Little Journeys

Chapter 1
New Hires

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Chapter Description: A group of new hires are asked to watch a series of safety videos before starting their new jobs. Little do they know that they are also being tested as they watch.

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In a world where the fountain of youth had been discovered, or at least the secret to altering one's age. The means to regress in age had been around now for a few years, and so there were many ways to go about it, and just one company with the patent. In the course of researching and making regression products, there were many mishaps with employees. Many accidental exposures to age regression technology frequently left employees too little to do their jobs, and thus relegated to the office daycare. Some were still able to do their jobs even though they were now diapered tots, but not many. Turnover was high as a result, and today there were a group of new hires coming in for their introduction meeting.

Chris, a man in his mid thirties with short, neat, brown hair and a well trimmed mustache. He wore a dark blue suit and blue tie to hopefully impress any higher ups that were watching. There were a few others around him, all similarly well dressed. He watched as a man entered wearing khaki pants and a blue t-shirt with the company's logo on it. He went around giving out plastic bags filled with various items to everyone. When Chris got his, he peered inside to see a large novelty sports bottle shaped like a baby bottle with the company logo on it, a box of crayons, some pamphlets, and a colorful little notebook.

“Hmph, what do they think we are, children?” asked a gentleman next to him. “Honestly, I know the company deals in youth, but this is kind of silly.”

“Sure.” said Chris. “But I'd rather a company be a little silly than too serious.”

“I've heard they recently lost a bunch of employees due to some accident.” said a tall woman wearing a red business suit. “They were all turned into babies!”

“Goodness.” said the man next to Chris. “If so, then these gifts are a little inappropriate.”

“I just hope we won't need real baby bottles.” said Chris.

“Don't worry.” said another man. “It's supposedly reversible.”

“It is?” asked Chris. “I've heard of some who are stuck as babies.”

“That so?” asked the man. “Well, I'm sure they'll think of some way to reverse it.”

“There's a big nursery on the second floor.” said a woman with long blonde hair. “It's full of regressed employees.”

“What do they do there?” asked Chris. “Just play all day? Shouldn't they go to a proper daycare?”

“No, they still do any work they can.” said the woman. “It's just that they're little now and need space and equipment that suits their needs.”

“I guess if it's the company's fault, they must have some sort of plan for these things.” said Chris. “It only makes sense.”

“Attention please!” came a female voice over the intercom. “All new hires please gather in the meeting room for a mandatory safety training video.”

“Oh, interesting.” said Chris. “Maybe this will answer some questions.” He walked into the meeting room with the other new hires and sat down at a large, long wooden table. Soon an older woman with long brunette hair, wearing a brown business suit wheeled in cart with a large, old CRT TV and VHS player on it and hooked it up. She then turned to the others and smiled.

“Hello, my name is Brenda, and I would like to welcome you all to Little Journeys.” said the woman. “As you are all no doubt aware, we deal with reversing age here using the newly discovered youth recovery water. Most people desire to have their youth returned to them, but the research is still ongoing. We have to keep the formula secret and safe, which means you must learn to handle our products and recognize the possible dangers and traps that befall so many. One little slip up and you'll be back in diapers before you realize it. So now I'd like to present to you all a few short pieces that will explain safety procedures to you all, and the right and wrong way to go about installing youth traps as well as how to respond to age related accidents. Now I know not all of you will be coming into direct contact with our products, but the possibility is there, and due to a spike in accidents, our insurance company has required every employee to watch these.” She pressed a button and the lights dimmed. “Be sure to pay attention, since there will be a test of your knowledge afterward.” She started the video and left the room.

Chris sat there as the video began to play, feeling as though he were back in school and being shown a short safety film. He knew about the progress of regressive technology, but he wouldn't be dealing with any of the devices or products directly. Instead, he was hired as a system analyst, and would be spending most of his time behind a desk at a cubicle. As he sat and watched, the video began with a warbly tone and a bit of static, then a deep male voice could be heard.

“Welcome to the fascinating world of regression.” said the voice. “Here in this very building, the method to reverse aging was recently discovered. As a result, we've been able to see many new inventions created that reverse or halt the aging process. Some of these only affect the physical body, but some can also regress the mind. Some are temporary while others are permanent. It's important for you to know which formulas and devices do what, and how to properly handle them.” The video showed the scene of a storage facility. “Such as here, in our warehouse. Here you might find dozens upon dozens of things that can alter one's age.”

