Run and Hide

Chapter 1
Run and Hide

Mark and Terry were sitting in the lab. Sweat poured off their brows even though the air conditioner was going full blast. They wrung their hands and paced the floor trying to come up with a solution to their problem. Their lives were done, neither had any expectation tomorrow would be a good day. They had been stupid and greedy, for that they were going to be incarcerated in a federal penitentiary for many years to come. Mistrust had risen and now they were prime suspects in a classified document smuggling operation. Now they were under suspicion and the evidence was mounting rapidly. A few months ago a stranger had approached Mark and suggested he could make a lot of money by passing low-level information concerning government projects.

It seemed harmless enough and he recruited his good friend Terry to help out with the scheme. It was simple, they loaded the files onto a flash card and walked right past the security at the front door, however this evening had not progressed as usual. The two were stopped at the entrance and their briefcase, including flash card were seized for investigation. Upon review there were more files on the flash card than Mark or Terry realised. Someone had uploaded highly classified files to their storage device and they were caught with the stolen goods. If the documents were as highly classified as the Government Agents suggested then charges of treason would be levelled against Terry and Mark. Life sentences usually came with a treason conviction of this type.

Mark was a brilliant scientist who had been on the verge of a major discovery, the Trans Regression System. It was a brilliant but simplistic concept, read the subjects DNA and physical data then create an image of the person at an earlier age. They found a way to read the history of the subject by reading their DNA, just like the rings of a tree trunk it could read the history of a person. The TRS was then able to use specific radiations to ’strip away’ the layers of history leaving you at an earlier age.

The TRS also recorded the physical and DNA information of the subject then used the information to return the subject to their original (older) age. Without the data the TRS can only regress the subject. Once regressed the DNA no longer held data from an older period of the subject’s life, no record meant no possibility to age the subject.

There seemed like no escape for the two, once the initial investigation was complete they would be arrested and incarcerated. Suddenly the two had an epiphany, Terry suggested they step into the TRS and regress physically. The Agents would come by and find two teenagers not a couple of 40 year olds who they were looking for. Once the Agents searched the building they should be able to escape. Soon they could leave for the safety of some third world republic where they would hide out never to return home.

Mark was apprehensive however he knew there was no other option. Before agreeing to the procedure he wanted to make sure the agents would not recognise him and asked to have another an extra 6 years taken away. Terry had planned to reduce the two to 18 years old however Terry didn’t see a problem with making Mark 12. Mark stepped in first and nervously awaited the results. The TRS analyzed Mark’s physical and DNA data, then the radiation treatment began, Mark almost immediately collapsed, unconscious.

When Mark came to, the world seemed different but he couldn’t quite figure out how. He looked up to see a boy standing over him, it looked like Terry but much younger. "Are you feeling okay? You have been out for a while," said the child with a high squeaky voice. He looked similar to Terry however the child couldn’t be more than 7 years old, wearing nothing but underwear and a Spider-man T-shirt.

"T-T-Terry is that you? There must have been an accident - you’re way younger than 18," said Mark.

"Uhhh yeah, I guess I miscalculated. Have you taken a look at yourself yet?" Terry said in a timid and quizzical voice.

Suddenly Mark had a deep sinking feeling in his stomach. He looked down at his hands to find small pudgy fingers, a large protruding belly and short little legs. His entire body was covered in soft baby fat. Mark slowly stood up, tentatively holding his balance unsteady. To his shock he found that his head only reached Terry’s chest! In utter shock, Mark lost his balance and fell down on his bottom. "Wha’ happen?" Mark said with a slight lisp.

"I think we received to much of the radiation treatment and you definitely did with that request to be an extra 6 years younger. I think we need to get you dressed and then hide before those men find us," Terry suggested.

"Yeah, definitely. Let’s find me some underwear and a shirt," Mark agreed without thinking about it.

