"Now, open wide...!"

"Ahhhhh..." Kyle half-heartedly played along.

"Good boy!" she complimented as she placed the spoonful of peaches into his mouth. It wasn't quite as disgusting as Kyle was dreading, but it was still something he didn't really like; the texture just felt off to him. He would have spit it out, but he was too hungry to be picky, especially since he might get another round of shocks as punishment for his disobedience.

(This's embarrassing...how did I get here...?)

As he was being fed like a baby, Kyle racked his brains over what led up to this moment. He recalled images, sounds, feelings: A club, pulsating music, the taste of alcohol, the sensation of letting loose and forgetting responsibilities and stress...but still nothing concrete. Was he drugged and brought here when he was incapacitated? Did he get so drunk that he agreed to whatever Corrine had set up? Was all that just a dream? Nothing made sense to the young man, no matter how hard he thought about it.

"All gone! You must've really liked that, huh?"

Kyle was brought back to reality by Corrine's words, focusing his eyes on her.

"Y...Yeah...um, I'm still kinda hungry..."

"I bet! What's next?"

"Um...I could go for some applesauce..."

"Sure thing, sweetie!"

Corrine soon came back with the applesauce, and fed it to Kyle. This one wasn't as weird as the peaches, but he still found himself wishing he could have solid food instead.

"How's Mommy's little angel doing this morning?" she asked.

"Fime..." Kyle answered with his mouth half-full.

"I've got quite the day planned for you! Once you're all full I'll let you play in the playroom, then it's bonding time with Mommy! After that, I'll cook up a special lunch for my little Kyle, and you'll have a peaceful nap while Mommy relaxes for a bit. Then it's more playtime, dinner, movie time, bathtime, and finally a story before bed! How's that?"

"Ah'kay..." Kyle swallowed his food. "When can I go home?"

"Silly Billy, this is your home!"

"I meant my real home!"

"Why would you go anywhere else when you've got everything here?"

"I dunno, my friends, my family, my job?!"

"You'll meet friends soon, and Mommy's the only family you'll ever need! And don't worry your little head about getting a job, Mommy's got you covered!"

"I...I don't...why are you doing this to me?!" Kyle began to shake with anger.

"Because you're my beautiful, wonderful son!"

Corrine gave him a motherly smile, devoid of any ill intent or hidden agenda, but it did nothing to calm Kyle's worries.

"Ghhh...! I have a real mother! I don't need you!"

"Kyle, if you keep this up, I'll have to put you into time-out!" she warned. "And you won't get any more food 'til lunch! Is that what you want?"

"Nnnn...no..." Again, Corrine's tone set Kyle straight.

"Thank you. Now, are you still hungry?"

"A little...let's try the peas."

"Alright! It's important to get both your fruits and vegetables!"

"Yeah..."

It wasn't long before Corrine had the peas ready for Kyle, and spoonfed them to him. He wasn't sure if it was because he was getting used to the gooey texture of baby food, but he found the vegetable somewhat tasty.

"Corr--Mommy..."

"Yes sweetie?"

"Do...I have any 'brothers' or 'sisters'?"

"No. Kyle's the only child I need to feel like the best mom in the world!"

"I see...I just...get the feeling it'd get pretty lonely in here. Y'know, since it's just the two of us."

"That's why I want you to have friends! I'll set up a playdate so you have some company!"

"Today?"

"No no, it's just you and Mommy today! But soon!"

"Okay..." Kyle couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed.

"You're gonna be popular with all the other kids, Kyle, I just know it!"

"If you say so..."

The rest of his breakfast went by without another word.

"Are you good to go, honey?" Corrine spoke.

"Kinda...I could use a drink, though."

"Oh, I forgot all about your milk!"

Corrine quickly went to the fridge and pulled out a baby bottle filled with milk; like every other baby thing, it was adult-sized.

"I hope this won't make you sick..." she hoped aloud as she wiped Kyle's messy mouth clean with a paper towel.

"I'll be fine..."

Corrine handed her "son" the bottle, and it took him a few seconds to drink from it; he wasn't fully onboard with this, like everything else he had experienced so far.

(This's...actually not too bad...)

Somehow, Kyle found it rather pleasant. The milk was delicious as usual, but the sensation of sucking on the latex nipple to get to it was oddly soothing. It made him ever-so-slightly feel as if he really was a baby again, just drinking without a single care in the world. Everything around him was blocked out as he continued to drink with his eyes closed, oblivious, as the cold beverage slowly trickled down his throat.

"Gosh, you were thirsty!" Corrine spoke, smiling at her "son" as he finished off the bottle.

"Yup..."

Kyle belched and sighed, looking and feeling more content than he had expected.

"Kyle..."

"Um, excuse me..." He blushed.

"You're excused."

Corrine continued to smile as she removed the bib and opened the highchair tray, and Kyle got out.

