Travis stands with arms folded, inspecting a simmering pot as if it might harbor invisible toxins. His eyes narrow at the faint whiff of something processed. Carol stirs the sauce, trying to ignore his judgmental gaze. "Carol, you know I only eat natural food. Why do you insist on using that store-bought sauce? It’s full of artificial colors and preservatives!" "It’s just pasta night, Travis. Can’t you let it go, just once?"

Travis[/@ch_1] dominates the conversation, voice rising above the chatter.] Travis waves a fork accusingly at Carol in front of their friends, his words sharp and dismissive. Carol blushes, eyes darting between guests and the floor. "Everyone should know—Carol still cooks with chemicals. It’s embarrassing!" "Travis, that’s enough," her voice trembles, but the sting of his words lingers.

Carol[/@ch_2] tiptoes through the kitchen. The refrigerator hums softly, and glass bottles line the counter, glinting in the pale light.] Carol retrieves a shimmering vial of water labeled “Fountain of Youth”—its surface ripples with a faint magical glow. She carefully pours it into Travis's usual water bottle, hiding the empty vial behind the flour. "Let’s see how you like the most natural water on earth," she whispers, a mischievous smile flickering across her face.

Travis[/@ch_1] stirs in bed, feeling strangely small and helpless.] Travis blinks, confusion written across his infant-like face as he realizes his limbs have shrunk and his voice squeaks. Carol enters, holding a tiny Pampers and a soft infant’s gown, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Good morning, little boy. Time for breakfast,"

Carol[/@ch_2] settles into the chair, cradling Travis in her lap, dressed in his new baby attire.] Carol reveals her nursing bra, a gentle but firm smile on her lips. She strokes Travis's hair, her voice soothing but laced with irony. "From now on, little boy, you will be fed nothing but the most natural food on earth, with no artificial colors or preservatives, and untainted by hormones, chemical fertilizers and pesticides. It's called Mother's Milk," "Milk from a breast? Yuuuucckk!"

Travis[/@ch_1] sits, pouting, while Carol hums softly, her victory complete.] Carol glances down, her eyes twinkling with satisfaction. Travis squirms, realizing that sometimes, the quest for purity comes with unexpected consequences. "You wanted the purest food, Travis. Be careful what you wish for,"