“Errr... well I think we should try this first before looking for underwear that might fit. While you were passed out, I found you something more your size," Terry then produced a small white folded package from behind his back.

Mark’s eyes grew wide as he recognized what Terry was holding. "You want me to wear a diaper? What do you think I am, a baby?" Then he realized that was exactly what Terry was suggesting.

Terry was firm but somewhat embarrassed to be so blunt with his friend. "You are a baby and I doubt there are any training pants that will fit you. Come on, if the diaper is too small then we will find some underwear."

With that compromise Mark grudgingly agreed and laid down on his back, closed his eyes in embarrassment as Terry proceeded. With a bit of effort he was able to get the diaper under the toddler’s butt, then pulled the thick white protection up between Mark’s leg’s and attached the fasteners to the front of the diaper. The seven-year-old clumsily did the best job that he could, and except for a slightly tilted diaper the fit was good if not a little big.

Mark got up to his feet. He found that the bulkiness of the diaper caused his legs to spread apart. As he stood up for the first time he also most fell over not expecting his strength and balance to be so poor. Mark’s first few steps were unsteady as he waddled over to the mirror. Looking back at him was an adorable 18-month-old baby with wispy blonde hair, wearing nothing but a diaper. He stood there for a minute in complete awe, as a thin stream of drool formed at the side of his mouth and began to run down onto his chin.

Terry came over and helped put a shirt on Mark, it was red with a large teddy bear on the front. Mark also noticed it had an extra length of fabric in the back that looked like the tails of a tuxedo coat; unfortunately Mark understood this was a diaper shirt and groaned in acceptance. Together they got the shirt on and Terry pulled the fabric under the diaper, around the front and attached it with the metal snaps provided.

Mark realized it was going to be impossible to convince Terry a diaper was unnecessary, especially with time against them. The Agents were going to come and arrest them very soon, so Mark decided to live with the situation. Mark also realized immediately he was going to have to rely on Terry since he couldn’t reach the door handle, nor even change his own clothes. He couldn’t see higher than a couple of feet which made finding his way around very difficult.

They opened the lab door and looked out into the hallway. Terry noticed the janitor was at the end of the hall bent over cleaning up a mess in the corner. He decided it was time to make their getaway. Terry grabbed Mark’s tiny hand and guided him out of the lab, across the hall and around the corner.

Mark unsteadily followed, however Terry’s legs were longer and his stride carried him much faster. For Mark this pace was too much and he fell over almost immediately. The diaper-clad little boy tried to keep up with Terry but quickly became frustrated with the pace and after falling for a third time, he sat on the cold hard floor with tears welling up in his eyes. Mark was slowly giving in to his childish emotions. Terry, realizing Mark’s distress, came over and tried to comfort his little friend. "Don’t worry, everything is going to be all right. We have to get moving before those men find us. Just follow me."

Just then they heard the stairwell door open and one of the voices asked the janitor where Dr. Terry Finch’s office was located. Terry realized that they would soon be found unless they were able to hide immediately. Suddenly he remembered the Daycare center. Set up initially as a home for the employee’s children, Terry and others had also used it as a babysitting service while running their behavioural experiments.

Terry turned to Mark, "Okay, here is the plan. We will go into the Daycare and remain there until the men have left. Once they have finished searching we can go back to the lab and reverse the process." Mark agreed. With Terry’s words of encouragement and a helping hand to keep Mark’s balance they continued down the hallway. As they walked down the hallway, Mark would tug slightly on his friend’s hand as he kept his balance. Terry watched the diaper clad toddler and realised Mark’s feet were turned out causing much of his walking difficulties. He’d seen it before in his niece and nephew. At their young age, all babies have the same awkward gate as they waddle, more than walk, as they move. With Terry’s assistance Mark made it to the daycare without another incident.

