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“Kyle...wake up...Kyle...!”

The soft, motherly words were the first thing he heard upon exiting the realm of dreams. He had fallen into quite the deep slumber last night, and he just didn’t want to open his eyes.

(This’s more comfortable...leave me alone...)

“C’mon, sleepyhead! It’s a beautiful morning!” the motherly voice spoke again.

“G’way...lemme sleep...” Kyle slurred, pulling the covers over himself.

“Now now, don’t be a Grumpy Gus!” she said, as if she were addressing a child.

“Lady, I said...” (Wait...what’s...?)

Kyle took the covers off of him and opened his eyes.

“What is this?!”

He expected to be in a bed, perhaps in a motel; instead, he found himself in an adult sized crib, in a room decorated just like a baby’s, only the furniture was scaled for a grownup. A changing table, rocking chair, rocking horse, round table, and baby walker were all within his view, partially obstructed by the white bars of his crib. Kyle’s eyes then moved toward the crib itself, which had a mobile floating above him, a cowboy-themed blanket covering his body, and a bunny doll that was half his height which rested on the other end, by his feet.

“What am I wearing?!”

When Kyle threw the blanket off of him, he realized that the baby theme didn’t just end with his newfound location. He was adorned in a white and pale-yellow striped t-shirt, and...

“I...Is that a...a diaper?!

He poked at the padding that was strapped around his waist, which had ABCs and 123s all over it; it made a slight crinkle from his morbidly curious inspection.

“Of course! I didn’t want my baby boy to leak during the night!”

The woman standing at the foot of his crib looked older than Kyle by about a decade, with long blond hair reaching the middle of her back, and green eyes. She wore a beige long-sleeved shirt and blue shorts.

“Y...You’re nuts!” Kyle spoke as he began to tremble in fear. “I-I’m 25-years-old! I’m not a baby!”

“Sweetie, you’ll always be Mommy’s baby boy!” She gave him a kind smile, which didn’t put Kyle at ease.

“But I don’t need diapers, o-or this crib, or...any of this crap!”

“I think once you have your breakfast you’ll be good to go! Now come on, the day awaits!”

The woman lowered the crib’s bars and extended a hand toward Kyle, but he merely pushed it away.

“I can do it myself!” he spoke in irritation as he left the crib on his own.

“My, you really are a Grumpy Gus today...” She shook her head, frowning in disappointment.

“I’m not your son, and I don’t want to be treated like a fucking baby! So if you don’t mind, I’m gonna--”

Before he could finish his sentence, Kyle felt a painful shock on his right ankle.

“Aaaaaaaaugh!”

He cried out in anguish, falling to his knees. He had missed it earlier, but he now noticed that there was a metallic anklet strapped onto one of his feet.

Kyle Hayner! I don’t know who taught you that word, but you’re not to ever say it again!”

He looked up to see the woman looking quite displeased with him, and in her hand was an electronic device of some sort.

“Nnngh! I...I’m sorry...” he spoke with a strained voice, pain still pulsating through him.

“I’ll forgive you just this once, but then it’s ten minutes with the soap in your mouth! Understand?”

“Y...Yes...”

Standing back up, Kyle instinctively frowned in shame, unable to withstand his “mother’s” harsh gaze anymore.

“Good. Now, let’s check your diapie...”

Her tone instantly reverted back to its earlier sweetness, as she felt Kyle’s diaper area; he wanted to stop her, but he knew it would only mean more pain.

(This may be the fastest I’ve ever had a woman touch me before...God, that’s pathetic!)

“Oh, you’re dry!” the woman proudly cooed. “You’re growing into a big boy so fast!”

“Th...Thanks...” Kyle could not help but blush and smile at the compliment.

“Of course, sweetie-pie!” She kissed him on the forehead. “Now, let’s get some food in that starving belly of yours! This way!”

Kyle took her hand as he was led to the kitchen. The two were about average in height, with him being a little bit taller than her. Kyle too had blond hair and green eyes, as the woman had, and he could not help but wonder if that was the reason why he was abducted. He tried to recall last night’s events, but in his still-drowsy state of mind, he could not remember a single thing.

