New Life

Chapter 1
First part

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Chapter Description: Lots o' stuff happens

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Rehab

“This court finds you guilty of armed robbery, resisting arrest, assault on an officer, and grand theft auto; seeing your previous record, you could get up to life without parole.” This was the verdict for 26 year old Kaitlyn Biggs; after a failed bank robbery she was at the mercy of Judge Thompson... again. Her life isn’t exactly a success story, she was a fairly privileged child from wealthy parents who spoiled her; she developed early and at fifteen went to a party and lost her virginity. At sixteen her parents more or less disowned her and sent her to boarding school. At seventeen she was selling drugs and making decent money; at eighteen, after failing to graduate, she started doing small hold-ups. Finally, at twenty she joined a little gang and worked her way up, now she was the one in charge, which brings us to present day.

“What am I paying you for?!” Kaitlyn was worried now and furious at the best lawyer death threats could buy, Brian Stills.

“Don’t worry, I have a friend who runs a new program for people in your situation, it’s a cake-walk, barely a slap on the wrists, this judge’ll go for it no problem.” This seemed to calm her nerves a little, but she was still worried, “Your Honor, if I may suggest a punishment for my client?”

“Go ahead Mr. Stills...” The judge was clearly weary of this and just wanted it over with, but was slightly curious as to what he had to offer.

“Now, ?Life in Prison’, what good is that? It’s taxpayer money wasted to keep people like my client locked away for good, they’re not rehabilitated in any way,” He paused purely for show, “Now what if there was a way to completely change someone’s thoughts and outlook on life? Wouldn’t that be better? The program I’m suggesting turns hardened criminals that are just victims of their environment, into upstanding citizens.” There was a murmur of approval. “This program, ?New Life’ has a 100% success rate and is in my opinion the best route for my client.” He walked over to Judge Thompson’s seat and handed him some paperwork which he quickly read through.

Judge Thompson seemed happy with this, “Ms. Biggs, is this preferable to prison for you?”

“Yes, Your Honor.” I’ll be out in a week, and I’m not about to be caught again.

“Then tomorrow you will be sent to the ?New Life’ facility, court adjourned!”

The next day at six in the morning Kaitlyn got up and with just the clothes on her back, was driven in an armored van to the facility. No guards, wow, I could just escape in an hour! But it is huge, maybe they just hope you get lost and never come out! “Welcome to New Life Ms. Biggs.”

“Oh, hi.” Kaitlyn looked down to see a women standing there, not that the women was short, she was probably around 5’8”, but Kaitlyn was 6’1”, she was proud of her height, and she was quite the specimen, a fit, 180 lbs., a nice pair of 34 Cs, light brown hair to her mid-back, and blue-gray eyes.

“I’m Dr. Claire, and I will be showing you around.” As they shook hands Kaitlyn saw her guide was wearing a lab coat, it was a little low cut, exposing the top of a black lace bra and a good bit of cleavage. She wore her black hair up in a functional, but decent looking bun.

“That’s good because I don’t know what you guys do exactly.”

“Well, you’ll see during your time here, but our over-arching goal, is to turn you into a valued member of society.”

“Ok...”

“Let’s walk,” She turned and Kaitlyn followed down a fairly average hallway.

“Here at New Life, we believe a supportive community is the best way to rehabilitate people, so there are about forty women, just like you here, and we will try to get you to talk and get to know one another, as well as to hold each other accountable for your actions, we don’t believe strict or severe punishments help to get you on the right track, if we did you would all grow dependant and when you leave you would end up living in a van, down by the river. On that note we let you have relative freedom on campus, and you can leave whenever we feel you’ve learned your lesson.”

Wow, Stills wasn’t lying, this place is a cake-walk, “Sounds fair.” Dr. Claire led her around, showing her different areas of the facility and it seemed like a nice club to Kaitlyn.

“Alright here is your room, here is the key, and my number is on the table so you can call me from your room if you need anything, bye.” She hurried off.

