"Good morning Girls" came the cheery greeting from Karyn's mom as she opened the bedroom door. Jon had a moment of panic, wondering how Karyn's mom would react to finding a teenage boy in her daughter's room, nevermind the fact that that teenage boy was wearing a diaper with a pink cartoon pattern on it. Jon pointlessly tried to cover his diapered crotch with his hands, a gesture that went unnoticed by Karyn's mom.
"Did ye sleep well girls?" she asked, "Karen, your dad has gone to collect the crib for Jon that we talked about. When she's ready you can transfer her to the crib and you'll get better sleep yourself. When you're ready. No pressure."
Without asking or paying much attention to him Karyn's mom grabbed Jon beneath each arm and lifted him like he weighed nothing. She placed him on her hip, facing her and grabbed his diapered butt to adjust his position. She then said to Karyn," I'll bring Jon downstairs while you get ready for the day. Take your time, grandma loves having this cutie all to herself." She gave Jon a little bounce on her hip and then left the room, carrying Jon downstairs.
In the living room Jon saw a playpen set up over in the corner. He was placed down inside it and stood looking around. The railing was only slightly higher than Jon's waist but when he grabbed it to make an attempt to climb over it his legs would not seem to listen to what his brain was trying to do and he couldn't seem to coordinate himself the right way to climb what should have been an easy obstacle to climb. Next he turned his attention to the door section of the frame. It was secured with a fairly simple button and lever. Jon tried to push the button but found it was too hard for him to press. He knew he was much weaker now but was still surprised that something this simple was beyond his strength. This new realisation of his weakness really made him feel vulnerable and like a baby. But he took comfort knowing he was with people who saw him as family and they would do everything to keep him safe.
So for now, Jon turned into the playpen an looked at the toys available. The first thing that caught Jon's eye was a plastic teapot and cup over the other side. He set off towards them but after taking just one step he lost his balance and fell down onto his diapered butt in surprise. He tried to stand right back up but his legs were not cooperating. He found that the only way he could get back to his feet was to first kneel and then putting his hands out in front of himself he could push his butt straight up into the air and then with a bit of effort he could lift his head and hands up and get into a standing position. He did just that but again only managed one step before he fell right over again. He tried two more times but with all the turning and falling he was actually further away from the teapot than when he first spotted it.
Jon did the only thing that made sense to him in that moment and decided to crawl to the teapot. When he got to it he picked it up, noting it felt heavier than he imagined. He couldn't explain why but he felt a strong urge to put the spout of the teapot into his mouth. He did and proceeded to suck and gnaw on it and was gradually covering the whole tuj g in his drool. From behind him Karyn's mom pulled the teapot away from his mouth and tried to correct him. He felt a string of drool drip out of his mouth and onto his vest but he didn't care. He felt his emotions getting away from him again and he started to cry just as Karyn's mom produced a pacifier which she popped into his mouth in place of the teapot. This satisfied Jon's urges for now and he happily suckle away at the pacifier and moved onto playing with a soft bunny toy instead.
Jon lost all track of time but felt a growing hunger in his stomach. The only thing he could think of that might satisfy him would be to have another go at feeding from Karen's breast. He hoped she'd come downstairs soon and he could ask her to feed him. In the meantime he continued to play and babble to himself, oblivious to the fact that his "grandmother" was constantly checking in on him and looking at him with a doting expression. In her eyes Jon was her one year old granddaughter and The cutest baby girl she had ever seen.
