Steven struggles to walk, his legs like jelly, the same tingling sensation one has after a long day of swimming. He toddles around like a toddler, embarrassed by his dress. He has tried to pry the diaper off of his frame, but all attempts have been in vain. It was as if the diaper was super-glued together and soldered to his waist. He tried to get Judy to take it off, but she refused, claiming that he "needed it."
As his legs gave out, Judy wrapped her arms around his waist, preventing him from falling. She was surprisingly strong, as she was able to lift him from beneath his arms off of the ground without any sign of struggle.
"Woopsy daisies," said Judy as she placed her forearm under his diapered bottom, holding him in a sitting position as if he really was a baby. "We can walksies later when you have your strength back.
"Hey, I can walk by myself. Put me down!"
"Why so cranky little baby? Are you hungry?"
"Stop talking like that! I am not a baby!"
Judy reached int the diaper bag, oblivious to Steven's struggling, as she pulled out what looked like a large baby bottle full of milk. He tried to keep it away from him, even trying to push the woman's arm away from him, only for the herculean woman to succeed to put the bottle's nipple in his mouth. He instinctively started sucking on the bottle, unable to help himself as the strange white formula to gush into his mouth. It was a strange, alien taste, the closest he could compare it to being roses and cow-milk. His stomach felt like it was straining, the drink strangely filling. Just as the bottle was completely empty, someone(thing) arrived from the forest.
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