“See ya,” Kaitlyn opened the door to find a fairly nice, if plain, room; it had a bed, a phone, a small desk, a closet full of nice, simple clothes, and even it’s own bathroom. I’m staying in a hotel! Kaitlyn spent the rest of the day looking around and talking to people, it turned out everybody had their own doctor that took care of them; she also noticed workers a few times, she thought of them as guards, but also thought she could take them because they were all petit women. After dinner which she ate with a women named Tani Ross, a half-Japanese woman with a slender, 5’3” build and perky B-cups. She was on her second day since New Life had just opened a week ago, she went back to her room when she finished.

There was a knock on the door, “It’s Claire.” Kaitlyn opened the door, “Sorry to say Kaitlyn, but there is a catch to staying here.”

Oh great, here’s where the shit hits the fan. “What is it?”

“You just need to wear this,” she pulled out a metallic looking collar.

“That’s it?” She was doubtful.

“Yeah”

“Fine with me.” At that Claire pulled back Kaitlyn’s hair and snapped on the chokerish accessory.

“You can’t take it off, don’t worry, it won’t shock you or anything, it just helps us analyze you faster and get you back to freedom.”

“Sure...” Kaitlyn didn’t like the collar, but it was still a thousand times better than life. Claire left and Kaitlyn went to bed, surprised to not be bothered by the collar.

She woke up the next day and took a shower; she hadn’t had sex since the robbery almost three months ago and had to let a little energy out so she slid her middle two fingers into her pussy and played with her breast with the other hand, she did this for about five minutes and satisfied herself. She stepped out of the shower slightly calmer and got dressed in one of the outfits that were waiting for her, they weren’t bad clothes actually, she wore a blue blouse and a nice white skirt, they both fit pretty well. Underneath she wore plain white panties and a bra to match, on her feet were black flip-flops. She went to get breakfast, which today was blueberry pancakes, she ate pretty quickly, they were good. After breakfast, she headed over to the gym area, in the locker room she had her own locker and some work out clothes, she changed and headed in. Kaitlyn went to the weight room and saw Dr. Claire there, “Hey,”

“Hello Ms. Biggs, enjoying your time?” She looked up from her weights.

Kaitlyn sat down in the machine next to her, “Yeah, this is a great place here, pretty new equipment.”

“We believe part of leading a healthy life is having a healthy body, so it’s nice to see one of our patients taking advantage of the gym.”

“You’re pretty strong for your size.” Kaitlyn said this as she lifted 40 lbs. more than the doctor, almost showing off.

“Thank you, I come here almost everyday.” They chatted and exercised for about an hour, then Kaitlyn showered, changed, and left for lunch.

With her club sandwich she again sat next to Tani and they talked a little, “Claire is making me wear this.” She motioned at the collar.

“That’s not too bad, my doctor, Sierra, makes me bathe every night with this weird soap and shampoo, besides your collar is kinda cute.” They both chuckled. “Most of the women here have some weird thing their doctor has them do, but Sierra tells me it only takes about a month and we’re out of here, which is better compared with 10-20 years in prison?”

“You don’t seem like the type to rob banks or kill people, what are you in here for?”

“I embezzled about forty million from my company, then someone found out and I threatened his life, so needless to say, I was found guilty, and now I’m here, but once I get out, I go back to being a CEO.”

“It must be nice to be in charge.”

“Yes it is.” They laughed at this and then parted ways.

That night Kaitlyn put on a nightie that was in her closet, turned out the lights and went to bed.

Journal Entry #312

Subject: Kaitlyn Biggs

Chronologic Age: 26

Current Age: 25

Days of Study: 1

Method: Collar 12

At this stage it is too early to tell how effective my method is, but my guess is that she has already regressed a year, but with my method cognitive abilities will regress faster than the actual body, so I expect results by tomorrow; more on that when the time comes.

#312 Completed

Claire closed her laptop and stretched; maybe I’ll see how Sierra is doing. At this she left her room and headed down the hall. Not in her room? Must be with her patient. Claire recalled where Sierra’s patient’s room was and headed there, when she got there the door was opened; she listened to the conversation inside.