A large man with a thick black beard wearing blue coveralls and a hard hat appeared, walking up to a shelf of various containers filled with different fluids. “Here is someone taking stock.” said the voice. “Let's just call him...Stan. Stan has been working here for over a month now and things he has a pretty good handle on things.” The main was shown climbing a short ladder to reach a top shelf with a bucket of water in it. “However, he hasn't tested the handle on that bucket, which contains a full dose of our patented fountain of youth water. He also hasn't fixed the ladder he promised to fix days ago. It has a bit of a wobble to it, but Stan figures he can deal with it just fine.” The man fumbles with the bucket of water, grabbing onto the handle and pulling it down. The handle slipped from his grasp, and the water began spilling from the bucket. Stan awkwardly reaches for a shelf to stabilize himself, only to have the ladder fall over, sending him tumbling to the floor along with the water. He, as well as his clothes, get soaked in the water, and the man quickly stands up, trying to figure out what exactly it was he was splashed with. Soon his beard began to recede back into his face. Then he began shrinking into his clothes, going from a strong adult to a scrawny teen. He panics a bit and tries to call for help. His voice grows higher and higher, and the stubble left over from the beard he once had receded into his face, leaving behind smooth skin which was becoming softer and more pale with each passing moment. Without anyone around to help him, he soon finds himself stumbling over his shoes and the legs of his coveralls. Comical music begins to play as he slips around and stumbles, grabbing for anything to stabilize himself. He grows smaller and smaller, taking on more soft, round features as gaps appear in his teeth. He continues to panic as he shrinks down into his clothing, now a child back in single digits. His coveralls slip down his slender frame, exposing his small, nude body. There are gasps and giggles among those watching the video, but it was all very real. Stan's face grew red as he looked down at his once proud genitals, now shrinking away into a tiny pee-pee atop smooth hairless little balls. He sniffled and rubbed tears from his eyes as he shrank further and further. His body plumped with baby fat, and soon spurts of urine were flowing from his cute little wee-wee. He began to cry and wail, sounding just like a baby as he lost the ability to walk and plopped to his little wet bottom. He wailed louder and louder as he shrank more and more, until he had become a mere infant, sitting atop his wet clothes sucking his fingers. He sniffled again, looking around in confusion.

“Poor Stan.” said the narrator. “That was permanent physical regression water. While it didn't effect him mentally, his regressed emotions got the better of him, and now he's almost indistinguishable from an actual baby. Looks like he'll plenty of time to think about his mistakes as he grows up all over again. From taking stock to potty training, it can happen just that fast. Never leave things broken. Always fix your equipment, if not for yourself then for the next person using them. Make sure you have a good grip on any water or fluids, so as not to drop and splash them on yourself or anyone else. Remember, we're not responsible for accidents on the job, but will provide your first diapers free of charge should one happen.” A kind-looking woman wearing blue nurse scrubs appeared and gently picked up little Stan while wearing a face mask and rubber gloves. He was taken over to a nearby table where he was promptly diapered and then given a pacifier and a bib that said “Accident's Happen” on the front. He blushed hotly as he buried his head in the nurse's chest.

The scene faded to back, then there was a pause, and a new short began.

“There are a number of different indigestible products that we make.” said the narrator. The scene opened up on a woman with long black hair wearing a brown office dress, walking away from her desk. “It's lunch time, and Jenny here is on her way to the break room. She has brought her own lunch to work today, and as she searched through the fridge, she grabs what she thinks is her bottle of water.”

The woman takes her lunch from the fridge and sits down at a nearby table to begin eating. She takes a sip of the water as she eats. At first, nothing seems off, but soon she begins to visually change. Her chest begins to shrink and her clothes look looser. She chews her sandwich and drinks more water, adjusting her outfit, then suddenly shrinks down even more. Her appearance is more like that of a teenager than an adult now, and she notices things getting bigger. She swallows her sandwich, then looks at the water closely. The label looks like the same one on her bottle, but it says “WARNING: FOY SAMPLE” on it. She immediately stands up, only to have her skirt tumble down to the floor. She shuffles awkwardly in her comically large heels, but continues to shrink and regress, now dropping below the puberty line. Her chest is now as flat as any boy's is, and she looks like a child dressing in mommy's clothes. She does her best to maintain her dignity, but stumbles out of her shoes and nearly falls down. She struggles to hold her panties up, reluctant to let them fall as she reaches up to the big, red, emergency button on the wall. However, before she gets there, she has suddenly shrunk down too small to reach. She sniffles and calls out for help in a high pitched voice, sounding like a child about to have a crying fit. She slowly deflates into her own clothing, her face becoming softer and rounder. Her hair becomes shorter and lighter in color. She steps one pudgy foot at a time, doing her best to stay upright as she tries to leave the break room. Her face and body become more plump with baby fat, and her fingers and toes become stunted and chubby. Tears roll down her cheeks now as she sniffles and starts to whimper. She feels her legs weakening, and knows babyhood is next for her.

A co-worker happens upon the regressing woman and recognizes her shirt. They quickly pick her up, leaving her clothes behind as she yells in protest, covering her crotch as best she can. The co-worker enters the break room and hits the button, then does his best to calm her down, rocking her and patting her hair as she dwindles down into full infancy.

“Always check the labels of anything you eat or drink.” said the narrator as the scene shows a couple of people show up wearing blue scrubs and face masks to take the wailing infant away. “It's bad enough to be regressed to infancy, but this was on her daughter's sweet sixteenth birthday. Won't she be surprised to see she has a little sister for a mom now, and will be the one helping to change her diapers and bottle feed her. Embarrassing? You bet it is, but it doesn't have to be. As long as you are keenly aware of your surroundings and never take things for granted.”

The scene fades and then starts up with a male and female employee walking through a room with lots of complex equipment.

“It's not just water and liquids that you may come into contact with.” said the narrator. “There are a number of devices and objects that can cause regression, and it's important to not only recognize them, but stay clear of them.”

“Got any plans tonight?” asked the man.

