eyesight blurs as he became another year younger, he knew that it wasn't smart to do what he just did. Circe was always watching, and if he didn't play by her rules, however unfair they may be, bad things were going to happen. His vision returned and he was once again in a crib, but no one was around. He could feel once again, that there was something warm in his diaper, and trying to stand in his crib only caused him to roll backwards and hit his head on one of the wooden bars. Tears gushed from Kenny's eyes, and a high pitched shreak emerged from his mouth. He couldn't control the reaction, his infantile body was not in his control, no matter how hard he tried. The tears didn't stop until someone came to the door, his mother. Kenny greated her with nothing but a smile, as he had no power to talk in his current form. Circe had made sure he was too young to fight back now, there was no way to communicate with any other adult. Drool dripped from his lip and his mother quickly wiped it away.
"What a good little baby you are Kenny, momma's proud!" She lifted him over her shoulder and walked him over to the changing table, where she proceeded to perform the task that it was named for. She removed his diaper, scrunching her nose at the stinky mass that he had left for her. "What a big poopoo for such a little boy!" she said as she wiped away the rest of the mess and powdered him. She lifted his legs and proceeded to poweder his bottom. She then placed a clean diaper underneath him and dropped his legs back on the table, fastening the crinkling diaper between and around the sides of his legs. Kenny didn't even know what to do to resist anymore, there wasn't much he could do.
Kenny's stomach made a grumbling noise and he looked down at it, then up at his mother you just smiled. "I think my little man is thirsty!" His mother began to take off her top...