“Have you been bathing with these daily?”

“Of course”

“Why are the bottles still full?”

“Well umm...”

“Alright, looks like I can’t trust you, so I’ll have to run a bath for you.”

“What?!”

“C’mon, I’m a doctor, a doctor who can sign your life away to prison.”

“Fine” A couple seconds later Claire heard water running and walked in as if she had just gotten there.

“Oh, hi Sierra”

“Claire,” She turned to her patient patient, “Undress and get ready.” The woman, Tani Ross, did as she was told then went into the bathroom and shut the door.

“So you’re going with a topical method?” Claire said this with an air of skepticism as she eyed her co-worker, Sierra Bailey, the girl who had been one step ahead of Claire her entire life, from first grade honor roll, to high school sports, to organic chemistry, even in looks, and on this point she made it clear, her lab coat looked more like a one piece mini skirt, and short-sleeved jacket that accentuated her glorious, near D cups. Claire snapped back to reality as Sierra replied.

“Anything wrong with that?”

“Well, looks like your patient couldn’t be trusted to do it.”

“As you can see, I fixed that, there are muscle relaxants in the water, so when she gets in she won’t get out for a while.”

“Mind if I watch your little experiment?”

“Whatever satisfies your little dyke fantasies.”

“Says the girl in the whore coat.” At this point a little emotion was bubbling over.

“At least you’ll be able to see the inferiority of your little toy leash.” At this both women stormed into the bathroom where a naked Tani waited. Sierra was frustrated and snapped at her “In the tub!”

“You don’t have to yell, jeez.” Tani hadn’t heard the conversation in the other room and didn’t like Sierra’s tone.

“Cool down Sierra”

“You’re one to talk, you wound up bitch.”

“What?!”

“You heard me.” Sierra said this with a smug finality that set Claire off, and with a loud crack she slapped Sierra hard across the face, it was silent for a few seconds, “Tani, stay in my room tonight it’s room 612.” Tani was relieved to leave the tense situation, and was gone quick. “So, what now?” Claire was silent as she realized what had happened. “You mute?” Sierra bent down to drain the tub, “Well I might be angry too if there was somebody always ahead of me; smarter, stronger, better figure.” She said the last part with bite.

“You know Sierra, you’re right, but we can fix that.” Sierra turned around just fast enough to see Claire pushing her into the tub. After a few seconds of struggle, Claire got the upper hand as Sierra’s muscles relaxed in her own solution, finally she had not nearly enough strength to fight Claire and they let go of each other and Sierra lay defeated in the bath.

“What are you going to do to me?” Sierra was a little panicked.

“Well, first let’s get you out of those clothes.” Claire easily lifted her limp rival from the tub and stripped her naked, she then drained the tub half-way and put her back in. Claire had to admit, Sierra did have quite the body, but that didn’t matter now. “Now, which first, soap or shampoo?”

Sierra was almost sobbing now, “Please don’t do this Claire.” Claire briefly glanced at Sierra but then grabbed the bottle of soap and with gloves on lathered some up in her hands.

“Now let’s see if this works as well as you say it does.” Claire started scrubbing Sierra’s body everywhere, as she worked on her breasts Sierra let out little, muffled moans of pleasure, Claire smiled and made her way downwards where she gave Sierra’s lower lips a thorough scrub. Sierra was forgetting about her predicament as she blushed and bit her finger.

“Claire...plea...” Claire didn’t even look up, and not moving the hand massaging Sierra’s pussy, moved the other one to her ass where it started teasing her anus, then once she had loosened up a bit slid one then two fingers in and out causing Sierra to moan even louder, “Don’t stop...please.” Claire couldn’t take anymore after this, she pulled Sierra out of the tub, dried her off, and stripped herself, and breast to breast they started making out passionately. Claire’s hands were still working down below; Sierra’s had embraced Claire’s back and waist tightly.

