Growing to the Norm

It was almost the next day when Abe Dell, who was age progressing by nearly a year per day, in a world where gender roles were flipped, that he was able to walk and talk. Around the house he was wearing what amounted to baggy pink sleep shirts. Their scent and famiarity told him that these were actually his shirts in this alternative reality before applying his orgasm triggered age regression. He was still breastfeeding from Abigail, but to fuel his progression he was quickly sucking her dry at each feeding and was given supplemental baby bottles of formula.

"Go go go go, YES!" Aberdeen shouted at the TV, watching football. In his life prior to the Rulebook, Abe was never much of a sportsball person, now it seemed that wasn't an expected or assumed interest.

Instead he was met with very pink and banal children's shows, except they were refered to as "cock slop", anything aimed at men was demeaning or infantalizing. Retroactive memories of this alternative reality bubbled up. Growing up with his family, he and his father spending a lot of time doing their make up, Abe learning to braid his father's beard, playing with dolls in a gated play area, while his mother and harem aunts occasionally interrupted them so his dad could cook dinner or go eat "special dinner".

Now adopted in this harem, he had "special dinner" all the time, Aberdeen, Abigail, Abebi, and Abbelina would ride a train on his face until his bib was soaked in juices. It was a foregone expectation that he demonstrate his appreciation of that attention by doing the cooking and cleaning like any good man should. For now he was too young to do any of those things, but in two weeks time, he would need to get back in the kitchen.

The game soon ended, Aberdeen changed the channel for Abe Dell, not cock slop, but a "dick flick", soap opera melodrama meant to appeal to the more emotional gender. Abe Dell was hooked, the romance, the tense pauses as diapers were checked. He couldn't help but rub the front of his own.

"Abe!" Called out Abigail, her hands on her hips, see through negligee straining to hold her enlarged bosom. His hands were quick to snap away from their risqué activity.

"Just because you aren't in a cage doesn't mean you can milk yourself silly. That isn't yours to play with, that belongs to us, remember?" The blonde scolded him. After she had rebirthed him, that was more true now than before. He looked down in shame.

"Eem sowwy no no no pway pet..." He lisped childishly. He may have been adult in mind but it took a lot of effort and concentration to sound mature. Easier to use small words.

"I should give you a spanking, but it's not entirely your fault..." Abigail said, sitting next to him. Since the unbirth and rebirth, she had been treated him differently, the romantic and maternal love mingling. He was her special baby boy now. If his rapid growth didn't preclude a cock cage and the locking mittens, her newfound leniency saved his bottom.

She futzed with her bra cups, removing them. Abe needed nothing else said. He snuggled into his mommy girlfriend's lap and latched on for another feeding. For now it didn't look weird, but Abe Dell imagined how embarrassed he would be in a few days, looking like a ten year old but still at his mama's teat. While men are infantalized their whole life, even in this world they still weaned at the normal time, just never broken of pacifier usage or bottle feeding. Still of the few milestones men experienced, holding your own baba meant you weren't a baby.

The front door opened, Abebi and Abbelina were home. "Hey babe." Abebi said, kissing Abigail. Abbelina went into the kitchen.

"How was work honey?" Abigail asked.

"Same as it ever is. Really wish Abe was his regular age, I need that tongue back to work. Mind if I fuck your face tonight?"

"Go right ahead, I feel like I still have 'new mom brain' and the adult attention would do me good. Honestly just feel like a milk cow." Abigail told her, before looking down at Abe, "And I'm so happy to do it, yes I am, but kitty needs a tongue bath." She cooed.

And that's how the next few days went, Abe rapidly growing but being treated like a baby, the harem changing, bathing, and feeding him, only to quickly tuck him in for a nap before noisy coitus was made. Soon he was an adult again, the pink sleep shirt now fitting properly, but with the assurance that now it wouldn't hurt him, a manly pink chastity cage was locked in place to assure his out of control and almost constantly leaking penis wouldn't be self abused.