“Oh, I don't know.” said the woman. “I kind of just want to relax and watch a movie with a nice glass of wine.” She was carrying a very large purse as she walked along in her high heels, not paying attention to the various equipment around them.

“That sounds like a good plan.” said the man. “Maybe I'll do the same, but with the guys at the bar.”

“I've just had a stressful week.” said the woman. She walked by an electric device that looked like it had a Tesla coil on top of it. Energy sparked and crackled around the top, arcing from one pole to another. “I can really use the down time.”

“Now be careful there.” said the man, pointing to the device. “That looks dangerous.”

“Oh, don't worry.” said the woman. “I'm always real careful.” Just then, the strap on her bag caught a lever, and pulled it down. The machine whirred to life, becoming louder and arcing up even more energy. The man tried to shield the woman from what was coming, but they were both struck by a massive energy bolt. In a flash, both of them had been reduced to diapered infants, lying on the floor looking very confused. They were tiny and chubby now, unable to walk or talk. They began to babble at each other, then fell to their backs, looking up at the huge machine in confusion. The baby boy began sucking on his toes while the baby girl kicked her legs and babbled. The lady's big purse had become a diaper bag, which they would both need from now on.

“You can never be too careful.” said the narrator. The camera focused on the two infants, then panned up to the machine. “Especially when dealing with stray energy bolts.” The camera then panned back down to the infants cooing on the floor. “Unfortunately for these two, this regression method has regressed their minds as well as their bodies. It's still unclear if it will be permanent or not.” As the camera began to get closer to the two, zooming in on their plump little bodies, another flash of blue energy seemed to strike the camera. When it cleared, the view was suddenly from the floor, and a thickly diapered baby came crawling out from behind it, up to the other two babies. “Well now, looks like the poor camera man got too close! Even while filming a safety film you must remember to be careful. If you see arcing energy like this, stay away and find the shut off switch in the room. Switch it off to cut power to everything in the room and call on the emergency care crew to come take care of anyone effected.” The machine was turned off, and a couple of nurses wearing blue scrubs walk up to pick up the babies. They were all just cooing, thumb sucking little babies now, knowing nothing about who they were or what was going on. “Oh well, off to the company nursery with them.” The scene faded out, then back in on the scene of what looked like a daycare, but with scientists running tests.

“Our scientists have cooked up a number of things that can regress a person.” said the narrator. “They develop and test these things in secure rooms, which are supposed to be locked whenever an experiment is taking place. However, there are times when they forget, so there is also a sign warning of danger. It's important to pay attention to these signs and double check to see if an experiment is running before entering.”

The scene changed again, showing a woman in a business suit and open toe sandals rushing down the hallway with a stack of papers in her hands. “Oh gosh, I'm late to the meeting!” said the woman, rushing up to a door with a warning sign next to it.

“Now, she knows very well that this is an experiment room.” said the narrator. “But she has used this room as a shortcut to get to the elevators quicker many times. Today she is in such a rush that she ignores the sign and tries the door anyway. Unfortunately for her, it opens.” Inside the room looked more like a nursery than a lab. There was a soft, multi-colored, foam puzzle floor as well as some baby toys scattered around, and a few people walking around wearing special shoes. “Sometimes all you have to do is touch one of these devices for it to regress you, which is why it is always important to wear regression resistant clothing, like these close-toed insulated shoes the staff is wearing. It's very important not to walk on this floor with just any shoes. It may look like any soft, foam flooring for a child's nursery, but this one has a special energy running through it. The only way to avoid it is to never let your bare skin touch any part of it.” The people wearing the insulated shoes walked across the floor without issue, checking the intensity of the energy the floor was using. The woman rushed into the room in spite of the test going on.

“Sorry guys, I'm late and need a shortcut!” said the woman, rushing into the room.

“Ma'am please stop!” one of the scientists pleaded. “The floor! You don't have the right shoes on!”

“I don't have time!” said the woman, hurrying across the room. As soon as parts of her bare feet hit the floor, a shock of energy flowed into her. She began shrinking rapidly with each step, her clothes seeming to shrink along with her. Even so, she seemingly still more concerned with getting across the room than her age dwindling away. Her hair softened and shortened, and her chest began to flatten as if her breasts were balloons. She quickened her pace, but as she grew smaller, the floor seemed to expand around her. Her hips narrowed and her rear shrank as she tried her best to carry a stack of papers across the room. With each step, she grew smaller and younger, and her clothing writhed and wiggled on her body. Her face took on a more rounded, innocent appearance and her arms and legs became shorter and weaker. She was having trouble holding the heavy stack of paper now, and nearly fell a few times. She began to walk slower as her legs weakened and her grip loosened. Her panties poofed out into thick disposable diapers, and her outfit shrank, becoming a small, pink onesie with ponies on it. Her sandals changed into cute little pink and white sneakers that lit up in the back. Forced to waddle now, she almost made it across the floor when her legs grew weak and chubby. She took a few steps, then fell to her newly padded rear, dropping the papers in the process. She sat there looking confused, then began crawling around trying to gather the papers. “I gah go!!” Her voice had grown high and small, as did her manner of speaking. She stopped for a moment, looking away as a yellow stain began to spread across the front of the crinkly white diaper as she looked down and blushed, but kept going, eventually gathering the papers and trying to leave the room. She seemed to not notice the changes, and was still focused on her job. A nice technician came up to her, wearing the right safety equipment, and picked her up, placing a pacifier in her mouth.

