Take 2 Times 2? Past Book 2

4 Being a kid again

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The remaining of that first day work went ok, I guess. I was bringing to life what was in my head. I could feel the pressure in my head start to come back, but it was manageable. Just a little headache. I was remembering the stuff that I just glanced at and was typing it out. And as I was doing that sitting there, focusing so hard on what I was doing, nothing else mattered. Panther was sitting somewhere in the room reading, I think. Until I finished one of the many pages I was working on. Then Panther got up and came over to me. He stopped me and said it was time for a brake. My first response was to say "I not done. I do more." But he was not having it. I guess I had worked long enough for now because he swung the monitor away from me. Then he swing the keyboard away as well. He put his arms out to pick me up and I did the same knowing I couldn't resist him. As he picked me up I noticed the weight that was not coming from me. I had wet myself and didn't even know when it happened. As he walked us to my room I looked at the clock on the wall. It had been about 2 hours since I first sat down to start.

Panther took me to my room and put me on the changing table. He undid the snaps between my lags and got me cleaned up really quick. After snapping my clothes back together he picked me up and took me to the kitchen instead of the office where I was before. I was a little out of it as I was put in me hi-chair. A bottle was put in front of me and that's when I noticed that I was both thirsty and hungry. I grabbed the bottle and started to drink it down. It wasn't water or juice in the bottle this time. It was an odd tasting white stuff this time. I kept drinking it because I was just so thirsty. After I was about half way done with it my headache started to go away and I felt so much better. I knew I could go back to work. But, I was not aloud yet. I guess it was dinner time.

Still being tired I just sat there until a fork full of food was put to my lips. I just opened my mouth and started eating. Every time a new spoon or fork full of food came to my mouth, I opened to except it. Finally, I was full and I slumped in my seat. The next spoon full of food was put to my lips but being full I turned my head saying "Nooo". It was taken away and I just sat there. I finally noticed that others not only were there, but they were talking. Not to me, but to each other. The whole time I was there I hadn't noticed that anyone was there, much talking.

I kept an eye on everyone and when there was a paws in the conversation I started to talk. I asked what they were talking about. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at me. Panther looked at me and said "You with us now? You have been so quiet. I've been a little worried." I told him that I was a little out of it, but I'm feeling better now. I also asked what was in the bottle I drank. He said "That was baby formula. It has more Vitamins in it for growing boys like you. So you might want to get used to it." I started to protest that I wasn't a baby, but stopped myself. I was a baby. And I guess they new better then I did what I would need.

I was aloud to go back to work after dinner but only for about another hour. Then I was stopped for the night. Panther said that I needed some time to be a kid before I went to bed. I didn't really know what he was talking about until he picked me up and we went to the living room and sat down on the couch to watch a movie. It was a Disney movie called The Lion King. I made it maybe a quarter of the was throw it before I passed out in Panthers arms.

I woke up the next morning in my cage. I guess I really should start calling it my crib not a cage. But it really felt like a cage. I was naked except for the diaper I was wearing. I didn't remember getting picked up and taken to my room much less being stripped down and put in my crib. I was not tucked in like before. My covers where a mess all over the place. I guess that's why I was still sleeping in this crib. That way I wouldn't fall out of bed. There was also a bottle right next to me that was less then half full. I took a drink and immediately spat it out. It tasted nasty. Like sour milk, only worse. I ended up getting it all over my chest and stomach. I used my hand and arm to try to get the taste out of my mouth. And that's when Husky came in laughing a little and saying "Didn't taste good I take it?" I couldn't say anything as I was still trying to get the nasty taste out of my mouth. "Let's get you out of that diaper and in to a nice bath. Here's a bottle you might like a little better." He handed me a bottle that had juice in it and I started to chug it, washing away that nasty taste.