[Transmigration]

[Brownsville]

A small neighborhood on the east side of Waste-Mans island.

The island wasn't too detached from land; on a clear day, one could see the outline of the mainland.

This neighborhood was one of many projects on this island; apartment building tightly packed together.

The atmosphere could be said to be very tense and grim from an outsider's perspective.

Grey clouds loomed over the island three out of seven times.

Tonight was the absolute worse; It was down pouring; thunders so loud they sounded like bombs going off; as the lightning struck the ocean, massive waves crashed against the shore.

All this noise deafened the sound of a woman's pain-filled screams going through labor.

She soon delivered as the female doctor congratulated her.

She had given birth to a boy, but not just any boy though.

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'Where am I?'

'Did it actually work?! Holy shit! I think I made it!'

This little pup was no other than our Demon King.

He tried to move around, but his newborn body restricted any and all movement.

'What? Why can't I move?'

The little pup's eyes slowly opened for the first time; A blinding white light invaded his eyes as he squinted uncomfortably, scrunching his baby face.

'Ahhh! Mah eyes! Mah fucking eyes!'

'What type of bullshit is this?! It clearly said that you would transmigrate, but where the hell did it mention anything about being transmigrated into a baby's body?!'

He kept complaining; cursing the old man for allegedly cheating him; cursing all of his fallen enemies for allegedly giving him bad luck; Cursing the world for treating him like shit. He went on and on.

His eyes finally adjusted to the light as he relaxed his face and slowly open his eyes once more.

'Oh! I take it back, I have a mother this time around. Now... I don't think my luck is good enough to bless me with both parents so I can pretty confidently say that she's a widow or something.'

A beautiful woman held her little pup close to her as she laid comfortably on her bed. She was under the sheets, facing her pup with a motherly, caring smile. She gently caressing his soft whiskey cheeks and smooth forehead with her thumb.

Her appearance was very unique; she had reddish-orange fox ears on the top of her head with tufts of white hair coming out of them. She had similar reddish-orange slit eyes with orange eye shadows and long black eyelashes; a black button nose, whiskers on her cheeks, and a furry reddish-orange tail with white underneath.

'So she's a vixen... That makes me her pup, a fox. I could do with this. It ain't a bad start.'

She moved her hand up to caress his cute little fox ears; they were the same as her's, reddish-orange. He didn't have tufts of hair coming out since he was still a newborn pup, after all.

As she touched and played with his ears, as he voiced his protest.

"No! Not there! Anything but that! Come on, that tickles!" He pleaded, but only giggles came out as his face lightened up into an adorable smile.

Hearing him giggle so "happily" made her forget all the pain and fatigue she was feeling, enjoying the moment with a radiant smile of her own.

She soon fell asleep with her hand on her pup's back.

"Finally, I'm tired as hell!"

Grrr

"Awe I'm hungry now... Hello, I'm hungry! Feed me."

He made baby noises as he stared at her face.

"Wait a sec... Don't tell me she fell asleep right now?! What type of parent forgets to feed their baby?"

The Demon King had only two choices, either to cry out or sleep with an empty stomach.

You can guess which option he chose.

He slept with an empty stomach.

He was way too dignified and stuck up to cry for anything. He had a stick up his ass, which didn't allow him to lower his head or beg for anything or for anyone.

When morning came, he was woken up by his stomach growling none stop. Luckily, his mother noticed, and cheerfully woke up.

"Is my little pup hungry?" She asked teasingly as she lightly pinched his chubby cheeks.

"Yea bitch! I've been starving since last night." He tried to communicate, but only baby noises came out of his mouth. He was pissed off, as a cute little frowned showed on his face.

"Ohh, why the frown, were you starving? Why didn't you tell me?" She said, seeing the cute frown on his baby face.

"OHhhh Maaahhh Gooooddd!! She must have an extra chromosome or something. If I could've talked, I wouldn't be here, starving. Now would I?"

"It okay now, you don't have to cry; I'm here baby, Mama's here."

"Who the fuck's crying?! It ain't me! I never cry! Not a single tear will come out these eyes; even if someone's causing a mass genocide of my race. But you can bet your ass I would be royally pissed off."

Our Demon King has been making a lot of noise, screaming his lungs out. She mistook it for crying as she picked him up and rocked him from side to side in her arms.

"I want milk! M.I.L.K! Come on, I feel like I could die any second now. How you gon' kill your own baby?"

At last, hungry was not a problem no more. He finally got what he wanted as she fed him her sweat warm milk directly from her ample breasts. It felt absolutely amazing; it tasted extra good because he was starving. He drank till his little tummy got visibly bigger.

'You never know when you'll eat next with irresponsible parenting such as mine. It's better to fill up a couple of days worth of milk now.'

"Wow! You drink so much! You'll become fat at this rate. Drink slower too, your not in a rush, are you?" She complained as she felt her supply on one side empty completely.

"Hell no! Now let me drink from the other side. And Who cares if I get fat, I'm a baby for god sake!"