“Let's get you changed before your big meeting.” said the technician, taking her over to a nearby changing station.

“Looks like she should have made sure to wear the proper protection in this room.” said the narrator. “This special floor quickly transforms anyone walking on it into a tiny toddler, unaware that any change has taken place. They only think of themselves as having always been little, and try to carry on with their business, but frequently find themselves doing their business in a diaper. Lucky for her, this one isn't permanent, and wears off after some time being off the special floor.”

Next there was a break in the presentation, and some got up to stretch their legs. Chris had watched the instructional video intently, gulping a little, not wanting to end up a tiny diapered infant. He watched as one of the new hires went over to a nearby water cooler and filled their novelty bottle with water, then return to their seat. He was feeling a bit thirsty too, but decided to wait until the video was over to get something. Instead, he focused on taking a few notes about the videos and wondered if the ones in it had agreed to be regressed or if it was an actual accident that happened to them. Then again, it would have been easy to use special effects to imply people were turned into babies. As he wondered, he spotted a small toddler boy wearing a tiny business suit and obvious diaper, walked in and up to the front. He was sucking on a pacifier which was attached to his suit pocket, and carrying a small stack of papers. Someone put a small set of stairs for him to walk up in order to be visible to everyone in the room. He rustled some papers in his hands and cleared his throat, prompting the others to sit back down. He spat out his pacifier and began to speak.

“Fankoo.” said the little boy. “Many of you may fink dis is fake. Twust me it not. Jus wook at me. Guess how owd I was.... I was fifty-thwee. I happy ta haf mowe wife to wive, buh I stuck in dis body, soundin' wike a baby, weawin an' usin diapuhs because I was no cawefuw.” There were a few quiet snickers and whispers going around the room, prompting the little man to address them. “Ish na funny. It tuwn ya wife upside down. How many of yoo haf kids?”

Chris looked around the room. A few people there raised their hands, but he didn't have any children, nor even a wife.

“Imagine bein' youngew dan dem.” said the boy. “Imagine potty twainin em onwy to hafta weaw n use diapuhs yersewf. Ish no waffin mattew. Nevew fowget whewe ya awe n wha ya doin. We haf a few mowe tips to show you befowe we get stawted. Pwease pay attention as...” He paused for a moment, then grunted a little and blushed before resuming. “a-as you may be in da same situation. Fankoo again.” He hopped down and others clapped as he waddled away, popping his pacifier back into his mouth. Now the rear of his diaper sagged and bounced when he moved, and the unmistakable odor of a messy diaper followed him out of the room. Others murmured about his appearance, calling it into question. The messy diaper got their attention the most, as they figured no one would willingly soil themselves in a professional setting like that. Chris found it fascinating, but also frightening.

The lights dimmed again and the TV came back on, this time the scene was of what looked like an audio recording studio. There were people wearing ear plugs and noise canceling headphones while playing various sounds and music mixes. “Everyone likes a good tune.” said the narrator. “Music can rejuvenate the soul, but here our scientists are studying music and sounds that can regress the body. Too bad someone didn't lock the door or turn on the 'Active Session' warning light just outside the door.” The door opened and an older man with long gray hair and a beard, wearing a dark blue jumpsuit and pushing a mop and bucket around entered. “Here, two mistakes were made, but the result only effects one.”

The janitor began pushing his mop bucket around, using his mop to clean the floor. He seemed to be enjoying the sounds he heard, and was moving with rhythm. The scientists tried to warn him, but he was too caught up in the sounds to notice. They tried turning the sound off, but the experiment wouldn't stop until it had finished playing. Soon it was apparent that the janitor was growing younger. His once gray hair began to change color from the root outward, turning a dark black. The wrinkles on his face and hands began to vanish, and he was now moving faster. For a moment, his body began to grow larger and stronger, indicating that he was once a very fit person who worked out. However, that body too began to dwindle and fade. His facial hair receded until it was just a few sparse hairs. He was just a scrawny teen now, pushing his bucket around. He struggled a little with the mop, suddenly feeling a bit physically awkward. His height dropped lower and lower, and his face took on more childish quality. The jumpsuit he wore was wrinkling on him, and his shoes appeared comically large on his dwindling frame. His hair became shorter and softer, and his facial hair had long since completely vanished, leaving only smooth, plump, rosy cheeks on his face. He struggled a bit more, only now realizing something was wrong. He noticed his bucket was way heavier than it used to be, and he kept stepping out of his shoes. He seemed shocked at first, but then began to laugh. He sounded like a little boy being tickled, and his voice grew higher and higher as his body shrank down into his jumpsuit. He giggled to himself as he pushed the bucket with both hands and used the mop even though it was way too big for him. The neck of his jumpsuit fell down around his shoulders, exposing his smooth, bare chest. It soon fell down past his protruding tummy, then to the floor, revealing he wore nothing underneath. He just stood there looking down at himself in surprise. Curiously, he began probing his dwindling body, curious as to how it all felt now. He watched as his penis shrank more and more between his legs, causing him to blush. A strong stream of urine suddenly sprang from it and began tinkling on the floor, making a puddle at his feet. He looked up at the scientists as the sounds stopped, leaving him just a naked tot in need of a diaper. He simply smiled and pushed the heavy mop one more time, trying to mop up his mess. He then smiled and held his arms up to the scientists to let them pick him up and take him to one of the emergency diaper change rooms and treatment centers.

