The Grand Prodigy Gone Wrong

II

I'm a baby. A rich baby. With rich parents, they definitely have good genes.

He stared at the ceiling for a while, feeling his bottom going something strange.

I definitely have a good future ahead. Thank goodness!

He can't hold it in anymore. He ended up farting.

Ugh. It's gross feeling his own ablution all smeared on his buttocks.

He remembered freaking out when he first woke up before fainting from a hiccup. It did not take him long to remember now that it was his second day. He is still a baby, lying on a crib, everything bigger than him.

He clearly does not know what to feel. He is aware of how uncomfortable his loins are at the moment.

This is not a dream. This is most emphatically not a dream. He is in the novel he read on his own leisurely day.

If it wasn't, he should have noticed his room's familiar ceiling, but he is still in this western-style room, complete with his tiny appendages, squeaky baby voice, and blurry vision.

Kim Rok Soo is a tiny, grumpy infant.

However, Mommy adores Cale. He squirms, feeling the cold sensation of his own shit. He does not even know how to react, but...

He was in another pickle.

FUCK IT! THEY'RE GONNA SEE!

Him, in his birthday suit! I really should not have memories of situations like this! He hoped and prayed for that. The shame and embarrassment of showing off his adorable little penny and round butt while his mother kisses his leg or butt!!! He can not feed or relieve himself without feeling embarrassed.

For fuck's sake, I am 36! He should be sucking his girlfriend's or wife's breast without remorse or conscience, but being a 36-year-old bachelor in an infant's body sucking his mama's breast made him extremely embarrassed. His inner self is screaming at him because he feels like lying to his mama.

The second day, he wakes up with soiled diapers pressed wetly against his but. He can not help but tense up in surprise! He just kept squirming in his crib, with the sensation of being alone in a deserted room.

Should I call for help or not? He contemplated for a while. It's dirty.

It takes him a few minutes of inner debate before he decides, fuck it, and proceeds to wail.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Just swallow your manly pride, Kim Roksu!

It is not long before someone comes to his aid. But, perhaps because Kim Rok Soo is too preoccupied with wailing while hiding his embarrassment, or because his baby body fails to pay attention to his surroundings, the person appears almost out of nowhere.

His mama came into the room.

His mother gently lifts him from his crib, giving him soft pats on the back as his hiccups stop. His mama said something to him, but he did not understand a fuck.

This place should have an automatic subbed.

He should be able to tell if a language is Western but the current language is not English, French, or Russian. He recorded every language on the planet because his job does not allow him to slack off, and he is the fucking bastard at the back of the forces using his brain, so communicating with other foreign subjugation companies falls under his jurisdiction.

His mother made no attempt to wait for him. He was placed on a nearby table with a cushion ready. She steadily opened his diapers and began wiping his filthy buttocks.