Smallsteps

Small steps: you said that obi has to fight his instincts that tell him to act like a toddler. Is his mental age going to start regressing to match his physical age?

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Slowly crawling into Plo’s lap, Obi-Wan struggled not to sniffle as
the kel dor carefully helped him with a little boost into his lap and
tucked his arms around him, the claws gently stroking away tears that
Obi-Wan hadn’t noticed falling down his face.

“Oh Obi-Wan, are you hurt?” The man murmured quietly as he rested
his claw on the others knees.

“No… just sore.” Obi-Wan whispered, settling against the kel
dor quietly. “I keep tripping over my own legs.” He mumbled out
and settled his hands folded in his lap so he couldn’t give into
his urge to stick his thumb in his mouth and suck on.

Giving a little sniffle again, he looked around the council room and
then licked his lips. “I apologize for being late. I… I was
taking a nap.” He admitted, half ashamed and half horrified.

Yoda’s ears rose then fell before he smiled gently at him. “In a
normal state you are not Obi-Wan, understand that certain things are
different now. Memories the same are, bodies, emotions and instincts
however changed is.” The old troll waved his clawed hand lightly.
“Understand we shall, Force changed you are, allowed
particularities you are.”

Staring at his great grandmaster, Obi-Wan finally nodded and then let
his head flop against Plo’s chest with a soft noise.

“I am a bit worried about Master Kenobi’s age regression though,
memorial its not there but behavioral and instinct vise, it is clear
that he is affected.” Mace rubbed his chin with a small worried
frown. “I’m not saying we should bar you from the chambers.”
Mace quickly assured when Obi-Wan raised his head from the kel dor’s
chest in alarm. “Just that we take everything with a pinch of salt
and perhaps review your answers carefully.”

Staring at the Korun for a few moments Obi-Wan breathed out and
eventually settled his head back on the master’s chest. He
understood, he honestly did but that didn’t mean he was reacting as
he normally and logically would because of the way he was being
affected by the deaging.

Slowly he twisted his hands into his tunics then made a soft noise.

As he listened to the news from the war roll in and flow over him, he
felt claws gently trail through his hair and felt his chin start to
nod downwards.

For all his willpower, he couldn’t manage to remain wake and fell
asleep, curled against Plo’s warm chest.

“…He would never have fallen asleep if he was within his full
range of power.” Mace rumbled, staring at Obi-Wan as Plo carefully
gathered the boy to his chest and tucked his robe around the adult in
a child’s body, keeping him warm.

“I agree with you Mace.” Adi offered quietly. “But its also
clear he can’t help it. For all that its Obi-Wan’s mind in a
child’s body, he is also suffering from the affect of being a child
which requires naps and sleep. We should honestly be grateful that he
can speak clearly and still has his memories. As I remember, he
lisped as a child.” She smiled faintly. “Adorable as it might be
to us, it would be mortifying for Obi-Wan.” She sighed.

“I suggest we continue forward as we have.” Plo murmured to a few
nods. “Obi-Wan needs some form for normalcy, if only to keep his
mental faculties as tethered as possible, be it council meetings or
interaction with his former padawan and his men, we can’t take this
away from him even if we examine his answers more then usual.” He
caressed the soft hair slowly.

There was some quiet agreement before the rest of the council
continued with Obi-Wan resting in Plo’s lap, his soft breathing
filling the little lulls.

Small steps: you said that obi has to fight his instincts that tell him to act like a toddler. Is his mental age going to start regressing to match his physical age?

Posted on av swmoddy

Slowly crawling into Plo’s lap, Obi-Wan struggled not to sniffle as
the kel dor carefully helped him with a little boost into his lap and
tucked his arms around him, the claws gently stroking away tears that
Obi-Wan hadn’t noticed falling down his face.

“Oh Obi-Wan, are you hurt?” The man murmured quietly as he rested
his claw on the others knees.

“No… just sore.” Obi-Wan whispered, settling against the kel
dor quietly. “I keep tripping over my own legs.” He mumbled out
and settled his hands folded in his lap so he couldn’t give into
his urge to stick his thumb in his mouth and suck on.

Giving a little sniffle again, he looked around the council room and
then licked his lips. “I apologize for being late. I… I was
taking a nap.” He admitted, half ashamed and half horrified.

Yoda’s ears rose then fell before he smiled gently at him. “In a
normal state you are not Obi-Wan, understand that certain things are
different now. Memories the same are, bodies, emotions and instincts
however changed is.” The old troll waved his clawed hand lightly.
“Understand we shall, Force changed you are, allowed
particularities you are.”

Staring at his great grandmaster, Obi-Wan finally nodded and then let
his head flop against Plo’s chest with a soft noise.

