you, once in a while. “I see that smile. Don’t think I don’t see that lil smile.” He tickled you in your side with his index finger and kissed the top of your head.

Cliff is very understanding of your needs. He doesn’t expect you to be perfect in any way, and he understands that you’re still learning. You’re too small to know right from wrong, so he does his best to guide you. He knows how vulnerable you are, so he never loses his patience (even if at times, you may press his buttons.)

You finally felt good enough to play! You reached out to the floor where you usually had play time, right beside your drawer of toys. The tiniest squeak emerged from you while doing so. Cliff found it adorable.

“Oh, are you ready to have some fun?” His eyes were so kind and his smile was so bright as he helped you down from your bed. He placed you down beside where he decided to sit. He wanted to be close to you, just in case you tumbled off to the side. Sometimes when you felt so tiny, you could hardly sit up straight on your own.

You suddenly had a rush of excitement! But you just didn’t know how to express it. All you could think to do was grab at a few of your toys and give them a happy toss. This made Cliff chuckle and duck forward, seeing a ring of plastic keys fall just shy from his head.

“Woah, we shouldn’t throw our toys around, bear. You don’t wanna break them.” He said as gently as possible. He wanted to sigh and hold your arm back as you rolled another toy just a few feet away. But Cliff could tell this was from excitement, and not fussiness.

He laughs, “Oh well, I guess we’re having a toy-throwing party, then.” He watches you toss your lovey in the air and smiled when the plush lands on your head. “Hey good catch! Now it’s a hat!” He chuckled and shook his head from amusement. You laugh and pull the soft friend away from your head, and into your lap.

You were so excited, you just didn’t know what to play with first! You started to feel more and more wobbly. Thank goodness Cliff was right there, he caught you when you started to flop off on your side. That’s alright, laying felt much more natural, anyway.

You decided that one of your brightly-colored rattles looked much better for chewing than your binky. You brought the hard plastic up to your mouth after letting go of the pacifier. Cliff never minded much when you put your toys in your mouth, but he was always afraid you would chip a tooth on the ones not meant for teething.

“Here baby, let’s chew this one insead. Your rattle’s not for eating.” He replaced your rattle with a teether that was silicone, so he knew it was safe for your teeth. Of course, you couldn’t complain. You missed the rattle, but accepted your new teether, anyway. "Little goober," Cliff teased.

Cliff loves to play with you! He will teach you things like colors, numbers, and shapes. And being the musician he is, he loves it when you make “music” with your rattles. He also enjoys reading your little board books to you. That always seems to put you in a trance. You love it when he reads to you. He's great at doing silly voices for the storybook characters. And don't forget, Cliff will always remind you that he is proud of you.

As the lullabies in your playlist went on, you begin to feel more and more at peace. Cliff was so glad to see you content. You lay beside him, still holding your teether to your mouth. You reached over out of curiosity and pressed one of the big buttons on one of your VTech toys.

“Triangle!” The toy lit up and started to play a cute song about shapes. This made you giggle and look up at Cliff with a smile. He pat your head and smiled right back at you. “Great job! You pressed the triangle button!” He celebrated. He sometimes wondered if you could sound out certain words in such a teeny state of mind. You never spoke too much while regressed, aside from playful babble.

“Am-gle,” You tried your very best to repeat the big word, with your soft peep of a voice. Cliff raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Very good, sweet pea! I’m so proud of you!” He tapped your nose lightly, with a chortle. “What a clever little baby.”

Cliff then noticed one of the toys you so gleefully threw around, earlier. It was a small fabric picture book for infants. He pulled it from the floor with a grin. This captured your attention, mainly because every page of the book made a silly, crunchy crinkling sound.

You giggled from amusement, while Cliff showed you the book. He read aloud the simplistic sentences on every page, and pointed out the colors. But you seemed a bit more interested in trying to squish the crinkly fabric between your fingers. Cliff didn’t mind, either way.

He knows you can go nonverbal at times. Cliff doesn’t expect you to do anything but babble when you’re so small. It makes him put on a big goofy grin when he hears your quiet baby-babbles and squeaks. When you’re happy, he is completely at peace. Have you ever seen a big tough metal man go soft? Well, that’s what you do to Cliff. You make him smile and giggle a whole lot.

When he finished reading you the short book, he and handed it to you with a small titter of laughter. You seemed to enjoy flapping it around, as if it were a bird. And the noise that it made was wonderful to you. Babbles started loosely drifting from your mouth while you enjoyed yourself. Those were a real treat for Cliff to hear.

The redhead found your babbling so cute, every time. Your soft little “ah-ba-ba’s” and “bubbuh’s” always made him smile so big. The dimples in his cheeks would widen every time.

“Yeah? Whatcha’ gonna say?” He patted your stomach, uplifting you to say more.

You cheerfully obliged, babbling to Cliff even further, as if you were telling him a story. He nodded along. “Oh, I see! And then what happened?” This engagement seemed to pull you out of your shell. You quickly found yourself kicking your feet with genuine elation. Cliff was overjoyed. “Tell me more! I wanna hear all about it!”