Nearing the end of the corridor they stopped, Terry slowly opened the door and peeked inside to make sure they would not be noticed entering. Terry could see that the Daycare Assistant was busy attending to one of the children and her back was to the door. They quietly made their way into the room and shut the door. "Go over to the building blocks and play with the other babies while I’ll go over with the older kids," Mark nodded his head.

Suddenly the towering frame of the Assistant was standing over them. "What are you doing! Why aren’t you with the other children finishing your nap time?" said the booming voice of the Assistant. She unceremoniously picked up Mark and dumped him in a near by playpen. She then grabbed Terry by the arm and dragged him through a door into a darkened room.

"You will go back to your mat and go to sleep," she said, pointing to a vacant mat in the corner. Five other kids were fast asleep on their mats with small blankets covering their diminished frames. Terry quietly walked over to the mat, laid down and covered himself with the blanket. The door closed and Terry was left to ponder his escape back to the lab.

For Mark the situation seemed far worse, he was trapped in the soft rubber cell and no hope for escape without help. What was worse was his cellmate. Standing across the playpen was a very happy looking boy about the same age with a diaper drooping very low obviously from a good soaking and the smell told Mark that there was more than just pee in the diaper. His new friend was happily chewing on the end of a rubber toy, delighted by Mark’s arrival.

Mark sat in the opposite corner from his cellmate. For the first time he had a chance to stop and let the reality of the situation sink in. He was trapped in the body of an 18-month-old boy, wearing nothing but a diaper. To everyone around him he was just another drooling baby just like his cellmate. For now he would sit and wait for Terry to come get him after the agents were finished searching the building.

Mark looked at his friend. The cellmate was not embarrassed by his lack of toilet training, nor his drooping diaper. In fact the child seemed almost pleased by his accomplishment. His cellmate threw the chew toy at Mark, landing by his feet. He reached down grabbing the toy in front of his feet. Mark was surprised by the ease and flexibility his youthened muscles allowed him to bend and reach for the toy. If he’d tried that same manoeuvre only an hour ago, it would have left him either groaning in pain or unable to reach it. He assumed his old injuries had been healed or completely rejuvenated by the process. At least there was some small benefit.

Mark looked over the toy which gave his cellmate so much enjoyment. It wasn’t overly interesting however Mark took the small end, carefully wiped off the spit and drool left over from its previous owner. He gave it a sniff but it had no scent. As he slowly pulled it away it brushed his lips causing a slight involuntary sucking motion. A bit surprised by the automated reaction, Mark slowly brought it back to his lip and started to discover the contours. As he slowly pulled it into his mouth, his little tongue and lip muscles involuntarily began to explore and nurse on the toy. He slowly fell into an almost meditative state, leaving him content to suck on his toy for a while.

Behind Mark the door opened. He got to his knees and turned to see one of the Agents had entered. Mark sat in a state of sheer terror looking up at his executioner. All it would take is for the Agent to recognize him. The Assistant came over and started to ask why he was in the Daycare Center. The Agent presented his ID, immediately getting respect from the Assistant. She backed away as he began to search for an adult Terry and Mark. The large, broad shouldered gentleman looked around the Daycare finally coming to the room with Terry inside. The Agent carefully opened the door marked "Nap In Progress" and quietly walked inside. Mark sat in the playpen, his stomach slowly dropping deeper, he thought he might throw-up soon.

The Agent tip-toed out of the room, walked over to the Assistant and apologized for any inconvenience before leaving. Mark felt relieved, finally able to breath again. It had worked! The plan and their change in age had allowed them to slip past the Agents for now but he knew that they were still a long way from freedom.

Mark decided to sit in the playpen contently and figure out how they might get out of the Daycare without being noticed by the Assistant. As he rocked forward, his diaper warmly squished between his legs. His eyes grew wide as it dawned on him what had happened. He had wet his diaper! The shock of being scared by the Agent must have caused his bladder to let loose. Worse was that he never even noticed until now! Mark had hoped this wouldn’t happen that he might get through the whole day without having ’an accident.’ After all he was an adult and knew how to sit on a toilet and void himself on command. However his latest body didn’t have the ability to even warn him in advance, it was almost as if he hadn’t developed those muscles yet.

