This story is a sequel of my former story Happy Family.
When the mysterious regression machine was transported from the Happy Family villa to the city university, a research program started. The IT experts wanted to reprogram the machine to return the transformed children back to their original age and condition.
The research program was advancing slowly for two basic reasons. One of them was - as expected - money, and the second one was the lack of volunteers.
Surprisingly, the research program started anew suddenly but the experts changed their behavior; they didn’t want to talk about their tasks. All rooms in the regression machine research department were locked and a guard was posted to the entrance. Nobody at the university knew about the guard and the program change but the experts themselves.
Claire opened her eyes and tried to remember what had happened to her. Her last memory was the court and some words about an alternative sentence. Everything else seemed to be hidden in a fog.
She was not an angel and that was not her first verdict. Claire became a member of a criminal gang and she took part in several armed robberies. During the last robbery she shot a police officer dead.
“She is a dangerous person and we have to take appropriate measures to assure public safety …” the words of the DA emerged from the fog “I require the hardest sentence … the death sentence.”
Was she dead? Was this heaven … or hell? Claire didn’t have any idea about what heaven or hell looked like. When she looked around, she recognized a nursery. It looked real; no clouds, no angels, no cauldrons with boiling tar and no devils. She definitely was not dead.
Why was she in a nursery? She lifted her head and looked at her body. To her utter shock she looked at a toddler. Her size matched a two or three year old child. Her clothing consisted of a toddler dress and tights and … there was a thick package between her legs. She realized she was wearing a diaper. The package was uncomfortably thick and kept her legs apart. What had happened?
Claire sat up and looked around again. She was sitting inside a crib and there were three more cribs in the room. Two of them were occupied by toddlers; one of them was apparently even younger than her, about one year old. The other one was as old as her.
“Hey, where are we?” Claire asked the toddler. According to the clothing it was a boy.
“In the hell.,” he answered, “my name is Mark. You are new here.”
“Yeah, I am and my name is Claire,” Claire replied to him, “How so? There are no devils here.”
“I’m afraid there are. Be ready for the worst.”
“Who are you?”
“I don’t remember much but I think I was sentenced to death.”
“I think I was, too. But … we are alive.”
“I’m afraid it is no win.”
“What is going on here?”
“No idea but I’ve been here for about two weeks. I have to wear diapers and I occasionally pee myself but I think I’d be able to go to the toilet. However, the damn nurses keep me in diapers and I can’t remove them. My fingers are too clumsy. My legs also are wobbly and I keep stumbling and falling down.”
Claire sighed and tried to stand up. The package between her legs made her attempt hard and she was standing with her legs wide apart. Fortunately, her legs seemed to be strong and she could stand despite the uncomfortable position. She grabbed the rim of the tights and pulled it down a bit to see the diaper package. Several cloth diapers were covered by rubber pants. She tried to unbutton the rubber pants but her fingers were clumsy and she couldn’t do it.
Her bladder was full and the urge to pee hit her. She instinctively reached between her legs and pressed against the diaper. The attempt to close or cross her legs definitely failed.
“Claire, don’t fight and pee in the diaper; you don’t have any other option left.”
“Oh no; it’s embarrassing.”
“Get used to it as soon as possible. They probably think you are an actual toddler.”
“Those who did something to us. I experienced a very bad treatment but I can give you useful advice; pretend to be an actual toddler and your life here will be better. The little Elaine,” he pointed at the little baby in the third crib, ”looks quite satisfied but she can’t speak at all. All she has to endure are dirty diapers.”
“Our diapers are changed in the morning and in the evening. They are thick enough to keep our pee and poo in the meantime.”
“Okay then,” Claire sighed and relaxed her muscles. The hot pee soaked the diaper and it got wet and heavy. It definitely was embarrassing and Claire blushed.
At that moment steps could be heard from outside and Allan reacted immediately:
“Hey, don’t forget; you are an actual toddler. Maybe you even can’t speak. Try to stay in that role.”