After a few minutes they had made their way to the floor, but Claire noticed something, she was closer to Sierra, not emotionally, but physically, there was less between them, this was because Sierra’s breasts were now small B cups, Claire looked at her face, she looked about 16, Claire tried to keep Sierra from noticing longer, so she moved down, and began eating Sierra out like a pro, but after 5 minutes something felt different, Claire looked up and saw a smooth, hairless pubic mound, she giggled, and saw her face, she looked 13-14, Claire knew she couldn’t keep on like this, so she got up, “Claire why did you sto... What’s with my voice?!” Sierra stood up to see that Claire was a good 8 inches taller than her, she looked down at herself to see, well nothing: budding breasts, no pubic hair, and the ground, a lot closer than she remembered. Then she remembered what had happened, “The antidote! It’s not too late!” She began to sprint out the door, but bigger and stronger than the now 12 year old; Claire caught her in a hug and spun her around.

“It’s way too late sweetie.” Claire said this in a genuinely happy voice as she used her free hand to drain the tub and run a warm shower. As she put the naked little girl in the shower (she no longer had any sexual interest in her.) she got her gloves back on and lathered up the shampoo.

“Claire stop! Once both are used the effects are permanent!”

“That’s the idea CC.” Claire started scrubbing Sierra’s head.

“Nobody’s called me CC since third grade... Claire don’t.”

“You look like you should be in third grade, and if big girl Sierra did a good job soon you’ll think like you should be in third grade.” Claire giggled.

“Claiwe stop it, I don’t wanna be a baby!” Her pleas fell on deaf ears as Claire continued to lather in the shampoo. Sierra was about 8 now, her brain was still around 20, but both were rapidly falling. Soon she was sucking her thumb while Claire washed the shampoo’s residue out of her hair, Sierra looked about three, she was now small enough for Claire to pick up and hold, but her brain was around 15; her childish instincts made her giggle as Claire dried her off, “I’wl get back atchoo, woo won’t get away wit dis.”

Again she was ignored, but not entirely this time, “Aren’t you cute, but a few more years off that big ol’ brain of yours wouldn’t hurt. You know, I heard child-like stimuli greatly speed up the process.” With that Claire sat down and put Sierra over her lap, “You’ve been such a naughty girl your whole life; always mean to me and others, but this time you’ll be raised better, I won’t send you to school, I’ll teach you how to cook, clean, and find a husband, you’ll be so happy!” Sierra started crying. “Oh, don’t worry CC this’ll be over soon.” Claire gave her three little swats on the butt that to Sierra’s three year old cheeks felt like full smacks. She cried louder, and her brain regressed to seven, her body to two, Claire lifted her up and cradled her in her arms, kissing her on the forehead and cooing, this calmed her down and made her sleepy, and after her brain regressed a few more years, Claire lifted her to her nipples where CC started to suckle, nothing came out of course, but the mere act sent her brain racing back, she slowly forgot her life and everything she knew, then she fell softly, soundly asleep. “I guess I should put you in the nursery, they won’t notice one more toddler.”

Meanwhile, in Kaitlyn’s room, everything was fine, she was fast asleep under the sheets, and looked happy, a smile even crossed her lips as warm liquid came from between her legs, she rolled over in her sleep.

What the...? Kaitlyn was stunned as she woke up to feel a very cold rush of air through her crotch; she threw the sheets off to find her white nighty a faint yellow around her waist. Shit, I haven’t wet the bed since I was like, six, what happened? She threw the garment in the trash and took a nice, hot shower to forget about that fluke. When she went to breakfast Tani didn’t seem to be around, at the gym, she didn’t see Claire. Weird day. She ate dinner and went back to her room. She was surprised to see Claire waiting for her, “Ms. Biggs, care to explain these?” She held up what Kaitlyn instantly realized was the nightie she wore the night before.

“Umm, well, that is, uhh...” She continued this shining example of the English language for a few moments until Claire interrupted.

“Did you wet the bed last night?” She asked this as kindly as it could be asked.

“Well yes, but it won’t happen again, really.” She didn’t make eye contact while saying this.

“I believe you, but I’ll have to check on you in the morning.” Claire threw the nightie away and turned off the lights as she left. Kaitlyn changed into some basic panties before going to bed.