The whole experience was too much for Mark. His childhood emotions were reasserting their dominance. Mark tried to maintain his composure, however the tears began to flow soon followed by cries of sorrow. Mark began to lash out at the world that had turned him into a tiny, miserable, wet baby.

The Assistant came rushing over to Mark to find out what had happened. Upon seeing the growing yellow stain on the front of his diaper, she patted Mark on the head, "There there little one. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes once you have finished peeing. Then we can change your wet dye-dee.

The woman then turned her attention to Mark’s cellmate, who had busied himself exploring another toy. She pulled back his diaper before picking him up and whisked him off to the changing table. Marc observed from below and knew that he was next. Mark watched in horror as the Assistant expertly removed the diaper, washed his tushie, applied baby powder and re-diapered. Mark sat on the rubber playpen floor miserable. His diaper was still warm as the pee had not yet had a chance to cool. Then he noticed a growing pool of pee as his diaper began to leak from Terry’s improper installation. Mark could only sit and whimper as he waited for the Assistant to clean him up. There was nothing he could do to stop it, he could feel the slow drip run down between the diaper and his leg, pooling on the mat below him.

Soon his cellmate returned with a bottle of formula in hand, happily sucking on the nipple. Two hands then grabbed Mark and lifted him out of the playpen. The Assistant sat Mark on the changing table as she removed his wet onsie and threw it in the hamper. She gently pushed him to the pad and fastened a belt across his waist to stop him from rolling off. Mark laid on his back and closed his eyes tight as the nurse began to remove his diaper. Mark was completely humiliated by his accident and the resulting diaper change. He was naked against his will and exposed to this unknown woman who only saw him as a drooling, diaper-wetting and totally incompetent infant.

The Assistant opened the diaper, releasing a cold draft across his groin. The cold breeze and warm moist skin caused him to squirm in discomfort, getting no sympathy from his captor. She removed the wet mess and then cleaned his groin with a cold wet cloth. Next she lifted his legs in the air with one hand, Mark could feel his new diaper being slid underneath. Finally the Assistant lowered his legs but didn’t let them go as she proceeded to spread baby powder, careful to get it into every fold of skin. Next she pulled the diaper up between his legs, pulling it snug and fastening the tapes to the front. Mark was then lowered into the playpen again sitting across from his cellmate. Moments later the Assistant placed a warm bottle of formula in front of Mark and walked away to deal with another one of her other charges.

For the moment Mark was feeling a little better about his condition. Unfortunately he was still a baby, however he was now dry and the whole experience of the diaper change was over. The changing table hadn’t been quite as bad as he expected, however exposing himself to a woman in that manner was not something he wanted to do again.

Rob watched his cellmate sit on the floor of the playpen, clasping the bottle with both hands, busily sucking back its ingredients. The boy was oblivious to everyone around him and focused on one task, sucking the warm satisfying formula from the bottle.

Mark looked at the diaper-clad child and watched in fascination at the enjoyment he got from such a simple and basic task. Mark looked at the bottle lying at his feet. He was thirsty, however the thought of becoming more like his cellmate revolted him. Mark was an adult, the thought of stripping away that of his life was inconceivable. In a moment of distain, Mark kicked the bottle away so it was out of reach.

Soon Mark became fixated on his cellmate, who was now almost done with his bottle. The rhythmic motion produced by sucking on the bottle seemed to calm and soothe the child. Mark looked down at his bottle; he got to his knees and crawled over to the formula. Sitting down his legs naturally spread apart as he reached for the bottle. Lifting it to his face he sniffed the nipple but it had no scent. He slowly pushed the nipple into his mouth, feeling the contours of the soft rubber. Finally Mark bit down on the nipple and in return he got only a few droplets.