“I am a bit worried about Master Kenobi’s age regression though,
memorial its not there but behavioral and instinct vise, it is clear
that he is affected.” Mace rubbed his chin with a small worried
frown. “I’m not saying we should bar you from the chambers.”
Mace quickly assured when Obi-Wan raised his head from the kel dor’s
chest in alarm. “Just that we take everything with a pinch of salt
and perhaps review your answers carefully.”

Staring at the Korun for a few moments Obi-Wan breathed out and
eventually settled his head back on the master’s chest. He
understood, he honestly did but that didn’t mean he was reacting as
he normally and logically would because of the way he was being
affected by the deaging.

Slowly he twisted his hands into his tunics then made a soft noise.

As he listened to the news from the war roll in and flow over him, he
felt claws gently trail through his hair and felt his chin start to
nod downwards.

For all his willpower, he couldn’t manage to remain wake and fell
asleep, curled against Plo’s warm chest.

“…He would never have fallen asleep if he was within his full
range of power.” Mace rumbled, staring at Obi-Wan as Plo carefully
gathered the boy to his chest and tucked his robe around the adult in
a child’s body, keeping him warm.

“I agree with you Mace.” Adi offered quietly. “But its also
clear he can’t help it. For all that its Obi-Wan’s mind in a
child’s body, he is also suffering from the affect of being a child
which requires naps and sleep. We should honestly be grateful that he
can speak clearly and still has his memories. As I remember, he
lisped as a child.” She smiled faintly. “Adorable as it might be
to us, it would be mortifying for Obi-Wan.” She sighed.

“I suggest we continue forward as we have.” Plo murmured to a few
nods. “Obi-Wan needs some form for normalcy, if only to keep his
mental faculties as tethered as possible, be it council meetings or
interaction with his former padawan and his men, we can’t take this
away from him even if we examine his answers more then usual.” He
caressed the soft hair slowly.

There was some quiet agreement before the rest of the council
continued with Obi-Wan resting in Plo’s lap, his soft breathing
filling the little lulls.

How about a de-aged obi wan? Like out on a mission during the clone wars with Anakin/Cody/everyone, and somehow gets turned into a baby/toddler? He could have his memories and just be a toddler in body, or be fully baby, up to you! I think it would be so cute to see everyone else go gaga over how cute he is. Bonus is if he council members who knew him as a baby desperately want to see him/cuddles him!

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It was a terrible sensation, trying to resist the urge to suck on his
thumb but Obi-Wan resisting valiantly or as valiantly as he could
against his new body. His mind was telling him one thing and his body
was telling him another in the requirement of comfort that he needed.

But then again according to his mind he was thirty six and according
to his body he was three and a half and prone to tripping over his
own legs because he either had no balance anymore or took much too
long steps because his mind believed he had longer legs then he
actually now possessed.

Which would end with him face planting into whatever ground he was
at, be it a durasteel floor, dusty stamped down ground or grass.

Huffing a bit to himself, Obi-Wan pushed himself up on his butt and
sat there as he firmly pinched his lips together to avoid sniffling
or crying because he was not going to start crying over something as
stupid as tripping over his own stupid legs.

But even as he thought that he could feel his eyes well with idiotic
tears over such a small inconvenience.

“Sir are you alright?” Cody quickly knelt down beside him.

His troopers had as gallantly as they could tried not to change their
behavior around him, outside of insisting that he not try to battle
against droids and Sith in the nude as when the change had occurred
they had not had any clothes for the man turned into a small toddler.

The stupid Sith holocron blowing up had practically electrocuted
Obi-Wan and then… poof, he’d been trapped in his own clothes in
the middle of a battlefield with droids and troopers firing all
around.

Taking a deep breath that came suspiciously close to a sniffle,
Obi-Wan nodded. “Yes commander. I just fell… again… for the
eight time today.” He shifted and pushed himself up slowly, rubbing
the rolled up sleeve of his giant tunic turned into a dress under his
nose.

Cody hesitated but stood too. “Sir I could carry you. I could carry
you up to the council chamber.” The man murmured.

Obi-Wan stared down at his tiny feet wrapped in strips of cloth to
create makeshift shoes. It would take him a long time to walk that
entire way but until now he had resisted that particular
mortification of being carried.

But Obi-Wan was already feeling tired of walking. “…Please
Commander, I would… very much appreciate if you’d help me to the
council.” He settled on quietly and lifted his arms up towards the
other man, letting him lift him onto his armored hip as the rest of
the 212th pretended nothing was happening, being the
professional they were even as the rest of the hanger was either
outright staring or trying to be discrete about it.

“Of course sir, we’ll get there fast as hyperspeed.” Cody
assured and started walking, arms around the General turned into a
toddler, one below him and one around him to keep him supported.

One of the things Obi-Wan was looking forward to now that they were
back in the temple was to get an entire set of clothes.

He was feeling very… underdressed.

