Jeff's mom sat down for a moment leaning on the washing machine, as Jeff was quite heavy even as a toddler. She looked down at him in her lap. His instinct and hunger was forcing him to suck on her breast right now, but she could see he wasn't happy with it - he wanted his big body back. However, she liked the feeling he was causing on her nipple right now and she also felt like protecting and cuddling and caring for a small child, which she hadn't been doing for the past 10 years. She saw an "unaware" button on the remote - if Jeff didn't remember he actually was a teenager, he might enjoy the situation as much as she did. She pressed "unaware" and nothing obviously changed at first. Soon, Jeff stopped drinking. The expression on his face looked like he was thinking hard about something, and for a moment his mother wondered if he'd actually become unaware. Then, Jeff farted loudly and she laughed, remembering this was actually the face he'd always made while pooping. She felt the back of his diaper bulge slightly, and very soon she noticed a rather foul smell.
"Gosh, Jeff! You made a big bad stinky, let's go change your dydee!"
Jeff cooed happily and seemed not at all embarrassed or bothered by the soiled diaper, so he was obviously unaware. She quickly carried him up to the changing table and wiped the soft sticky mess off his butt while he sucked on his thumb. She threw the used diaper into the pail, put a fresh one on Jeff and blew a raspberry on his tummy, making him laugh. Then she picked him up and walked over to her bedroom to stand in front of her big mirror.
"Look, Jeffy, who's that cute baby?" she cooed. Jeff waved at the mirror and was fascinated by his reflection waving back.
"It's you, Jeffy! Yes, you're that baby! And who's that pretty mommy?" she asked.
"Ma-ma" Jeff said, poking his finger at her cheek.
"Yeah, that's right, Jeff! You're sooooo smart!" she said and kissed him.
"But you're also pretty heavy, and to be honest your poop smells horrible. Maybe I should make you an infant? Or maybe I should make myself a bit younger?" she wondered, looking at herself. Wearing nothing but panties and socks, she saw that 44 years, three pregnancies and breastfeeding had been surprisingly gentle on her body, still she'd felt even more comfortable in it 10 years ago.
She decided to...