Mark was surprised that so little had come out. This time he also used his tongue and was rewarded by a small squirt. The warm formula tasted something like milk but richer in flavour and sweeter. Mark again tried to suck on the bottle and was rewarded by another dose of formula. Quickly he figured out the proper combination of mouth muscles to produce a stream of formula each time. The rhythm came naturally to a baby as he suckled on the nipple. Like his cellmate, Mark became lost in the moment as he closed his eyes and focused on the contents of the bottle.

Soon Mark was finished his bottle. As the flow of formula stopped, he became aware of his situation and what he had just done. The Assistant stopped by and picked up his cellmate, placed him on her chest with a towel draped over her shoulder and started to pat his back, releasing a large belch. Rob sat on the playpen floor with his mouth wide open as he watched in horror knowing he would be next. After put his cellmate back in the pen the Assistant picked up Mark, resting him between her chest and arm. As he sat in her arms he could feel the soft padding of his diaper as it crinkled from his weight and the soft soothing rhythmic bouncing as she started to pat his back. A moment later a huge belch came forward along some milk, which landed on the strategically-placed towel. She then took both bottles away leaving the two sitting in the playpen. Mark assumed he must look exactly like his cellmate, sitting back, enjoying the simple infant pleasure of nursing from a bottle. To Mark it was a symbol of his manhood stripped from him. He was becoming the exact opposite, a small little infant with no independence and absolutely no privacy.

Mark looked down at his diaper. As he pushed down on the soft plastic and the scent of baby powder surrounded him. The diaper reminded that he was helpless and dependent on others for care. Mark resigned himself that until Terry came to get him in a couple of hours there was nothing to do but wait and try to enjoy his stay.

His Cellmate had returned to chewing on a toy. Mark figured so far he was 2-for-2 when following the lead of his friend, so he picked up a pair of giant plastic keys and began to probe the surface with his mouth. He found light chewing on the toy actually felt good; he was missing a lot of teeth and his gums were a little sore. Mark smiled as he realized he must be teething.

Soon he noticed that on the front of his cellmate’s diaper was a growing yellow stain, he figured that the bottle would soon have the same effect on him. Mark now resigned himself to having one more diaper change before he was able to access the lab and return to his former age.

Mark got to his feet and unsteadily made his way to the side of the playpen. Before he could reach the other side his balance gave out as his knees folded and he fell to the cushioned floor. He sat there and returned to figuring how he and Terry could get out of the Daycare without being noticed. Soon the urge to pee came and just as quickly the feeling changed to a sense of relief as he urinated in his diaper. He sat there and focused on the warmth that surrounded his groin. Once he had finished, Mark got to his knees and began to crawl back to his corner. Half way across the playpen his gut started to rumble and his bowels began to apply pressure. As he stood there on his hands and knees, he basked in the moment as a wave of pleasure ran from his rectum up his spine and a warm semi-solid feeling spread into the back of his diaper. The closest word to describe it, was an orgasm.

Without thinking Mark sat down which caused the mess in the back of his diaper to squish. Mark was brought back to reality by his actions. In the past half hour he had nursed from a bottle, peed in his diaper and crawled on his hands and knees while shitting himself. In fact he didn’t try to stop, instead abandoned himself to the simple pleasures of babyhood.

Mark was concerned by the whole event however he also realized that part of the problem was his body. He was in a baby’s body and it was going to be affected by its physical limitations, the body’s chemistry and hormones. He wasn’t sure if his emotional state had regressed but he already cried once for a simple mistake of wetting his diaper. He also guessed that the enjoyment of nursing and sucking on toys was also result of his new age.

Mark sat back for a minute to contemplate what he had done, instead of getting upset he decided that there was little he could do and accepted his present situation. So picked up his toy and began to chew on it while sitting in his warm messy diaper.

