Jeff woke up the next morning in his crib. He felt something in his bowels, and try as he might, he couldn't hold it back. He felt the messy crap enter his diaper. He started crying idmeatedly. His mother came rushing in, and took his diaper off. She wiped his pussy and butt, and then rubbed baby powder all over it. Then a new, fresh diaper was put on his butt. He was cuddled in his mother's arm. Like every morning, his mother unclasped her bra, and her breast was unleashed infront of him. As always, he grabbed it and sucked on the nipple. When he was done he started to listen to his mom and sister talking to eachother.
"So, what are you doing in school?" his mother
"Well, in my math ajsk, I'm keiron ekot askdj oiew" his sister replied. Jeff realized half the words she was saying weren't making since.
"I see, wkje, wieruew dsfoe ppwer nker" his mother said. Jeff soon realized it wasn't that what they were saying wasn't making since, but he couldn't understand it. He was losing his intelegence. He was just like a baby now, unable to understand anything, unable to read, to write, to get along in the world. He, or she, would have to rely completly on his mom. He snuggled up close to her, and fell asleep.