"Kyle...wake up...Kyle...!"

The soft, motherly words were the first thing he heard upon exiting the realm of dreams. He had fallen into quite the deep slumber last night, and he just didn't want to open his eyes.

(This's more comfortable...leave me alone...)

"C'mon, sleepyhead! It's a beautiful morning!" the motherly voice spoke again.

"G'way...lemme sleep..." Kyle slurred, pulling the covers over himself.

"Now now, don't be a Grumpy Gus!" she said, as if she were addressing a child.

"Lady, I said..." (Wait...what's...?)

Kyle took the covers off of him and opened his eyes.

"What is this?!"

He expected to be in a bed, perhaps in a motel; instead, he found himself in an adult sized crib, in a room decorated just like a baby's, only the furniture was scaled for a grownup. A changing table, rocking chair, rocking horse, round table, and baby walker were all within his view, partially obstructed by the white bars of his crib. Kyle's eyes then moved toward the crib itself, which had a mobile floating above him, a cowboy-themed blanket covering his body, and a bunny doll that was half his height which rested on the other end, by his feet.

"What am I wearing?!"

When Kyle threw the blanket off of him, he realized that the baby theme didn't just end with his newfound location. He was adorned in a white and pale-yellow striped t-shirt, and...

"I...Is that a...a diaper?!"

He poked at the padding that was strapped around his waist, which had ABCs and 123s all over it; it made a slight crinkle from his morbidly curious inspection.

"Of course! I didn't want my baby boy to leak during the night!"

The woman standing at the foot of his crib looked older than Kyle by about a decade, with long blond hair reaching the middle of her back, and green eyes. She wore a beige long-sleeved shirt and blue shorts.

"Y...You're nuts!" Kyle spoke as he began to tremble in fear. "I-I'm 25-years-old! I'm not a baby!"

"Sweetie, you'll always be Mommy's baby boy!" She gave him a kind smile, which didn't put Kyle at ease.

"But I don't need diapers, o-or this crib, or...any of this crap!"

"I think once you have your breakfast you'll be good to go! Now come on, the day awaits!"

The woman lowered the crib's bars and extended a hand toward Kyle, but he merely pushed it away.

"I can do it myself!" he spoke in irritation as he left the crib on his own.

"My, you really are a Grumpy Gus today..." She shook her head, frowning in disappointment.

"I'm not your son, and I don't want to be treated like a fucking baby! So if you don't mind, I'm gonna--"

Before he could finish his sentence, Kyle felt a painful shock on his right ankle.

"Aaaaaaaaugh!"

He cried out in anguish, falling to his knees. He had missed it earlier, but he now noticed that there was a metallic anklet strapped onto one of his feet.

"Kyle Hayner! I don't know who taught you that word, but you're not to ever say it again!"

He looked up to see the woman looking quite displeased with him, and in her hand was an electronic device of some sort.

"Nnngh! I...I'm sorry..." he spoke with a strained voice, pain still pulsating through him.

"I'll forgive you just this once, but then it's ten minutes with the soap in your mouth! Understand?"

"Y...Yes..."

Standing back up, Kyle instinctively frowned in shame, unable to withstand his "mother's" harsh gaze anymore.

"Good. Now, let's check your diapie..."

Her tone instantly reverted back to its earlier sweetness, as she felt Kyle's diaper area; he wanted to stop her, but he knew it would only mean more pain.

(This may be the fastest I've ever had a woman touch me before...God, that's pathetic!)

"Oh, you're dry!" the woman proudly cooed. "You're growing into a big boy so fast!"

"Th...Thanks..." Kyle could not help but blush and smile at the compliment.

"Of course, sweetie-pie!" She kissed him on the forehead. "Now, let's get some food in that starving belly of yours! This way!"

Kyle took her hand as he was led to the kitchen. The two were about average in height, with him being a little bit taller than her. Kyle too had blond hair and green eyes, as the woman had, and he could not help but wonder if that was the reason why he was abducted. He tried to recall last night's events, but in his still-drowsy state of mind, he could not remember a single thing.

(I don't like this at all...how the hell did I get stuck as some crazy bitch's 'son'?!)

As he was taken to his breakfast, he got a decent glance at his surroundings: It looked like the interior of a house, but it was not quite laid out like one. Kyle was taken from his bedroom to a small hallway, with another door in front of his room. They turned right from Kyle's room and a bit of a ways into a vast playroom, also decorated like a baby's. Toys and games aplenty were scattered about the childishly-designed rug, and despite the situation he was in, Kyle could not help but be in awe, intrigued by what laid before him.

(I...suppose this's kinda cool...)

They traveled through the playroom and into the kitchen, which looked typical with its tiled floors, appliances, and various cabinets and drawers. The only things out of place were the lack of windows, and the adult-sized highchair, whose tray was already open.

"Do I have to sit in that thing?" he moaned.

"Of course! Take a seat!"

Sighing, Kyle did just that, and his "mom" closed the tray. She grabbed a bib resting on the counter near the sink, which was white with a blue trim, and fastened it around his neck. Looking down, Kyle could see that the words "Mama's Boy" were written on it in light-blue letters.

"So...what's on the menu?" he asked.

"I was thinking that we'd start the day off with some baby food!"

"Ugh..." Kyle cringed. "Can I at least get big boy food?"

"But I thought you loved having baby food for breakfast?" The woman frowned.

"You thought wrong. Now, some cereal please."

"No, not after what you said! Mommy says baby food, so you're gonna have baby food!"

"I don't care what you want! I want cereal!" Kyle glared at her.

"Do I have to punish you again?" she warned.

He gulped, now wide-eyed. "N...No..."

"Then let Mommy feed you this morning, okay?"

"Okay..."

"Good!" She smiled. "You're gonna love what I've got for ya!"

Kyle sighed again as his "Mommy" rummaged through the pantry, located to his left.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Corrine! But I'd prefer you call me 'Mommy'!"

"Sure thing, 'Mommy'..."

"Okay!" Corrine placed several jars of baby food onto the highchair's tray. "We've got peaches, peas, carrots, applesauce, mangos, and bananas. What would you like first?"

"Um...I guess peaches sound nice."

"Good choice!"

Corrine removed all the jars from the highchair, and twisted the lid off of the peach one. She grabbed a spoon from a drawer before returning to Kyle, scooping the first spoonful and bringing it close.