Claire nodded and she somehow managed to control her blush and kept silent when the door opened and an older woman appeared in the doorframe. She was carrying a tray with three baby bottles.
“Hey, Mark; your bottle,” she took one of the bottles and passed it to Mark. He grabbed it and drank thirstily; his throat was probably dry.
“Now to you, Claire. Welcome to the State Research Centre. Drink now and you will go to the examination. Do you understand me?”
Claire almost replied but she remembered Mark’s words and shook her head and stretched her arm to take the bottle.
”Oh, another failure! The agents won’t be pleased.” the woman sighed but she realized she’s just told what she wasn’t supposed to. However, she relied on the fact that the damn creatures didn’t understand her. She proceeded to the little Elaine and held the bottle so Elaine could drink.
Meanwhile Claire and Mark drank up the juice; the woman gathered the bottles and left the room.
“Hey, what agents? Are we in a B-class spy movie?” Claire couldn’t accept what she just heard.
“I have no idea but I have experienced several examinations already. They checked my muscle coordination and vocal and mental abilities.”
“What did they find?”
“Unfortunately, I replied to their first simple questions but I realized quickly what was going on and pretended to be retarded. Now they have stopped examinations but I don’t know what will happen to me.”
Ten minutes later the woman returned and she lifted Claire from the crib.
“Can you walk?” She put the little girl on the floor but didn’t try to hold her if Claire stumbled.
Claire stepped forward carefully and she was able to waddle with the package between her legs. The wet diaper was softer and she could walk a little better.
They left the nursery and the nurse led Claire down a long corridor. Claire tried to watch the surroundings and stay inconspicuous. She noticed several more nurseries but she also noticed a room where adult sized persons were trained in some way. Some of them were diapered and all had a void look in their eyes. A man in the army uniform - a high ranked officer apparently - issued commands and the persons seemed to be mindless machines and obeyed those commands. The door was open but the officer hurried up and shut it with a loud thump when he noticed the nurse and Claire.
A cold chill ran down Claire’s spine. Although she wasn’t educated, she was bright and intelligent and she also had a lot of life experience. Her mind worked like a swiss watch. She somehow got into some kind of army related plot and she was in real danger. Mark’s advice proved very useful. Maybe she had a chance if she was considered little and helpless. She wouldn’t become a threat then.
The nurse stopped in front of a door and knocked on it. “Come in”, a male voice replied.
“Sir, I have escorted Claire Bakers at your command. She is ready for the examination.”
Claire stayed calm this time; she had managed to get ready for the upcoming events. Mark and the room with mindless persons had warned her already. She didn’t react at all and waited. The nurse opened the door and pushed her inside.
“Claire?” a man in a doctor-like outfit asked her.
“A - a - a,” Claire nodded and tried to stay calm.
“You can’t speak! You are a big girl though!” the man pushed her more.
“O - o - o,” Claire nodded. A real toddler would be proud of the sounds.
“Okay, walk around!” the man continued and Claire waddled around in front of him. The wet diaper was rubbing against her crotch and it was a bit unpleasant.
“Come and look at the cubes. Build a tower!”
There were several cubes sitting on a small table but Claire tried to stay in the role of a little girl and looked at the man as if she didn’t understand.
The man sighed heavily and walked over to the table and built a tower of five cubes. Claire followed him clumsily and tried to do it but her fingers really were clumsy and she failed at the third cube. The next attempt was more successful but she didn’t finish the tower anyway.
“Anything to report, nurse?” The man turned to the nurse.
“Nothing, sir. She was delivered two hours ago and she was able to hold her baby bottle. That’s all.”
“Well, lead her back and we will decide upon her tomorrow,” he sighed, “The commander won’t be pleased.”
The nurse grabbed Claire at hand and dragged her out of the room. Claire looked at the watch; it was almost noon.