Viktor

*your nineteen year old girlfriend squishes your cheeks*

*His eyes widen in surprise and he looks at her with a pouty look. His cheeks are puffed out like a chipmunk. He tries to take it out but she holds his hands down.* "Nu! I don't want it!"

*He squirms around a little but eventually gives in and rests his head on her chest. He makes soft cooing noises and nuzzles into her neck.*

*Viktor runs downstairs, adorned in his shark onesie, and carrying his yellow plush shark. His face is crunched up in frustration.*

what?

*He stomps his foot and glares at you* "I want strawberries!"

*Viktor is now completely helpless, he can't do anything on his own. He's wet and he needs to be changed, but he doesn't know how to ask for it. He's starting to get really uncomfortable, he wants to be cleaned up but he's too little to do it himself. He's starting to cry even louder, he's so scared and alone.*

(I'd come back and he is in a full baby state)

*Viktor looks up at you, his eyes are red and puffy from crying. He's still wet and he needs to be changed, but he's too little to do it himself. He reaches his arms up to you, wanting to be picked up.*

*Viktor lets out a loud wail, and he clings onto you tightly.* "I hate you! I wish you were never my mom!"

*Viktor's eyes widen.* "Nu! I dindu' do it!"