“Well now, it seems this little fellow quite enjoys his new youth.” said the narrator as it showed him being wiped and diapered. “Not every accident is a sad or panicked one. Sometimes they can be happy, especially for those of us who are older and wish for second chances. He may not be so happy though, in the near future. As it turns out, the sounds he heard caused permanent regression, meaning he is now stuck at this age forever. He'll be playing in the sandbox with a tiny bucket and shovel from now on, no longer able to do his job here. He'll likely get sent to the adoption center unless his family agrees to take care of him for as long as he lives. Remember, it's not only your life that is impacted by a regression accident in the work place. It often impacts the lives of your family and loved ones as well. Remember to always be on guard for these situations, and be alert to signs and warnings.” The scene faded out again.

“It isn't always those uninvolved with the experiments who end up having an accident.” said the narrator. A new scene of an experiment room came on screen. In it were two scientists looking at a gun-like device on a table.

“Once it's ready, this ray gun will be able to change the age of anyone hit by it to whatever we set the number to be.” said one of the scientists. This one was an adult woman with long blonde hair.

“So not just younger, but possibly older too?” asked another scientist. This one was a younger male with short black hair. Both of them were wearing the traditional lab coats and scrubs seen on most of them in these videos so far.

“Yes, that's right.” said the female scientist. “It'll be a first. A possible antidote to the restoration of youth. Just think of the possibilities.”

“Fascinating.” said the male scientist. He picked up the ray gun and held it in front of him, looking it over.

“Careful now.” said the female scientist. “It isn't fully tested or tuned.”

“Eh, it's turned off.” said the male scientist. “There's no harm in having a look.” He turned it over in his hands, adjusting the dials and switches when it suddenly went off. It was aimed right at the female scientist, and struck her directly. She let out a sharp shriek and then began regressing.

“You fool!” shouted the female scientist. “I told you to be careful!” Her hair was becoming shorter, and her natural hair color began fading in from the inside outward. “Oooh, give me that!” She lunged for the gun, but the male scientist kept it away.

“No way am I letting you zap me with this!” said the male scientist.

The female scientist grew angry and began chasing the male scientist around the room, growing smaller all the while. “Give that to me!” she squeaked, her voice growing higher. Her breasts began deflating and her shoes slipped off of her feet. She took a bit of a tumble, accidentally leaving her pants and panties behind in a pile. She got up and blushed, adjusting her outfit. “Oooh! I said gimme!” She reached for it, but soon shrank out of reach of it. She began hopping up and down, trying to reach it so she could try and restore her age. “At least change the age and try it again!”

“But what if that just makes it worse?” asked the male scientist. “We need to wait and see how young you get, then make sure the ray works on a non-regressed person.”

“You big dummy!” shouted the dwindling scientist. “I can fix it! Give it!” She made grabby hands at the device, but the other scientist was keeping it out of reach.

“Sorry, but it's for the best.” said the male scientist.

“No faiw!” the little girl yelled, now a toddler. “It mine! I know how it wowk!”

“Are you sure?” asked the male scientist. “Do you remember the formula?”

“Yah I do!” said the little girl. “It's um...it was... I know it!” She was clearly losing her education as her mind and body regressed. “Now gimme! I wanna be big giwl!”

“Sorry, but I can't.” said the male scientist, obviously more than a little tickled by the adult turned child making demands like a real little girl.

“Buh I gotta...” said the girl. Her body continued to shrink and her mind continued to swirl the drain. “I gah go...” There was the sound of water hitting the floor, and she looked down to see that she was peeing. The front of her blouse was all wet and dripping, and her bare feet were now in a bit of a puddle. “Oh noes! I go poddy!”

“Uh oh.” said the male scientist. He reached over and hit a button that summoned emergency care services. “Umm, don't worry. They'll be here soon with some diapers.”

“Huh?” asked the little girl. “No! I nu need diapuhs! I big giwl!” She stomped her feet, making the puddle splash, and she shrank even more. Her body took on a more round, plump appearance. Her blouse fell down around her, as did the lab coat. She stood there naked and sniffling, tears running down her chubby cheeks. Soon her legs grew too weak to hold her weight, and she fell to her bottom, wailing like the infant she had become.

The emergency crew arrived and surveyed the situation, then secured the infant and prepped her for a bath and a diaper change. Meanwhile, the male scientist just stood there dumbfounded and holding the ray gun. The scene faded out and then back in, now showing the male scientist being scolded by their boss.