After awhile Mark noticed his chest was wet and cold since he had been drooling and a large amount had dribbled down on to his chest. Unfortunately he had nothing to clean it up with, not even a shirt since he was dressed only in a diaper. He decided to get the attention of the Assistant for help. As the stood up, the thick sticky mess in the back of his diaper had had a disastrous effect. The skin surrounding his groin and especially his butt was irritated and sore. He had diaper rash! Walking was almost impossible so he crawled to the side of the playpen and used the walls to stand up.

The pain was getting worse and the uncomfortable situation immediately started to take its toll on Mark. Standing at the side of the playpen he began to whimper and fuss but mostly he kept his composure. Trying to turn and look behind was very difficult since he couldn’t turn his neck without twisting his upper body. As he tried to look Mark lost his balance and fell landing on his butt, the sudden jolt of pain from the irritated skin was too much. Mark couldn’t hold back anymore, the little child deep down inside him surfaced and he started to cry. He was mad for being a baby, he was mad for wearing diapers, he was mad at himself for getting diaper rash and he was a very, very tired baby. It was too much for him and he cried as loud as a baby could.

The Assistant came running over to see what was the problem and realized right away that someone had made a mess. She picked up Mark and started cooing trying to sooth the child but Mark continued to cry. She laid him on the changing table and removed the diaper. "Oh my! How long did you sit in that mess?"

Quickly she cleaned up the accident and applied a cream to the areas affected by the rash. Mark started feeling better immediately and his cries became a whimper. His eyes grew wide as he saw her take two fingers and grab a generous portion of Vaseline, she spread the lubricant between his butt checks. Finally baby powder was applied along with a fresh, clean and dry diaper. The Assistant then grabbed a sleeper and helped Mark get dressed. "Come on little one, its well past your nap time." With that she closed the last fastener on the front of the sleeper, picked Mark up and cradled him to her chest. Mark’s head was nestled between her breast and arm, he looked at the breast intently but noticed it wasn’t for a sexual reason but one of comfort. Mark calmed down almost immediately and was content to hide his head in her chest.

Mark was carried into a small room with a number of cribs, each one had a baby in it. The Assistant laid him down in an empty crib and covered him with a blanket. She then slid a small furry toy bear under the sheets beside him. Mark slid his thumb into his mouth and drifted off to sleep.

The loud crying of a baby wakened Terry, the noise from that kid must have been heard half way down the hall. When he rolled over and looked around the room all the other children were already awake and gone, so he got up and opened the door. There in front of him was Mark, crying at the top of his lungs, his diaper drooping low and smelling really bad. The Assistant picked up Mark and laid him of the changing table. "Oh my! How long did you sit in that mess?"

The Assistant changed Mark and dressed him in a sleeper. "Who is this child? He has no bracelet." The Assistant called to another Daycare worker.

"I’m not sure but I’ll find out as soon as I finish the report. Give me 30 minutes." With that Mark was carried into another room. Terry knew that as soon as they checked the records, it wouldn’t have anything for either Mark or Terry. They would be discovered! Terry saw that there was a PC on the table in the nap room, he went over and turned it on. He knew all the network passwords, so he was able to negotiate access to the database in his office. He submitted a request for two children to be cared for at the Daycare. "Terry and Mark Smith. Ages: Terry 7 years, Mark 18 months. Status: waiting for adoption. Request supervision until adoption or transfer."

Terry smiled at his handiwork. As children waiting for adoption there were no parents or guardian to contact and no one to pick them up at the end of the day. They could now wait overnight until it was safe to get back to the lab if needed. He turned off the computer, entered the main room and went over to play with the other kids.

Terry walked over and joined a game using picture cards. Quickly he became frustrated with the other children because the rules of the game continually changed as little children were prone to do. After 15 minutes of struggling with his playmates Terry got mad, threw his cards on the ground and stomped away. The Assistant was walking by and saw Terry’s tantrum. “Now stop that. You need to apologise to your friends for not playing nicely.” Terry just looked at her and snarled. “They are not my friends. I don’t like playing cards with cheaters!” With that comment the Assistant rolled her eyes at what the 7 year old said to her. “You can go over to the reading corner and sit quietly by yourself.”

