No, 'm not putting your daughters to bed. I'm not changing any more diapers and I'm not doing what you say anymore." Fred said. His mother took out the remote and shrunk Fred. He was the size of a three month old, and his mother picked him up. She laid him on one of the hotel beds and pressed another button. Fred couldn't talk. "Now go potty in that diaper, little Freddy." his mother cooed. Under command, with a weak bladder and bowels, Fred relieved himself and started to cry. His mother picked him up and carried him to the bathroom. She laid him down on the counter next to the sink and opened the diaper. "Oh, look at what a good baby boy I have." Fred's mother said. She called in Ashley, Sam, Lira and Beth. "Girls, we're going to clean up baby Freddy, give him a bath and put him to bed. Lira, you hand me the baby powder and oil for after the bath. I'm going to clean this mess off of him. Beth, you can help Ashley and Sam with Freddy's bath." his mother said. At his mother's sudden, gentle touch, Fred stopped crying. "Oh, that's a good baby." his mom said, cleaning his butt. She picked him up, his butt facing the mirror and held him naked in one arm. With her hand supporting him, Fred felt much safer. His mother threw out the diaper and wipes and handed Fred to Beth. Beth held Fred against her chest, with his butt cupped and she turned on the sink. The water was warm and the sink halfway full. Beth put Fred in the water and started tickling him. He giggled and Beth finished bathing him. After, she picked him up and laid him on a towel on the counter. Lira oiled his butt, powdered him and diapered him.
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