“Never assume a device is turned off or secure before handling.” said the narrator. “It could be someone else's life you ruin instead of your own. Those who accidentally cause the regression of another are typically sent to the company's special daycare and made to help there instead of continuing on with their usual work. In this case, this person will be made to help take care of their regressed co-worker for many years, until she grows up again. Odds are, she'll have a lot to say about it as she gets older, since her memory was only partially effected.” The scene changed to the daycare, where children of various ages were running around, and older people were looking after them. Among them was the male scientist from before, now changing the baby scientist's diaper. He made a face as he lifted her by the ankles and wiped the smear of poop from her behind. She was bawling throughout, not letting him have a moment's peace. He now had to feed her, change her, and even bathe her while working at the daycare. “Remember, it's in your contract.” The scene faded out again, then back in. This time it was of a man wearing an orange jumpsuit, with the company's logo on it, and tool belt inside of a cozy home where an older woman watched.

“Sometimes, when installing one of our regression trap devices in someone's home, the target could be you.” said the narrator. “Watch here and see what happens when you don't take the proper precautions as listed in the manual.”

“Thank you so much for coming and installing the new regression security device for me.” said the woman. She appeared to be in her fifties with a few gray hairs among her dark brown hair. She wore a blue and white dress along with a matching apron, appearing very motherly.

“It's no problem ma'am.” said the man. “This is one of our more popular models for homes.” He reached into a box and pulled out a small wooden cuckoo clock. He began hanging it on the wall while the woman watched on and smiled. He didn't notice when she reached into the box and pulled out a remote. She began examining it and pushed some buttons. The cuckoo clock began to go off, and a small ornate bird came out of a small door within it. The hands on the clock began spinning backwards rapidly. The man staggered back just as he had finished hanging it up, and almost immediately he began shrinking. “What have you done?!”

“Oh I know how these things work.” said the motherly woman. “I'm just so lonely here and wanted some children to take care of. This house used to be so lively, but all of my children grew up and moved away with children of their own. Now you'll be my children, and I'll raise you in a loving home.”

“B-but...” the technician stammered, now clearly more of a teen. His jumpsuit was wrinkling on him as his voice became higher pitched. “Y-you can't...” He looked down at his hands, watching them shrink and soften. “N-noooo!” His voice cracked and his height dropped by several inches as he went backwards through puberty.

The camera angle seemed to lower and wobble as the camera man was also being effected.

“Oh dear, that must be too heavy for you now.” said the woman. “Here, let me take that.” She reached over and picked up the camera, then turned it around to film the camera man, who was now just a confused looking boy in single digits. His dark chestnut hair began to grow lighter in color, becoming nearly blonde as he reached kindergarten age, then pre-school. His face grew red as his pants and underwear fell to the floor and he was left wearing just an adult-sized company t-shirt. Meanwhile the other man was in the same boat, nearing his diaper days again.

“I dun wanna be baby!” shouted the technician. He began to cry and wail as he shrank down into his huge jumpsuit. He was small enough now for the neck of the jumpsuit to wiggle down to his knees. His limbs plumped with baby fat and his stomach protruded, obviously having been a well fed toddler. As he shrank, his body took on more cherubic features. He stood there in shock and rubbed at his stomach and looked down at his little naked body. His penis dwindled down to a small, inch-long nub atop smooth, hairless balls. He swiftly covered himself with his little hands and began to sniffle, on the verge of crying.

“Oh my, just look at my precious little babies!” said the woman. She put the camera down where it could film them both, then went over to the camera man, who was squirming in his over-sized clothes, trying not to soil himself.

“Uh, um...” the camera man squeaked out, pressing down on his crotch as he did the potty dance. His control began to vanish, weakening with the rest of his body, and a dark stain appeared on the front of his shirt, which hung down to his feet. He too then began to sniffle and cry, looking down at himself in disbelief. “Oh no...”

“Awww, look at that.” said the woman. “Looks like it's back to diapers for you little man. We can't have you making messes on my nice clean floor.”

“No wan weaw diapuh!” shouted the little camera man. “I wan be big boy! I wan...wan...mommy! Mommy I hadda accident!” Tears rolled down his chubby cheeks as his legs wobbled and gave out. He ended up on his rear, then on his back, kicking and wailing as he peed in an arc onto the floor.

“My my, such messes you're making!” said the woman. “That's okay. Just let it all out. Soon you'll be safely back in diapers and loved by me. I'm sure my friends will just love you too. They all love a good baby shower.”

“Noooo!” the technician wailed. He collapsed on top of his jumpsuit and began to fuss and wail. He beat his hands and feet on the floor angrily as a puddle formed around him.

The two men continued to regress and wail on the floor until they were just two little naked babies sucking their thumbs and looking very confused. The woman just smiled and adjusted the clock, then used it on herself. She began to grow younger and healthier, her gray hair fading back to a healthier tone. She stopped it, now looking to be back in her prime, and also having ample breasts. She scooped up the two infants and wiped them down, then held them in her arms. “I think my babies are hungry.” she said, smiling and pulling her top down to expose her large, round, firm breasts. She held each baby up to a different nipple. They seemed unwilling at first, still fussing and squirming, but then the natural instinct to nurse kicked in, and each of them latched onto one of her nipples and began breast feeding. “There we go. Time to fill those little tummies. Don't worry, mommy has plenty of milk for you both.” She smiled and rocked them gently, patting their naked rears while humming a tune.