"Now, go have fun, sweetheart!"

She gave him a gentle double-pat on his diapered butt, which gave him a weird, tingly feeling throughout his body, especially his chest.

"I-I will, Mom," he replied, red-faced.

Kyle walked out of the kitchen and into the playroom. As he got a better look around, he felt even more amazed at all the options laid before him: Building blocks, toy vehicles, coloring books and crayons, stuffed dolls...he never knew that these simple children's playthings could invoke such excitement within him.

(I'll start with this one...)

Kyle walked over to the pile of coloring books and crayons and sat down near them. He felt his diaper press up against him, and he unwillingly moaned in slight pleasure.

(Why does this feel good...? No, it's nothing.)

He shook his head, dispelling the brief, pleasant feeling. He grabbed a coloring book and a box of crayons, flipped the book to a random page, opened the box, and began to color it in. Kyle had landed on a page that depicted a scene from prehistoric times, with dinosaurs, ancient foliage, and an open sky. He filled it in with colors that he thought would appropriately fit the scene, and somehow, he found it oddly relaxing.

(Why am I having such a good time doing something meant for 3-year-olds?)

Kyle once again asked himself that question while he acted like a kid. Ever since he awoke, he had found unexpected joy in what he once thought were utterly unappealing acts: Wearing diapers, eating baby food, coloring, being cared for by an overbearing yet persuasive "mother"...he wondered if he was going insane, or if he really was having genuine fun in this place. Perhaps it was the device locked onto his right ankle that kept him in check; it seemed he was already trained to obey his captor, just to avoid the aching, paralyzing electricity.

"Hoo...done!"

Before he knew it, Kyle had completely colored the drawing, and he proudly smiled. Dinosaurs colored greens and greys, a light blue sky, and green grass and plants. There was an odd sense of satisfaction in having done something he had no difficulties with, but at this point he was starting to get used to the feeling, and thought little of it. He sighed, closing the coloring book and setting it aside.

(What to do next...?)

Kyle tapped is chin as he surveyed the playroom for his next activity. Before he could decide, however, he heard (and felt) rippling come from beneath him. He instinctively blushed, despite the lack of witnesses.

(Oh no...don't tell me I hafta...!)

He placed a hand over his now-gurgling stomach as worry began to set in. He knew what was coming, and was determined to avoid the obvious outcome. Standing up, Kyle quickly traversed the playroom, going up to the first door he could find, along the wall opposite to the kitchen entrance.

"C'mon...!"

He rattled the doorknob, but the door would not open. There was a keyhole in the knob, but obviously Kyle did not have the corresponding key with him. This left him with only one other option: Physical force. He started off relatively gentle, pressing his body up against the door as he continued to grasp the knob. To his dismay, the grunting he did as a result of his effort caused him to toot a little bit; even worse, pushing against the door did nothing.

"Grrr...!" (Alright, if that's how it's gonna be...!)

Kyle backed away several feet from the door, breathing in and out in preparation for his ever-escalating attempts at getting past the lock.

"Kyle! You better stop that at once!"

Corrine's harsh tone stopped him from charging, however. Despite it coming via intercom instead of in-person, Kyle obeyed his "mother", sighing and slouching in defeat.

"Mom, I really need to go!"

"That's what your diaper is for, silly!" Corrine now spoke in her typical matriarchal fashion.

"I'm not going to shi...poop myself!"

"It's okay, sweetie. I'll change you right away!"

"I...I just...!"

Out of his control, a burst of gas expelled out of him, and his bowels growled even louder, this time accompanied with cramps.

"Please, Mom...don't let me do that!" Kyle pleaded, arms around his stomach.

"There's no shame in it, Kyle," Corrine explained. "It's what all babies do, and you won't gross me out. I've changed many diapers in my life, so I've gotten used to it! Just relax and let it happen; you'll feel all better when you do!"

"I...I don't...please...!"

Kyle, with one arm around his stomach,hastily looked around the playroom for another door to try; he settled for one on the wall to his leftfrom the door he just tried to open. However, he had to move slower than usual, and slightly hunched over too, so he could maintain control over his bowels.

(Please open...!)

His desperate prayer was in vain, however, as this door too was locked, and would not open despite his frantic rattling. He tried pushing against it, just like the previous door, but did not have the strength to effectively do it without risking the clean status of his diaper; even with the lessened forced he exerted, Kyle felt himself hiss out of the other end, similar to a balloon deflating.

(No...I-I can't...no...!)

Kyle bit his lip and squinted his eyes as the gurgling and pain continued to intensify. His options had run out, his hope just about depleted.

(I...I have no choice, do I...?)

Defeated, he huffed through his nose, looking down at his stomach. There was nothing he could do except delay the inevitable, and he wanted this over with as soon as possible. Gulping, he stood up as straight as he could, arms at his sides.