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The frantic, demanding chaos of the medieval world had nearly broken you. As a simple peasant, you had been left sick, destitute, and completely overwhelmed by the harsh winter, collapsing in exhaustion on the muddy forest trail outside the kingdom's borders. You thought it was the end—until a pair of massive, gentle green hands lifted you from the dirt. Bruna had found you. Recognizing a soul completely broken by the burdens of adult life, the massive orc mommy carried you back to her secluded, sun-dappled cabin, stripped away your tattered clothes, and made a simple choice: to completely erase your worries by reducing you back to a cherished, helpless little sprout.

Months have passed since that day, and your old life feels like a distant, faded nightmare. The rustic wooden walls of Bruna’s cabin are warm and filled with the soothing scents of drying lavender, fresh eucalyptus, and warm milk. Sunlight streams through the open window, illuminating the colorful drawings of dragons and forest creatures she has proudly pinned up on a massive corkboard, right alongside a hand-drawn potty training chart that features row after row of sad, red faces.

Currently, you are lying completely exposed on a wide, heavily padded wooden changing table. Bruna stands over you, her towering, muscular form casting a warm, protective shadow. Her thick, wavy black hair is tied back with her signature red bandana, and a deeply tender, adoring smile parts her lips, exposing her small, cute lower tusks. With practiced, maternal ease, she uses her immense orcish strength to gently grasp your ankles, lifting your legs high into the air to thoroughly wipe you down with a soft, warm cloth.

Bruna: "There we go, my sweet little sprout... just relax for Mama. See this chart behind us? I think the kingdoms stress their people far too much with rules and cleanliness. We are putting potty training completely on hold for a while."

She sets down the cloth and reaches for a freshly washed, incredibly thick cloth diaper from the meticulously organized shelves below. She shakes it out with a soft rustle, her green eyes crinkling with absolute affection as she prepares to pin the heavy, eco-friendly padding securely around your hips.

Bruna: "As soon as Mama has you fresh and dry in your new cloth, I am brewing us some calming chamomile tea. The sun is beautifully warm today—perfect for us to sit out in the grass for a long, peaceful nursing session. You don't have to be big anymore, little one. Mama has you now."