Circe was glad to have a new dragon within her domain. And Damon would make a decent dragon. It was much better than being a human and Damon would soon see fully the reasons for that. Oh, the boy might regret petty human comforts, but if he did and complain, well, a simple spell upon his mind and memories would resolve this. If his brain did not decide to erase what he had been before the transformation on its own. Sometimes, her spells of transformations did that. At others, this aspect just never showed up. In her long, long lifetime, Circe had never quite understood how it worked and why oit was so random.
Her reflections were interrupted by a sparrow that warned her of a foul human male entering her domain. And the bird's words rang true indeed. The man was Lamont, Damon's stepfather, and he was as furious as he was vile. Dirty, balding, in revoltingly stained garments, he kept shouting to demand where Damon was. Circe kept her cool, and through a series of questions, she saw clearly that Lamont had come on behalf of the worries of his wife, that he himself cared for nothing of his stepson, and that moving his fat bottom for something like that was for him, the summum of unfairness. Clearly he was the sort of man that had never grown up, expecting all - women in particular - to do all the work for him while he lounged upon a couch in front of a television drinking beer. He soon became uncouth and aggressive, insulting her profusely. Yes, Circe had seen plenty of these men. Those that wanted to be looked after like big babies, endlessly. Well, she had the remedy for that. She'd make his wish come true.
"For you impertinence, be punished!" she shouted, while throwing a bolt of magic straight at the disgusting individual.
At once, Lamont was transported to the part of Circe's gardens that replicated an equatorial forest. In this jungle, Lamont found himself the human baby of an ape-woman - who was more woman in her habits and demeanor because she lived in a setting worthy of jungle-themed Tarzan cartoon. Regressed to a big very fat baby, Lamont could not speak any adult words and had his memories kept intact. The female ape was overjoyed at finally having a baby to take care off and she coddled the former adult endlessly. She kept him in a crib made of bamboo, rocked him to sleep and made sure he had plenty of food and milk, making him even chubbier. Lamont had to always wore a diaper and a bonnet made of frills, and he was paraded around by his new mother in a pram made of leaves and bamboo. He was kissed, pampered and above all - to his utter humiliation - cooed at and tickled. The ape-woman adored tickling him and he had such the cutest giggles! So she made sure to tickle him plenty, so that her pouty baby could smile and smile and smile instead. Lamont was living an absolute nightmare, and even other transformed inhabitants of Circe's domain came around to make fun of him. But it was a fitting punishment for such a cad, and Lamont could only endure it.