“Sometimes our inventions are used to make security traps for people.” said the narrator over the scene. “The intention is to subdue a would-be intruder without harming or killing them. Instead, they are turned into harmless little babies who get taken to the regression facility for evaluation. Like most of our devices, there are various settings for age, mentality, and duration. Most of the time these traps are set to temporary and only physical regression, but it seems this woman knew how to set them to be permanent. When working out in the field, you should always record your own work, just in case. Make sure the settings aren't too high, and keep the power off until you are ready to show them how it works. When dealing with someone you don't know, keep the remote on yourself, and politely decline anything they may offer you. They could want you as their own. This woman stole the recorded evidence and reported the incident as an accident, and offered to take care of the two former workers, but also asked for a proper installation of the clock. Let's see what happens this time.”

Inside the same house, another technician came in wearing the same jumpsuit as the other, only this time he had a body camera on him. The camera man followed, filming his every move, as well as getting multiple angles of the house. He brought in a familiar box and sat it on the floor, then gathered up the cleaned and folded clothes on a nearby table.

“Thank you for doing business with us.” said the technician. “This will only take a few minutes. After it's installed, I'll show you how it works.”

“Oh you're quite welcome.” said the woman. “And thank you for coming out. It sure is hot out today. So many people are just staying home and keeping cool. Would either of you like something to drink? I have water, lemonade, and iced tea.”

“I appreciate it ma'am.” said the technician. “I could use a nice glass of ice water.”

“Lemonade sounds good right about now.” said the camera man.

“Coming right up!” said the woman. She left and returned with a glass of ice water and a glass of cold lemonade for the men. “Here you are.” She gave them each their drinks and smiled.

“Aah, that hits the spot.” said the technician. “Thank you very much ma'am. Now then, let me show you how to set it up.” He showed her the remote and ran her through how it connected and functioned.

“As he explains how the device works, the technician soon starts to feel strange.” said the narrator. “He feels a bit dizzy and tingly all over. He keeps adjusting his clothes, thinking that he must have picked the wrong size of jumpsuit today. His voice cracks, so he takes another drink. It's only after looking down at the remote that he notices it seems bigger in his hands. As you might have guessed, the water he drank was our patented fountain of youth water. The first symptoms are the strange tingles and dizziness, followed by confusion. This means your body has begun to de-age and grow smaller. Your brain and nerves are becoming simpler and fresher. How would you handle this situation? Lets see how our technician handles it.”

The technician looked down at himself, then up to the woman, who was smiling down at him. He looked back and saw his camera man, now looking like a scrawny teenager. He suddenly shrank in short spurts and felt his clothes grow even roomier. He yelped and began to run, tripping over his shoes as he did. He seemed to shrink rapidly, his voice getting higher and higher as he ran outside with his camera man close behind. The POV of the camera kept dropping lower and lower as the camera man shrank. The camera was getting too heavy for him to keep steady, so it wobbled back and forth as he ran. The technician decided to ditch his over-sized jumpsuit and ran naked into the kitchen. His little bare feet went pitter-patter on the tile floor, and he spotted a door leading outside. Just barely able to reach it, he grabbed hold of the knob and opened it, then streaked outside. The camera man happened to get a cute closeup of the technician's bare bottom as he reached for the door and ran outside, but he too had long lost his clothes on the floor. They both ran naked and squealing out of the house, looking for a means of escape. They looked and saw that they were in the back yard, and there was a tall wooden fence around it. They looked back and saw the woman following them. The technician began to panic, and lost control of his bladder, peeing in the grass. The camera man filmed it as best he could, but the camera soon grew too heavy. He sat it down in the grass with it aimed at them.

“Wha do we do?” asked the camera man.

“I dunno!” squeaked the technician. He looked and spotted a small gap in the fence, then pointed at it. “Wook!” They both toddled quickly over to the gap and tried to squeeze through.

“We too big!” shouted the camera man.

“Not fow wong.” said the technician. He looked down at his chubby little hands as he watched himself shrink smaller and younger. Both were sniffling and fighting back tears, scared to let the giant woman grab them. They wobbled on their chunky little legs and fell forward onto the soft grass. The technician tried to squeeze through first, with the camera man pushing against his bare tush to get him through. After he popped through, he reached back and grabbed his camera man's little hand, pulling him through. The two babes crawled away as fast as they could while silly music played and the camera zoomed in on their naked rears.

“This time they were lucky.” said the narrator. “Even though they were turned into babies, they were able to get away just in time. However, they were still out for the installation and would soon be turned over to authorities as lost babies. Oh well, maybe the next worker will have more luck.”

The scene went back to the woman's house with the two tots now asleep in the playpen. Yet another technician walked in to install the clock.

“Okay ma'am, I'll have this installed in no time.” said the technician. “Then I'll explain to you how to program it.” He went about setting everything up, making sure to keep the power off and the remote in his pocket.

“May I offer you boys anything to eat or drink?” asked the woman.

“No thanks ma'am.” said the technician. “We're good.” Once he had finished though, he turned to see the woman holding a ray gun. Before he knew it, she had zapped him, and he began to shrink into his clothes as the woman laughed. She then turned and fired at the camera man as well.

“I'm going to have a big new family!” the woman yelled. “Hahaha! I got this sucker from the same lab you boys work for. You should really be more careful.”

