All those years ago I made you the smallest of the small and now peering over you wriggling around in your nappies smiling as my greatest achievement.

Turning back the clock on a on man to make him tiny in every way. To make him dependant on my every move. So helpless and vulnerable.

You shouldn’t have tried to question me all those years ago but as your creator you gave me no choice. You are a seed I planted, I watched you grow and I can chop you back down to size with the click of my fingers.

No big boy words.

No potty.

No solid food.

... Show more