And he had to resist the humiliation of hiding his face in Cody’s
chest as people couldn’t seem to stop staring at him, the Jedi able
to tell who he was from his Force signature as Cody moved as quickly
as he could through the halls of the Jedi temple.

The staring still didn’t prepare him for the reaction of the rest
of the council as they stared and prodded at him with the Force at
him before Depa slowly stood and accepted Obi-Wan from Cody, staring
at him with wide eyes before she moved to her chair and settled down
with him on her lap, gently touching the bruises on his knobby knees
from falling and touching his tiny chubby hands.

And then she hugged him, arms wrapping tight around his slim and tiny
body. “Oh Obi-Wan, why is it always you?” She whispered, voice
raw and emphatic.

Obi-Wan’s breath hitched at that before he buried his face into her
chest and did something no three year old would ever be ashamed of
doing.

He started sobbing hard and heavy while fisting his hands into his
fellow councilor’s tunic.

He really wished he knew why it always was him.

How about a de-aged obi wan? Like out on a mission during the clone wars with Anakin/Cody/everyone, and somehow gets turned into a baby/toddler? He could have his memories and just be a toddler in body, or be fully baby, up to you! I think it would be so cute to see everyone else go gaga over how cute he is. Bonus is if he council members who knew him as a baby desperately want to see him/cuddles him!

Posted on av swmoddy

It was a terrible sensation, trying to resist the urge to suck on his
thumb but Obi-Wan resisting valiantly or as valiantly as he could
against his new body. His mind was telling him one thing and his body
was telling him another in the requirement of comfort that he needed.

But then again according to his mind he was thirty six and according
to his body he was three and a half and prone to tripping over his
own legs because he either had no balance anymore or took much too
long steps because his mind believed he had longer legs then he
actually now possessed.

Which would end with him face planting into whatever ground he was
at, be it a durasteel floor, dusty stamped down ground or grass.

Huffing a bit to himself, Obi-Wan pushed himself up on his butt and
sat there as he firmly pinched his lips together to avoid sniffling
or crying because he was not going to start crying over something as
stupid as tripping over his own stupid legs.

But even as he thought that he could feel his eyes well with idiotic
tears over such a small inconvenience.

“Sir are you alright?” Cody quickly knelt down beside him.

His troopers had as gallantly as they could tried not to change their
behavior around him, outside of insisting that he not try to battle
against droids and Sith in the nude as when the change had occurred
they had not had any clothes for the man turned into a small toddler.

The stupid Sith holocron blowing up had practically electrocuted
Obi-Wan and then… poof, he’d been trapped in his own clothes in
the middle of a battlefield with droids and troopers firing all
around.

Taking a deep breath that came suspiciously close to a sniffle,
Obi-Wan nodded. “Yes commander. I just fell… again… for the
eight time today.” He shifted and pushed himself up slowly, rubbing
the rolled up sleeve of his giant tunic turned into a dress under his
nose.

Cody hesitated but stood too. “Sir I could carry you. I could carry
you up to the council chamber.” The man murmured.

Obi-Wan stared down at his tiny feet wrapped in strips of cloth to
create makeshift shoes. It would take him a long time to walk that
entire way but until now he had resisted that particular
mortification of being carried.

But Obi-Wan was already feeling tired of walking. “…Please
Commander, I would… very much appreciate if you’d help me to the
council.” He settled on quietly and lifted his arms up towards the
other man, letting him lift him onto his armored hip as the rest of
the 212th pretended nothing was happening, being the
professional they were even as the rest of the hanger was either
outright staring or trying to be discrete about it.

“Of course sir, we’ll get there fast as hyperspeed.” Cody
assured and started walking, arms around the General turned into a
toddler, one below him and one around him to keep him supported.

One of the things Obi-Wan was looking forward to now that they were
back in the temple was to get an entire set of clothes.

He was feeling very… underdressed.

And he had to resist the humiliation of hiding his face in Cody’s
chest as people couldn’t seem to stop staring at him, the Jedi able
to tell who he was from his Force signature as Cody moved as quickly
as he could through the halls of the Jedi temple.

The staring still didn’t prepare him for the reaction of the rest
of the council as they stared and prodded at him with the Force at
him before Depa slowly stood and accepted Obi-Wan from Cody, staring
at him with wide eyes before she moved to her chair and settled down
with him on her lap, gently touching the bruises on his knobby knees
from falling and touching his tiny chubby hands.

And then she hugged him, arms wrapping tight around his slim and tiny
body. “Oh Obi-Wan, why is it always you?” She whispered, voice
raw and emphatic.

Obi-Wan’s breath hitched at that before he buried his face into her
chest and did something no three year old would ever be ashamed of
doing.

He started sobbing hard and heavy while fisting his hands into his
fellow councilor’s tunic.

He really wished he knew why it always was him.