He giggled along with you. You were just way too cute.

Oh, and “icky” things like drool, snot, and diapers? Cliff doesn't sweat it! He actually finds it pretty funny when you become a drooly baby. Don’t worry, he’ll snap your bib on you so you don't get your shirt wet. Cliff makes sure to keep a cloth or some napkins nearby, just in case your mouth needs to be wiped. He’ll even help you blow your nose, if you need it. If you cry on him or fall asleep on him and get his Misfits shirt dirty, he won’t even be mad about it. How could he? You're more special than a silly 'ol shirt.

The more you babbled away, the more drool seemed to leak down your chin. Cliff couldn't help but laugh about it, just a little.

“I think you might need something to keep your sweater dry.” He reached over to another one of your drawers to retrieve a bib. It wasn’t anything big or fancy, but it fit you, and it was just enough to keep you from potentially ruining your favorite clothing.

“Somebody’s a little bit slobbery tonight, huh? Cliff chuckled. He was careful as he buttoned the cloth around your neck. You didn’t really pay much mind. Your attention kept being grabbed by all your different toys.

You grab at whatever you could reach, tinkering with the different playthings you had in your collection. You pressed another button from a different toy, but became startled when a mini figure popped out from the top. You jumped and started to whine from fear and discomfort. That was completely unexpected to you; that might not have been the best idea.

Cliff immediately pulled you into his embrace, rubbing your back again, as a way to sooth you. “Oh no, did that mean toy spook you?” He asked. "That wasn't very nice. I'm sorry, baby." He comforted your cries, that were thankfully getting weaker as the moments went by. “Shh. You’re alright,” He comforted. He kissed your temple and dabbed your slobbery chin with a napkin again.

Cliff plays it safe when it comes to your diapers. He’s all about your comfort, so he remembers to check on you. If he finds you to need a change, he persuades you as gently as he can to let him clean you up. But sometimes you’re just too busy playing and don’t wanna be bothered. In that case, Cliff will keep reminding you as tenderly as possible. Eventually, you’ll give in and let him clean you up. Sometimes he will even ask if you prefer to do it yourself (if you feel big enough, that is.) He's prepared to take over if you start having trouble.

You were so busy playing, that you hadn’t even noticed your diaper was wet. You didn't have a whole lot of control, when you felt this tiny. Most of the time, you were never too bothered by that, unless it started to get uncomfy. Cliff noticed this while he was comforting you. He decided to say something once you were more calmed down.

“You feel like you need a change, bear.” He stroked your hair as you lay your head against him. But you wrapped your arms around him and cuddled him further. You didn’t feel like leaving his embrace just yet.

Cliff understood this. He started rocking again, balancing you on his knee. He didn’t want to ruin the moment, but he also didn’t want you to suffer from a diaper rash.

“Alright, we’ll cuddle for just a few more minutes, okay?” He smiled. “But then we’ll have to clean you up.” He unleashes a single pat to your diaper. He knew you felt too small to clean up yourself. You would need some help.

He understands that sometimes you can be nervous during changes, so Cliff makes sure to remind you that everything's okay, and you are totally safe with him. If you're particularly fussy, he'll probably try to make you laugh with some silly faces. Cliff is pretty great at those, too. He’s also very generous with the baby powder! The last thing Cliff wants is for you to get a rash (but he is prepared, if you do!) He knows how much you love the smell of it, anyway.

You started growing wiggly after a few more moments. Cliff cooed to you. “I know, you’re getting uncomfortable, aren’t you?” You only answered with more fussing.

"Shh-shh." He helps you to lay back down. “There you go, here’s your buddy to keep you company.” He smiles warmly and puts your plushie back into your awaiting arms. You squeezed the plush nice and tight. He wiped your mouth again and put the binky back in for added soothing.

You suck your binky and listen to the never-ending playlist you’ve had on. You were starting to feel a lot more relaxed. All the while, Cliff was taking the needed products from your closet. You always had plenty on hand.

Thankfully, Cliff was pretty speedy when it came to clean-up time. He knew it wasn’t exactly your favorite thing in the world, and it wasn’t exactly his, either. But above all else, he just wanted what’s best for you.

He knelt in front of you and gave a goofy, cross-eyed pufferfish type of look. This instantly threw you into a giggling fit. He twist open the powder and brought it up to his nose. "Mm, that smells really nice." He offered you to smell the comforting, perfumy aroma from the bottle. "Doesn't it?"

You smiled and exhaled a sigh. Baby powder was one of your favorite scents. Cliff tapped your nose with his finger again. "Just relax, now. I’ll be finished before you know it.” He smiled down at you with reassurance and trust.

You wouldn't trust anyone but Cliff to do this for you.

He always makes sure you are fed, when you’re hungry. Whether it be a snack, or a meal served up on your special baby plate, Cliff’s got you covered. He loves food, so he’ll probably enjoy some along with you! If you're particularly fussy with your food, however, he has no problem acting out the good 'ol classic "airplane spoon". It never fails to make you giggle. He likes to tell you what a good job you've done when you clean your plate. He doesn’t get mad when you make a mess, either. Even he can get messy when he eats, sometimes.