Terry was more than happy to sit in the corner. He didn’t even look at her, instead brushed past her as he walked over to the corner. The Assistant was frustrated by the child’s behaviour and wanted to scold the child but decided to ignore his actions since he was going to read.

Mark awoke to the Assistant, turning on the lights in the room. "It’s time to wake up Mark. If you keep sleeping, you’ll be awake all night." He gasped in surprise, "How could she know my name? Somehow they have figured out who we were!" Mark’s mind raced with possibilities. She wrapped a small plastic bracelet around his wrist, on it were the words "Mark Smith. Patient #91730." Mark wasn’t sure why his last name was Smith but he guessed that for the moment his true identity was safe.

The Assistant reached inside Mark’s sleeper and stuck two fingers down his diaper. Mark almost yelled at the lady however he didn’t want to blow his identity, instead he sat there and accepted his fate as a baby. "Well at least this time you didn’t mess you dye-dee, I was starting to wonder if you enjoyed peeing and pooing!" the Assistant giggled at her comment. She then removed his sleeper and dressed the baby in a shirt, pants and socks. Mark was then lifted into the air and carried on the side of the Assistant’s hip with one leg in front and one behind. Finally he was unceremoniously dumped back in his playpen.

For Mark he was starting to take his new role in stride, having the nurse stick a finger in his diaper seemed almost normal. He now understood that as a baby he had no sense of privacy and was at the mercy of the Assistant or anyone else for that matter. Mark understood all the childish actions he had done earlier today would probably erode his psyche. He knew that he was already becoming more like his Cellmate but also knew there wasn’t much else he could have done...at least that is what Mark wanted to believe. Deep down he enjoyed this fleeting experience as a baby, nursing the bottle was wonderful and relaxing, however worst of all he really enjoyed the feeling of shitting his diapers. Now he knew why his cellmate was smiling after messing himself.

Mark was led out into the main room and placed back in the playpen, the Assistant left the stuffed bear with Mark to his enjoyment. He rubbed the soft fur of the bear against check producing a wide grin, the bear was his new best friend and somehow he felt better when it was near by. Without noticing Mark hugged the bear in one hand, while his thumb snuck up and deposited itself between his lips and he started to suckle. Mark noticed the thumb a few moments later, however by this point he was enjoying himself and didn’t see a reason to stop.

Soon Terry saw Mark and walked over the playpen. "Mark! How are you doing?" Mark was a little embarrassed for getting caught sucking his thumb, so he quickly stuck his hand behind his back hoping Terry hadn’t noticed.

"Don’t worry kid, sucking your thumb is perfectly all right at your age," Terry smiled, "Just like crying really loud for making a big mess in your diaper!" Mark blushed at being discovered.

The Assistant came over to find out what Terry was doing when she stopped and realized, "Oh Terry, this must be your baby brother?"

"Uh... yes Mark is my brother!" Terry quickly replied.

"Well in that case you two can go over in the corner and play together for awhile." With that the Assistant lifted Mark and the stuffed bear out of the playpen. Mark kept a good grip on his bear while she carefully stood him on the floor. Terry took Mark’s hand and they walked to the corner and started to play with the blocks. Terry began by explaining how he created their new identities.

After some time two agents entered the room, both Terry and Mark saw them enter. Terry turned and looked back down at the blocks, terrified he would be recognized. The agents walked over to the Assistant “I must apologise however until further notice all access to the building will be restricted until the suspects are caught or we are satisfied they are not in the building. We will post a guard at the end of the hall until the search was over. Everything should be back to normal by the end of the day.” The agents then turned and left the Daycare.

