Jon had kept himself amused playing games while Trevor had been taken to have his diaper changed. After a while he saw Trevor being carried out from the changing area. He looked much happier. Jon thought about his own emotions, when he was happy he felt really happy, often getting giddy and excited over simple things. He would frequently giggle uncontrollably and had noticed on more than one occasion that when he had been excited he had peed into his diaper at the same time. Similarly, when he started to feel sad about something it often took over his emotions, hlif he didn't keep himself in check he would start to whimper and if he didn't control the whimpering he would start to cry. But from what he had seen of Trevor his lack of emotional control was even stronger. The slightest inconvenience seems led to trigger him to whimpering which quickly turned to crying. And now as he saw Trevor being carried back out, obviously with a clean diaper on he was giggling away and acting like a very happy baby.
The woman carrying Trevor placed him down at the nearest toy but Trevor looked around to find Jon and then started to crawl ver to him. It took him a while to get across the room, his arms and legs being weak and causing him to fall flat on his tummy a few times. Eventually, he got back to sitting beside Jon and he said, "Hey Jon. Sorry about all that. I just don't seem to have much control of my emotions at the moment. It was the same at home, whenever I needed anything I just seemed to start crying until my mommy got what I wanted. But it's all good now. I've got a clean diaper on and I'm just so happy that I can at least talk to you. It's so frustrating when no one can understand you and everyone just talks to you in that cute baby voice that they love doing."
Jon smiled at Trevor and told him he was glad he was happy now. He explained a few things to him about how the day usually went in here. He told him time passed a bit quicker if you just went with it and played some games. They would have snacks throughout the day, lunch later on, then story time and a nap before home time. He told Trevor the staff were really nice and took great care of them. He said they often noticed his wet diaper before he did and had changed him before he even got uncomfortable. Jon told him there were actually some positives to all this. His life had been pretty stress free. He had accepted that someone would be there to take care of all his needs so he could just relax.
Trevor thanked Jon for his guidance and agrees that his way of looking at this made sense. When Jon had mentioned snacks and lunch Trevor's stomach had started to rumble. He didn't really pick up on why he was feeling like this but he had started to squirm where he sat and his face started to frown. "Oh man, here I go again," Trevor said, "I don't know why exactly but I'm suddenly feeling really uncomfortable. I hate feeling like this." As he spoke a few tears started to roll down his cheek and Jon watched his friend go from chatting normally to him to bawling crying in just a few seconds. He tried to calm him down but it was useless. One of the carers saw him and knew exactly what he needed. She took a bottle of breast milk that his mother had pumped and handed it to Trevor, offering soothing words to him at the same time. Trevor grabbed the bottle with both hands and started to stuck on the test with enthusiasm. His crying stopped and he forgot all about his discomfort. He forgot about everything really, his sole focus being the delicious milk that was filling his tummy.
He sat for a few minutes, greedily drinking the whole bottle. When he finished he looked at Jon with a drowsy face and spoke with a slight slur, "Better now... Jus needed bop bop." Trevor happiness seemed to turn to discomfort again in an instant as he felt a bloated feeling in his stomach but had no idea in his drowsy state as to how to fix it. The same woman who had given him the bottle swooped in again and lifted him up on to her shoulder and rubbed and patted his back. Trevor soon let out a big burp and followed it with a little giggle. He was placed back down beside Jon and he just smiled at him with the same blank look on his face. He had gotten everything he needed and his infantile emotions were overcome with satisfaction and contentment. After a few minutes he seemed to become more like his old self and spoke once more, "Did you see that shit Jon? I literally have no control of myself. I get hungry, I don't even realise that's what's wrong. I'm given some milk, I devour it. I get gassy. I can't do anything about it. I'm burped and then I just feel ecstatic and can't function for a while. It's crazy. I might have even pissed myself while that was going on but I don't even want to know."
Jon had been observing Trevor the whole time, feeling a bit relieved that while they were both babies, Jon at least was a bit less of a baby. Feeling like he didn't quite have it so bad he decided to act like "a big girl" and get some toys for the baby. Jon stood up to get some new toys but as he walked back with them his thoughts about being less of a baby were proven somewhat wrong as he felt his body stop mid walk and crouch down while he pooped in his diapers with a gentle grunt. In his head Jon was so annoyed with himself. Just when he was feeling good about his own situation he goes and poops in his diaper, making himself feel like just as much a baby as Trevor.