When Cliff finished diapering you, you felt a hungry feeling in your stomach. You poked your tummy as a way to tell him you were craving a snack. Nothing too heavy.

Cliff adjusted the sweatshirt back over your belly. He noticed your pointing and raised his eyebrows. “Oh, is your tummy all grumbly?” He tickled you in the ribs with light fingers, which made you squeak. “How about some Cheerios?” He knew those were easy for you to eat when regressed. Lots of babies loved eating those.

“Ee-oh!” You smiled at him, making it clear that they sounded delicious. Cliff pulled himself to his feet and went back to the closet to return your baby powder and wipes. “Alright, little bear, I’ll go and get you some snacks.”

He notices the look of despair on your face when you realize he would be out of the room; away from you, your worst nightmare. You were so clingy while in baby space.

He lifted your chin with a tender hand, assuring you that everything was safe. “I’m not leaving you. I’m just running to the other room for a moment. I promise I will be right back, bear.” He kissed your forehead and stroked your hair. "When I come back, we'll have a nice snack to eat, okay?"

His gentle touch upon your face was enough to help you wind back down from your panic. Once he felt you were calmed down enough, Cliff dashed off to the kitchen. He discarded the garbage and washed his hands before preparing your snack.

He filled your bottle up again, and poured some honey nut cheerios into your little baby bowl. He tossed a few into his mouth and smiled at the sight of your scribbled picture on the fridge. He loved to take care of you so much.

When he came back to your room, you were babbling away again and pressing more of the shape buttons on your VTech toy. “Did somebody order some cereal?” Cliff laughed and brought the bowl and your bottle over, sitting next to you again. You clapped your hands together and repeated, “ee-ohs!”

“That’s right! We’ve got some 'ee-ohs' to crunch.” He smiled. He helped you sit up, after noticing you were having trouble on your own. He let you lean against him for extra support. You eagerly helped yourself to some cereal to quench your hunger. "Mmm-" you made sure to do a happy wiggle in place while eating.

Of course you couldn’t forget to offer some to Cliff. You hold out the bowl with wobbly hands. “For me? Don’t mind if I do!” He chuckled and put a few more pieces in his mouth. They were perfectly sweet and crunchy.

Cliff finds it really special when you want to be bottle-fed. He’ll hold you close and make sure you are nice and cozy. He’ll kiss your forehead and sway from side to side while he feeds you. He doesn’t even mind it when you twirl his beloved hair in-between your fingers. Whatever makes you comfortable.

You played a little more, taking interest in certain toys that were your favorites. When most of the cereal had been eaten, Cliff started to notice you looking tired.

You were slowly but surely starting to pull out of your baby regression, but you were fighting it with all your might. You just didn’t want to be big. Not yet. You wanted to play some more. You wanted to spend more time with Cliff. It felt so lovely when he cared for you.

It was a bittersweet feeling. “You getting tired, little one?” The redhead patted your back gently. You reached over and embraced him again, breathing in the aroma of his shampoo. You traced your fingers over the many freckles scattered upon his arm and shoulder. They kinda reminded you of stars in the night sky.

“Would you like your bottle before you go night-night?” He asked. He held up the drink and brought it into your view. You smiled and nodded your head. You loved being bottle fed by Cliff!

"No ni-ni." You persisted. This only made Cliff laugh. He knew no matter how much you resisted, sleep would eventually come around and take hold of you. Not that it was such a bad thing. Sleep was a great way to recover after a panic attack.

He pulled you into his lap with a playful “rrrraah!” and allowed you to make yourself comfortable. You curled into him and pretended you were just a teeny-tiny baby. That wasn’t much of a challenge for you, since Cliff was tall like a giant. You were like a pea pod, by comparison.

He made sure you were nice and secure within his arms, before bringing the bottle to your mouth. His eyes were soft and kind, as always, while he watched you drink. He started rocking and swaying gently enough to lull you. You felt so relaxed.

Cliff started humming again, soon enough. Just the cherry on top. He had the best voice you’ve ever heard; low and soothing. You look up at him with sleepy eyes. You reached up and twisted a thick lock of his long, beautiful hair between your finger tips. It felt nice and soft; almost like silk. Of course it did, because Cliff took great pride in his hair.

He smiles and lets a giggle rumble away from his throat. You always seem to find comfort in the most miniscule of things. It was cute. Pretty soon, you let your eyes fall closed. The low lighting of the room was only making you sleepier.

Cliff was almost finished humming through ‘Somewhere Over the Rainbow’ when you pulled away from the drink. A big yawn escaped you, and you snuggled into Cliff’s embrace even further. You were on the brink of sleep by now. You muttered one last little babble before surrendering to the ever-elusive sandman; a babble that was most coherent out of all the others.

“I wuv yew, Papa.” Four simple words that could make even the strongest of men weak in the knees. Cliff’s heart was full. He rubbed your back with his response-

“I love you too, my sweet little bear.”

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