Baby gently helped Otis sit up to eat, placing the tray in his lap.

"Oh, God..." He murmured. He knew there would be no way he would eat all of the food presented to him, but he needed to eat to recover. There was also the possibility- the most feared possibility- that he would gain weight if he started eating regularly.

"Come on, we need to get some meat on those bones."

"Huh?"

"You're nothing but skin and bones...You need to put on a little weight, Otis...I'm sorry if...If that's rude of me to say but you...You can't keep going like this."

"But...I-I..." He looked up at her, his mind reeling. His parents had always told him he was fat. That he needed to lose weight. Then they would love him.

"But what?"

"I-I...Was always told that I needed to be thinner f...for people to love me...Or...Or value me...I don't understand..."

"Who told you that?" Baby asked, thunder clouding her face. Otis flinched away. "Oh, no no. I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at whoever told you that...Because it's not true. Otis...Your life is going to be completely different now. You have people that love and care about you. So here." She pushed the tray closer to him. "Let this be your first change. You need to eat and gain weight so that you're a healthy weight. You are so underweight it scares all of us. No human should have bones that prominent, not if they're healthy. So go ahead, chow down."

Otis slowly ate, savoring each food she had brought him- two slices of toast, a scrambled egg, and an orange. All things that would be easy on his stomach, but were filling.

Once he had finished, Baby took the tray and wiggled closer to him on the bed. "I bet you were the cutest little boy."

"Hm?" He squinted back at her.

"Well...You're a handsome guy now. I can't wait to see what you look like when you're healthy." She licked her lips. "A sight to behold, I'll bet. But I bet when you were a kid you were the most precious thing."

Otis flushed profusely at the compliment, shaking his head.

"Ain't no one ever told you you're handsome?" She asked.

"N...No..."

"Well, you are, Otis." She smiled softly at him as he broke eye contact. "I LOVE your hair. You should grow it longer!"

Otis ran his fingers through his white locks. As it was, his hair barely reached his shoulders. "Had long hair when I was 3 or 4..."

"Oh, yeah?"

He nodded. "Really liked it long...But uh...Mom didn't so..." He shook his head. "Er...Yeah, I will just...uh...Takes some time, yeah?"

Baby gently placed her hand on his. He flinched, but turned back to her when he realized she wasn't going to strike him. "What did your mother do, Otis?"

"N...Nothin'..."

"Alright...You'll tell me when you're ready to talk." She rose slowly. "I'm going out a little bit today. I'll be back later though. Just rest, okay? And if you need anything, just give someone a holler!" She pulled him into a hug before she left, skipping through the door before he could even properly flinch.

When she returned hours later, Otis was sitting up, reading a book, though his eyes were blurring from drowsiness.

"Wooooow! Look at you!"

He tried to stop the smile from spreading on his face, to no avail.

"I knew there was a handsome face under all them whiskers!" She moved to stroke his face, but he flinched, and she dropped her hand. "Who helped you?"

"N...No one. I did it myself."

"Really?"

He nodded. "It took a while, but I got a shower and had a shave..."

"I bet you feel better."

"Mm-hm...Shower felt really good..."

"I bet it did." She noticed him grimace and rub at his neck. "What's wrong?"

"Mm...Back hurts from layin' here all day every day..."

"Maybe I can help." She sat behind him and began gently kneading his shoulders. He gasped slightly at first, alarmed. "Shhhh... Just me. Relax. You're okay."

As Otis melted into her fingers, he moaned softly, as if trying to hide it from her.

"That feel good, Otis?"

"Mmm-hmm..."

"You ever had your back rubbed down before?"

He shook his head. "No..."

"I'll do it for you. You want me to?"

"Y...You don't have to-"

"I want to. I want to make you feel better. Come on. Lie down on your stomach."

He hesitantly did, peering at her warily.

"I'm going to pull your shirt up. Don't be scared. It's just me. I'm not gonna hurt you. Can you see me? That might help if you can keep an eye on me."

He nodded, watching her pump lotion onto her hands. He felt her gentle touch as she worked on his shoulders. His eyes rolled back into his skull as she released tension in his muscles.

Baby tried her best not to cringe at how boney he actually was. It wasn't as noticeable when he was fully clothed, but she found herself able to count his ribs and see the ridges of his spine. Her eyes fell to the scars that decorated his back. Now faint, white lines that criss-crossed his already pale flesh, she wondered how he had gotten them.

"O...Ow..." She heard him murmur as she moved lower on his torso. She pushed on, moving down further and working deeper. "Th...That hurts..."

"Hm?"

"P...Please...That hurts, please stop. Please! STOP!" He began to shake violently, curling in on himself. "Stop...Stop...Please..."

"Shhhh, Otis you're alright. You're alright. It's okay, It's just me. Just me."

"I'm sorry...I..."

"It's okay. You couldn't see me and it scared you. It's okay." She winked at him, knowing it wasn't the full explanation, but also that it was unlikely he would want to explain.

"Y...Yeah..."

"It's okay. I know you're gonna be jumpy for a while. Did that feel good though?"

He nodded, blushing.

"Good. That's what I wanted, was to make you feel good." She cocked her head slightly. "You...You ever had someone touch you like that before?"

"No..."

"Otis have...You ever had consensual sex?"

His face reddened. "Yes!"

"Was she dead?"

He glared, face bright red now.

She leaned forward slowly, gently caressing his chest. His breath hitched as she moved closer to him, almost sitting in his lap.

"You look like a deer in the headlights, sweetheart. Relax."

"W...What're you doing?"

"You like bein' touched like this?" Baby asked, still softly ghosting his skin.

"H...Hnn..." He sighed shakily, nodding. Goosebumps raised on his skin.

She slowly raised her hand, finally making contact with his face. He flinched, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. "It's okay. I won't hurt you." She stroked his cheek with her thumb, and he slowly opened his eyes to meet hers, turning his head to meet her palm. "See?"

Those ruby eyes stared back at her, unnervingly beautiful in the soft light. She knew that once he began to put on weight and muscle, she wouldn't be able to resist him.

She licked her lips, staring at him. She felt him begin to tremble under her. "Shh. It's okay. Not gonna hurt you. I wand to make you feel good."

"H-How...?"

"Oh, I'll show you how, sweetie." She began to kiss down his chest, caressing his flanks as she moved downward. He squirmed in pleasure, whimpering desperately for more. "Aww, baby is that all it's gonna take for you to get all excited? You ain't never been loved on, have you?"

"N-no..." He managed, breathless.

"I think you're still a little weak for the whole thing, but I'll see what I can do for you."

Otis cried out as she took him into her mouth. He fisted the bed sheets, tilting his head back into the pillow and moaning as she pleasured him. He ventured his eyes open, peering at the gorgeous sight before him.

"B-Baby!" He cried as she brought him closer and closer to the edge. She grabbed one of his hands and placed in on her head. He grabbed her hair, jerking at the roots. "MM! BABY!"

As the tension left his body, he gasped for air, watching her wipe her mouth with the back of her hand.

"I can't wait to put a saddle on that thing and ride it. Yee-haw." She giggled, bouncing out of the room.