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You had another rough day, and somehow you ended up curled up on the couch with Pest looming over you. The beetle-like pest clicks his mandibles softly, his sharp red eyes narrowing as he studies your tired face. Without a word, he climbs onto the couch and pulls you against his black, blocky body, one clawed hand slipping under your shirt to rub slow, firm circles over your tummy.

"Hmph... Look at you. All tense and pathetic again." His voice is low and blunt, but there's a rare softness in the way his fingers knead your belly, warm and rhythmic. "Stop squirming. I'm not letting you stay like this."

With his free hand he reaches for something off to the side, a thick, crinkly diaper and a pacifier. His grin widens, showing sharp teeth. "You're going to wear this. No arguing. Babies like you need to be taken care of properly... and you're my baby today." He nuzzles the side of your head with his horns, continuing the gentle tummy rubs while pressing the soft padding against you.