Journal Entry #313

Subject: Kaitlyn Biggs

Chronologic Age: 26

Current Age: 25

Days of Study: 1

Method: Collar 12

A small measure of success is that subject has lost night-time bladder control, although I doubt she has regressed any further today, within the next few days I expect more changes to occur.

#313 completed

Claire was very excited as she shut her computer off, because now she had two subjects, one of which New Life has no knowledge of and she could do with whatever she wanted, which is exactly what she was going to do now.

Tani was confused as to what just happened, she was in her doctor’s room after some other doctor and Sierra got into a fight, but didn’t know what to do. She finally decided to call it a night, but right as she was turning out the lights that same doctor came in. “Tani Ross, right?” Tani nodded, “Well, Claire quit so I’m you’re new doctor.”

“You mean to tell me she just randomly quit after your fight with her?” Tani knew something was up and was suspicious of this woman.

“How ?bout we listen to some music Tani?” Claire popped a CD in the stereo by the bed and took a seat right next to Tani. “What were you saying about our fight?” A soothing tune was quietly filling the room.

“I was just wondering...since she...left right after...if...um, I gotta go potty.” Tani was shifting back and forth with her hand covering her crotch.

Claire held back a little smirk as she took Tani’s hand. “Oh then let’s go.” She led a waddling Tani to the bathroom where she took off her pants and silk underwear and sat on the toilet. Claire threw the pants and undies away as she watched Tani on the toilet after a few seconds the half naked woman started to go, then she started swinging her feet in the air.

“I finished!” Tani yelled excitedly.

“Oh what a big girl you are! Let’s get you cleaned up.” Tani giggled as Claire wiped her vagina dry with some toilet paper. “Let’s get you back into your pull-ups then off to bed.”

“But I wasn’t in pull-ups before.” Tani was getting pouty about it.

“What do you mean, you haven’t worn diapers since you were a widdle baby, you don’t want them now do you?” She said this in a very patronizing tone.

“No! I want my Pull-Ups!”

“That’s what I thought a big girl would say; now let’s get that shirt off.” Claire pulled Tani’s shirt over her head, then unhooked her bra revealing two, tan mounds with small, dark kisses on the front. After she finished sizing up Tani, Claire brought out a pull-up and slid it up the still naked girl’s long, slim legs, when she got to her hips she ran her fingers through the neat, triangle of black hair above her pussy, “Looks like you spent a long time on this, but tomorrow I’ll have to do something about it.” She finished the change and pulled Tani up in her arms. “Time for bed, little Tani.”

Tani yawned, “I’m not sleepy.” She wrapped her legs around Claire’s waist and her arms around her neck, she nuzzled a pillow out of Claire’s chest; her eyes shut on their own, “I want to stay up with you...” She gave another little yawn.

Claire looked down at her and turned off the stereo, she pulled out her ear plugs, still holding up Tani, “I know you want to stay up, but mommy has work to do.” A thin trail of drool was running down Claire’s cleavage, “Here you go Tani.” She softly pressed a pacifier against Tani’s lips and she opened up just enough to let it in. “There now.”

“But I’m...not...sweepy.” Tani said this with her face far buried in cleavage.

Claire softly sang, “Rock-a-bye baby, in the...” Tani was already asleep on Claire. With her grip now light, Claire easily laid Tani on the bed and separated from her, she kissed her on the forehead, took one last glance at her tits, then tucked her in. As she walked out she turned off the light and turned the stereo back on.

Back in her room Claire ripped off her clothes in the mirror, she started rubbing her nipples and worked on hand down to her dripping panties; she tore them off and fingered her pussy. She moaned as she slid a third finger in; she saw herself in the mirror, crouched, knees spread, one hand in her dripping pussy the other on her breast. She fell to her knees as she moved one hand down to finger her ass. She bit her bed sheets to muffle a scream as she came to a massive orgasm, she lay on the ground gasping for a few seconds as she recovered she said to herself as she fell asleep, “I...LOVE my...job.” .

 

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