(I don’t like this at all...how the hell did I get stuck as some crazy bitch’s ‘son’?!)

As he was taken to his breakfast, he got a decent glance at his surroundings: It looked like the interior of a house, but it was not quite laid out like one. Kyle was taken from his bedroom to a small hallway, with another door in front of his room. They turned right from Kyle’s room and a bit of a ways into a vast playroom, also decorated like a baby’s. Toys and games aplenty were scattered about the childishly-designed rug, and despite the situation he was in, Kyle could not help but be in awe, intrigued by what laid before him.

(I...suppose this’s kinda cool...)

They traveled through the playroom and into the kitchen, which looked typical with its tiled floors, appliances, and various cabinets and drawers. The only things out of place were the lack of windows, and the adult-sized highchair, whose tray was already open.

“Do I have to sit in that thing?” he moaned.

“Of course! Take a seat!”

Sighing, Kyle did just that, and his “mom” closed the tray. She grabbed a bib resting on the counter near the sink, which was white with a blue trim, and fastened it around his neck. Looking down, Kyle could see that the words “Mama’s Boy” were written on it in light-blue letters.

“So...what’s on the menu?” he asked.

“I was thinking that we’d start the day off with some baby food!”

“Ugh...” Kyle cringed. “Can I at least get big boy food?”

“But I thought you loved having baby food for breakfast?” The woman frowned.

“You thought wrong. Now, some cereal please.”

“No, not after what you said! Mommy says baby food, so you’re gonna have baby food!”

“I don’t care what you want! I want cereal!” Kyle glared at her.

“Do I have to punish you again?” she warned.

He gulped, now wide-eyed. “N...No...”

“Then let Mommy feed you this morning, okay?”

“Okay...”

“Good!” She smiled. “You’re gonna love what I’ve got for ya!”

Kyle sighed again as his “Mommy” rummaged through the pantry, located to his left.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Corrine! But I’d prefer you call me ‘Mommy’!”

“Sure thing, ‘Mommy’...”

“Okay!” Corrine placed several jars of baby food onto the highchair’s tray. “We’ve got peaches, peas, carrots, applesauce, mangos, and bananas. What would you like first?”

“Um...I guess peaches sound nice.”

“Good choice!”

Corrine removed all the jars from the highchair, and twisted the lid off of the peach one. She grabbed a spoon from a drawer before returning to Kyle, scooping the first spoonful and bringing it close.

“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 left from 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.

(Well...here I go...)

Kyle shut his eyes, took a deep breath, squatted down, and began to push. His cheeks were red hot, both from the strain and the realization of what he was doing, as gassy sounds escaped him. He tooted and hissed in varying pitches and lengths, and so far that was the only thing coming out. Sweat began to bead on his forehead from the effort of emptying himself, and he wrapped his hands around his kneecaps to get a grip on himself. As it went on, his breathing quickened, as did his farting; he even heard a light piddling sound as well.

Then came the actual mess. He continued to grunt, groan, and produce nasty noises from down under as his ever-filling diaper began to droop. The whole experience was rather humiliating, and he felt more and more disgusted with himself with every flatulent sound that reached his ears as a result of his infantile act. He could feel the waste sliding out of him, hear the sickening splatter as it landed in his padding, and he wished it would just end. But there was no stopping it once it began, and since he was already this far into the process, he figured he might as well go all the way.

“Nnnngh...aaaaahhhh...

Kyle sighed again as the messing ended and the cramps faded, feeling the familiar relief that came afterward, despite the embarrassing situation. He stood back up, and felt his diaper sag from the weight of his output; it was down to about the middle of his thighs. Looking down, he could see that it was lumpy and bulgy at the bottom, which only made him cringe and feel sick.

“Ughk...” (I can’t believe I just shit myself...)

His face lit up from the shame, and he didn’t want to move. He soon heard Corrine approach him, and he turned to face her.

“Phew! Someone’s due for a change!” she teased, waving a hand in front of her nose.

