Playtime for a bored and ornery Keith.

It had been a week since he had hit his head, and Shouta -- now named Keith -- was slowly adjusting to this strange new reality he had found himself in.

There was nothing of note schedules for the day, so the maids and wet-nurses and other staff have gone to attend their duties while they left him alone in his childproofed room. They had bathed him and left him in nothing but a diaper, all of his toys carefully laid out to keep him occupied.

Unfortunately, Keith was currently operating with the wizened mind of a young adult and found most of the toys given to him to not be very stimulating. The books on the shelf, the ones that were more than simple baby books, were in a language he couldn't read. He had settled with stacking the building blocks into something cohesive.

He did his work in silence, his mouth occupied by a pacifier that one of the maids stuck in his mouth. He found the act strangely exhilarating. Either that or, having no cigarettes, managed to satisfy his oral fixation until an alternative presented itself.

All the color had left Keith's face and he felt a grim feeling in his stomach as a hot discomfort settle itself into his diaper. He even felt the front grow a little wet too, leaving both sides of his diaper thoroughly ruined.

While he had the mental acuity of a man with nearly two decades of potty training and could very well remove his diaper if he really wanted too, Keith's current body came with a lot of unfortunate drawbacks, one of which being complete incontinence. Even though he was almost 20, he wasn't expected to begin potty training for at least a few more years.