Jas kept an eye on Cal guarding the door. Though it had been a week since the coup, Jas was still, to everyone, a regular toddler boy. But the moment Cal left, Jas planned to disallow his current caretaker of that notion. Gwendolyn, the only nursery staff currently in the toddler room, finally finished tending to Jas’s half-brother Luca.
“I will be feeding Jas now,” Gwendolyn said to Cal.
“I think you mean Prince Poopy,” Cal corrected with a grin. But he obediently left the room, closing the door behind him. Gwendolyn sighed and bared her breasts.
“Wait!” Jas hissed. Gwendolyn stared at him in silent shock. “Gawet, it me. Pwince Jaspew.” Gwendolyn, previous Gareth Smith, head of the Prince’s Guard, continued to stare. Jas held up the amulet for her to see. “Look.”
“That looks like the amulet the Prince showed me,” Gwendolyn murmured, inspected the necklace. Before the coup, Prince Jasper had shown Gareth the amulet and told him of Anya’s plan to transform him, should the worst happen. Jas was incredibly relieved he had done so, as without it, he doubted he could convince Gwendolyn of his true identity. “…My Prince?”
“Yes!” Jas said. He patted Gwendolyn’s face sadly. “I sowwy fow what they do to you.” The members of the Royal Guard who had been unable to escape were transformed by the rebel force’s witches. Now, the previously muscular and masculine Gareth was nursemaid Gwendolyn, with a perfect hourglass figure and lactating breasts to feed her young charges.
“It is worth it to know you are safe,” Gwendolyn whispered. “And to be honest, my Prince, this is the safest place for you right now. If you were out of diapers, you would have been given away to one of the new noble families or worse.” Jas let out a soft whimper of fear at the thought. He felt a spurt of pee enter his diaper.
“What happen me?” Jas asked. He wasn’t aware of any updates on what would be happening to the inhabitants of the Royal Nursery, as the rebels and nursery staff didn’t talk about it much. Any conversations were primarily the rebels aggressively flirting with the former Royal Guards.
“Start nursing, my Prince. I will explain while you feed. Cal will grow suspicious if I take too long,” Gwendolyn said. Jas obediently latched onto one of Gwendolyn’s nipples and began to suckle. “The new ruler has decreed that the diapered royal children may be given to any rebels or rebel allies who wish to have them. With the caveat that the children be not told of their royal heritage. Some of the rebels have already begun to discuss which children they want. It should not surprise you that Cal wishes to adopt you as his son.”
It didn’t surprise Jas. Jas wondered if something was off about the transformation, as he regularly messed himself more often than the other children his current age. But while that drove most of the rebels away, Cal continued to be endeared towards Jas, calling him “Prince Poopy” more often than “Jas”. Jas supposed it could be worse. At least Cal was skilled in childcare, something Cal had mentioned during a diaper change was due to helping to raise his younger siblings. And Cal didn’t begrudge Jas’s many bowel movements.
“Knowing who you truly are, I think it would be best for both of us if I return Cal’s affections,” Gwendolyn continued. Jas was Cal’s favorite nursery inhabitant, but Gwendolyn was Cal’s favorite nursery staff. Cal constantly pinched Gwendolyn’s ass or groped her large breasts or even kissed her. “Cal intends to adopt you. I will do what I must to be able to continue to care for you.”
Jas finished nursing. Gwendolyn was covering herself up when Cal opened the door. Cal walked over to Gwendolyn. He kissed her on the cheek. To Jas’s shock, Gwendolyn kissed Cal on the lips. Cal broke away, shocked.
“What was that about?” he asked.
“I finally realized how much I am attracted to you,” Gwendolyn purred. “I fought my feelings for so long due to who I used to be. But I can do so no longer.” Jas couldn’t help but be impressed and in awe of how determined Gwendolyn was to continue her duty to protect him. Truly, he had picked the best possible head of his Guard.
“Really?” Cal asked. Gwendolyn nodded. “Huh. Well, that is good news. I was finally given permission to bring Prince Poopy home, and told that I could bring one of the nursery staff to help take care of him. I planned on Heather, as she has not tried to fight back, but you are the fairest of the lot.” Cal held out his arms. Gwendolyn handed Jas over. Cal beamed at Jas. “My son, you will be coming to your new home tonight!”