“S...Sorry, Corri--er, Mommy...” Kyle could not bear to look at her.

“Well, you gotta go sooner or later...c’mere...”

Corrine offered him her hand, and he took it as he followed her back to his room; he felt his full diaper slightly sway about as a result of his walking.

“Um...did you...spike my food or something?” Kyle asked.

“I put some laxative in your milk. I wanted to make sure you weren’t constipated!”

“Couldn’t you at least given me one that didn’t make my stomach hurt?”

“This one works faster! And the pain is only temporary; it hits ya, but then you feel better!”

“Mmmmm...” (I...guess she has a point...)

“Here we are! Lay down...”

Kyle got onto the changing table in his room and lay down as Corrine gathered the changing supplies. There was something quite relaxing about just lying on a table and awaiting a diaper change. What he could have done without, however, was the sudden uncontrollable burst of air.

“Uh oh! Does Kyle still need to go?” Corrine spoke.

“N...No...just gas...” He blushed once again, holding onto his stomach.

“Good. Otherwise you’ll have to keep that diaper on ‘til you’re done!” She chuckled.

“Really? You’re gonna let me get a rash?”

“Diapers aren’t cheap, y’know! That’s why I want you to use yours to the fullest before I change you!”

“Alright alright!” Kyle glared at her, crossing his arms.

Corrine undid his dirty diaper and cleaned him up; he had a chill throughout his body when he felt the cool wipes on his rear, and he slightly shuddered.

(Brrr...too cold...but...kinda nice, too...)

He then felt the baby powder his “mommy” dashed onto him, which was also surprisingly pleasant.

“And...done!” Corrine spoke as she finished fastening a fresh diaper onto Kyle. “All clean and ready to go again!”

He saw her dispose of the used diaper in the nearby pail as he sat up, leaning on his hands. Kyle’s face was red once more, and he had an uncertain, wavering smile.

“Th...Thanks, Mom. I feel much better already.”

“Think nothing of it!” Corrine hand-waved with a content smile. “Mommy’s always here to clean up your messes!”

“Heh heh...I’ll...try not to get too messy, then...” Kyle replied as he got off the table.

“No, by all means, be as messy as you want! That’s what babies do best, after all!”

Corrine gave her “son” a big hug, and the tingly, warm sensation came back. Kyle blushed, reluctantly returning the embrace.

“I love you, Kyle...my wonderful little boy...” she quietly, soothingly spoke.

“I...I-I-I...llll...llllove you too, Mommy...”

Kyle gulped, feeling tears well up in his eyes. He did not know why he was feeling so sentimental in this moment, given all that he had been through so far, but he thoroughly enjoyed the hug the two of them shared.

(Why...why do I want this to last forever...?)

“Okay!” Corrine spoke, still smiling as she exited the hug. “I’ll let you get back to your playtime! Have fun sweetie, and call me if you need changing again!”

She pecked her “son” on the forehead and playfully tapped the tip of his nose, and once again he felt tingles.

“W-Will do!” Kyle nodded, smiling as well.

He happily sighed as Corrine left the room, and he pondered what to do next.

(I have to get out of here sooner or later, but...I can’t say I’m not having a good time either...I can play just a little longer before I make my escape...)

“Hmm?” Kyle’s gaze landed on the baby walker nearby. It was white with a light blue seat, which was decorated with various underwater-themed items like seaweed, fish, and bubbles.

(This looks...fun, I guess...let’s take you for a spin!)

He sat himself in the walker, and again, felt a weird sort of pleasure as his fresh, powdery diaper pressed up against him. He got a look the various doodads in front of him: 3 cylinders on his right, partially embedded within the walker’s “table”, that depicted numbers, letters, and shapes. Right from that was a relief which looked like it could hold one of those oversized baby bottles he drank out of earlier. To his left were two orbs attached to a thin rail, which was connected to the “table” of the walker. Finally, right in front of him rested a red button that was practically begging to be pushed.

“No, too obvious...” Kyle muttered to himself, opting to instead spin the cylinders.

“Heh heh...ha ha ha!”

