Johnjone

A regressed Ken squirmed in his seat, attempting to block out all distractions while he proceeded to game... but it was no use. He tried to cross his legs, finding his clumsy limbs refusing to respond properly, nearly falling off the couch in the process. This was ridiculous, how was he supposed to get into the groove of gaming if his stupid baby bladder kept crying out for release! ... Soaking himself now was not worth the hassle, and really, why was he even complaining when he should be thankful to even feel the need at all? With a sigh, Ken paused his game, before attempting climb down. Gaming can wait, I'm not some pants-wetting baby.