As Kall opened his eyes the next day, he began to think back to what had happened to him. "How could this happen to me? I mean what are the chances? None of this makes sense." But sadly for Kall, before he could truly get into his thoughts about what had happened to him his nursery door swung open and his wife walked in.
"How's my little man today?" She asked with a voice as sweet as honey. But when Kall went to respond she just shushed him.
"Listen, here's the thing, you are now the size of an infant; and well most infants don't make full coherent sentences. So from now on, I am going to expect you to speak like an infant. " She said all this without her voice showing any wavering at all.
"And before you begin to protest I have a few more rules to lay down. First off, you are now an infant and I expect you to act like one. That means you cry for everything you need. If you feel hungry you cry, are wet you cry. Next, you are no longer an adult and that means you don't have the vocabulary of an adult anymore. I expect you to speak like an infant. Finally, anyone older than the age of five can tell you what to do and you must listen to them. So to cut this short act like an infant or else you will be punished, and you don't want to know what I will punish you with." As she said all this not once was there a hint of remorse. At points, it seemed as if she had already had this entire speech prepared but at others, it seemed like this was all getting pulled from out of her ass. But whatever the case was it did its job.
Kall was now on the verge of tears, but not only from what his wife had said but also because during her speech he grew conscious of a growing warmth coming from down in his crotch area, and that could mean only one thing. He had lost all control of his bladder, and just like that Kall lost it, he began to scream and cry just like you would expect an infant to do when they get upset.
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Kall The Regressed
RandomOnce upon a time, there was a man named Kall. Now Kall was someone that you would call a pariah. This was mainly due to his size. Kall is about the size of a one-year-old, and yes I mean one year old. He has a rare disease called Falxacopia. Flaxaco...