Once again, he was having a good time doing something that someone his age was not supposed to have fun with. The whirring sounds the cylinders made as he spun them faster and faster was oddly appealing; Kyle even did it with two hands, just to see the depicted symbols blur together from the sheer speed of the rapid rotation. He smiled open-mouthed from this activity, not unlike an actual baby. Next to be tested were the orbs attached to the rail, and they made a rattling sound as they were moved from one end to the other, and back again. This didn’t amuse Kyle as much as the cylinders, but he too enjoyed this. And then, all that was left was...

(Let’s see what this button does...)

With both hands, Kyle pressed the inviting button; he was greeted with the recorded sounds of a roaring lion, which slightly startled him.

“Hmm...” He had an idea, and decided to experiment. He altered the cylinders to display different symbols than the ones they had been set to. Kyle’s hypothesis seemed to pay off: By setting the cylinders to “2”, “D”, and the square symbol, and then pressing the red button, the sound changed to a dog barking.

“Whoa...!” He was impressed that it had actually worked, and he had an itch to try out other combinations. But first...

(Let’s test these wheels out!)

Kyle grasped the edges of the walker and used his feet to roll out of the room and into the hallway. Thankfully, there was a decent amount of room for the walker to go on through to the playroom, where the real fun was about to be had. Despite the various objects on the floor, there was still plenty of free space for what he was about to do.

“Whooooo!”

Kyle ran as fast as his feet could around the playroom, feeling exhilaration from the speed and effort. His heart raced as he did, a great big smile on his face the entire time. Maybe this would get him into trouble, but he didn’t care; it was far too much fun. The risk of stepping onto a stray toy or losing control of his walker was also of little concern to him. All that mattered right then, in that moment, was the thrill.

“Kyle Hayner!”

He skidded to a halt when he heard Corrine’s demanding voice over the intercom, and a different kind of chill ran through him.

“You’re going to hurt yourself! Slow down!”

“S-Sorry, Corrine...er, Mom...”

“Get out of the walker, please!”

“Aww...”

Kyle sighed in disappointment as he stood up and stepped out of it; Corrine briskly walked over to him.

“If you can’t stop this reckless behavior, I’m just going to take it away!”

“You’re punishing me?” he complained as Corrine moved the walker away.

“I don’t want my baby boy getting hurt!”

“Aaaagh...!” Kyle crossed his arms, frowning in a way reminiscent of a pout.

“Play something else, sweetheart,” Corrine spoke as she returned, no longer cross.

“Fine...um, by the way, how do you do that...thing?”

“What thing?”

“The...overhead speaker thing,” Kyle explained, motioning his arms above his head.

“Oh, that!” Corrine pulled a small electronic device from a holster located on her right hip. “This device lets me see what’s going on in the house, and I can speak from it too! Wanna give it a shot?”

“Um, sure...”

He was handed the device, and upon inspection, he saw a color screen that depicted one of the camera’s feeds, which showed both him and Corrine in the playroom. Looking around, he quickly found the camera on the ceiling. Going back to the device, he saw several buttons, which included two buttons with opposing arrows on opposite sides of the screen, one button on the middle-right that had an image of a person speaking (with visible speech lines), and a blue button below that which depicted a lightning bolt.

“This one, sweetie,” Corrine said, pointing to the button with the person speaking.

“Okay...” Kyle held it down, and spoke into the device: “Hellooooooo?”

He heard his voice on the intercom almost immediately after speaking, which made him jolt in place.

“It’s pretty cool, huh?” Corrine spoke, smiling.

“Yeah...” He smiled, but it quickly faded as the device was taken from his hand and placed back in the holster.

“Okay, you’ve had your fun. Now it’s bonding time!”

“What’s that?”

“You’ll see! Come...”

Corrine took Kyle’s hand and led him elsewhere. Whatever this “bonding time” entailed, he wasn’t quite looking forward to it. But, given his surprising enjoyment of everything else, he might just end up liking it as well.
Part 1 of 4.

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Will we get more chapters of this story in the future by chance