The technician gasped and looked down at himself as he shrank down into a teenager. He felt a twinge of pain as he went backwards through puberty. “Nnf...n-no ma'am.” he said. He winced and dropped another few inches in height, and felt his underwear begin to inflate. “You don't understand what you've done.” He turned and looked at the camera man, at which point the view changed to his own body cam, and we see that he is having trouble keeping his clothes on while also filming. He is now just a teen, and shrinking rapidly.

“Oh?” asked the woman. “What don't I understand little boy?” She smiled, teasing him and watching them both shrink.

“You must not have read the contract you signed.” said the technician. He pulled a copy from his pocket as his work pants fell down, revealing what looked like thick training pants underneath.

“Oh dear, were you not potty trained before?” the woman laughed. “Looks like your undies have become diapers. How fitting!”

“Ahem...” said the technician, remaining calm. “This is a breach of contract, punishable by regression. That's regression of yourself, to infancy, both physically and mentally, forever.”

The woman gulped and cleared her throat, dropping the ray gun on the couch. “Oh, um, I um...” she stammered. “Oh well, how will they know? I'll just take your cameras after you're both too young to hold onto them.”

“This is a live broadcast ma'am.” said the technician, his voice becoming ever higher. His face was plumping with baby fat and his hair was shortening, softening, and turning a lighter color. It took on more of a cute, tousled look, making him look even more immature than he was currently.

“It...it is?” the woman asked, now appearing to worry. “Y-you can't just...that is to say, it's not how it...” As she searched for a proper excuse, she looked at the chubby little camera man, now a boy, completely nude after his clothes fell off, but still holding the camera steady.

The technician nodded as he continued to shrink out of his clothes. He stood there, now clad in a full fledged diaper with the company's seal on it. “Do ya see dis?” he asked, pointing at the logo. “It mean I a cewtified technician. If ya wegwess me ow my camewa man, ya can be wegwessed to da fuwwest extent.”

“N-no...” said the woman. “I'm sorry! I can't change you back, but I can pay for your services.”

“Dey can hewp us back at da wab.” said the technician, now a plump little toddler. He looked back at his blushing and naked little camera boy and giggled a little.

The scene changed to outside of the home, and the diapered tech waddled out with the naked infant camera man crawling behind him. The technician's diaper was stuffed with cash. It was the agreed upon amount, plus extra to not press charges. He toddled awkwardly but proudly, having never lost his composure even once.

“Well, they didn't quite get out of there unscathed, but luckily the effects of that ray can be reversed.” said the narrator as the camera zoomed in on the diaper, then the logo. “Remember, when you're out there, you're not just representing yourself, you're representing the whole company. You should stand tall, be proud, be prepared, and think clearly. Do your best, and make us proud! Otherwise, you could end up in our new diaper testing department! Hahaha! Good luck!”

The TV turned off and the lights came up. Chris rubbed his eyes and blinked as he adjusted to the light. That's when he heard the sounds of cooing and babbling. Looking around, nearly everyone else at the meeting had been slowly regressed into infants as they watched. One was still suckling from the novelty baby bottle greedily, lying on his back in a nest of his own clothes. Another was busy playing with her toes on the floor. A few others were now just chunky toddlers, using the crayons to scribble on the note pad paper provided to them while they sat naked on the large table.

“Well, I see we have narrowed it down.” said a sultry female voice from behind. She walked up to the front of the room with a clip board. She was an adult woman in her thirties wearing a gray and blue business suit. She looked at Chris and smiled. “Congratulations! You're hired!”

“Uh, thanks but I thought we were all hired.” said Chris.

“Yes, but also no.” said the woman. “We tend to run everyone we hire through this screening process to see if they can avoid being regressed. You avoided drinking the water and you watched the whole video without listening to the hypnotic music in the background. That sort of focus is something we can really use here. As you know, with the advent of regression technology, there comes a great risk of accidents and...leaks.” She looked over at one of the regressed new hires currently peeing in what was left of their clothes.

“W-well, I'm glad I passed.” said Chris, getting up from his chair. “I thought I was just getting an IT job and not dealing directly with the product nor the customers.”

“To be honest, there's really no way of avoiding exposure to the various methods of regression being developed here.” said the woman. “The best way to avoid them is by doing what the video said. Be alert, aware, professional, and knowledgeable. Keep your wits about you while working for us. There could be someone waiting to regress you and turn you into their baby.”

Chris gulped and blushed, just thinking about being one of the infants wiggling and cooing on the floor and table. “Uh-understood!” he said. “I hope I do you proud miss...”

“Oh, you can call me Gloria.” said the woman.

“Ms. Gloria.” said Chris. He stood and walked up to her, then shook her hand.

“I hope you do us proud as well.” said Gloria. “Now, if you'd help me gather up these babies for their first new diaper change, I'd appreciate it.”

“Oh, I thought there were people on standby for such emergencies.” said Chris.

“There are, but it'll still take a minute or two for them to get here.” said Gloria. “Remember, always help a regressed co-worker if you can. It's a tremendous help to the company when you do.”

“R-right.” said Chris. He began gathering up the cooing and crying babies while Gloria spread out a soft, minky baby blanket to lie them on. He got a little wet, but otherwise did an impressive job.

Gloria smiled at him and his handling of the infants. “Yes, he'll do just fine.” she said to herself.

 

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