To Terry the whole incident was getting tiresome and he wanted it to be over, for him the only issue was finding a way out. However Mark didn’t seem too concerned, he had already been distracted by the bright plastic doughnut and was teething it’s side. After a few minutes Terry got up and went to the door, the Assistant immediately went over and scolded Terry for trying to leave. Terry talked back and was met with a slap on his butt. This only infuriated Terry and he began to yell at the Assistant. Immediately the Assistant picked Terry up and placed him across her knee, pulled down his pants and began to spank the foul-mouthed boy. Terry started to scream which quickly turned into cries of pain.

The nurse stopped the spanking and pulled up Terry’s pants. He kept on crying as the pain hadn’t subsided yet. She ordered him to go sit in the corner and not to leave there until told by the Assistant. Terry cried all the way over to the corner and sat down facing the wall. Mark waddled over to Terry and spoke as best an 18-month-old could while missing most of his teeth. "Don’t wowwy kid, cwying dat loud is perfwectly alwight at your age." With a big smile on his face Mark ran away with his bear in one hand and a thumb in his mouth.

Mark returned to playing with the blocks and after a while the Assistant came over. Mark stood up uneasily and turned around to face her. She knelt down and placed her fingers down his diaper and was again happy to find Mark dry, Mark smiled at the Assistant for his achievement.

The Assistant picked Mark up and placed him in a high chair, then tied a bib around his neck. Mark looked around to find out what was happening, he had been placed beside a table. Terry joined him sitting across the table. The Assistant came over with a couple of glass bottles and a plate of food. She placed the plate in front of Terry and then sat down beside Mark. "I thought the two of you would like to eat dinner together." She then opened one of the bottles. Inside was an orange paste, the bottle read "Strained Carrots." Mark groaned at the thought of eating baby food, especially in front of Terry, who had already teased him today for acting like a baby.

The Assistant scooped a small portion on to a spoon and slid it in Mark’s mouth when he wasn’t looking. Mark winced at first however he was surprised to find out it wasn’t bad tasting. In fact with all those teeth missing eating partially liquefied food wasn’t a bad idea. Mark opened his mouth anticipating the next scoop. Terry was just as excited by his meal, macaroni and cheese with a side of fries. He poured a generous amount of ketchup onto the fries and began eating.

As Mark finished his second jar of baby food, the Assistant wiped the food off his face and handed him a bottle. The child eagerly accepted the bottle and began to nurse from the nipple. If Mark had bothered to look over at Terry he would have seen his partner eagerly playing with his food, using a fry to push the ketchup around and making pictures. To any daycare professional, or mother for that matter, would easily pass for two children with a combined age of 8.

As Mark finished his lunch he sat there feeling bloated and uncomfortable, the Assistant picked him up and started to pat his back releasing another big belch. Sitting nested in her arms Mark enjoyed the moment. He felt warm and secure, wrapped around her bosom. His breath slowed as he closed his eyes and smiled as the women whispered in his ear and patted his diapered bottom. After a few minutes she placed Mark on the floor, whereupon he grabbed his bear and waddled over to where the other babies were playing.

Mark was slowly getting used to his new situation. No longer was he miserable at being treated like an infant, instead he was accepting his temporary fate. The care and attention was wonderful although it did take some getting used. Mark was quickly assimilating to his new body and was seeing his position as 1 year old child more in the eyes of that child. The diaper changes were still embarrassing but were now tolerable and being able to use the bathroom at anytime had its advantages. The diaper was convenient to wear and the warm soft feeling that surrounded made him feel comfortable and secure. For the moment he didn’t have a care in the world. He was now very happy to play with a large ball that he clumsily kicked around bouncing it off the walls and furniture.

After a while Mark’s attention drifted, his gums were sore and wanted relief. He picked up a small rubber toy dropped by another baby and without wiping off the last owner’s drool he stuck it in his mouth. When he slipped it in his mouth his muscles instinctively began to pull and massage immediately sending him on waves of pleasure.

Terry came over to his now infant brother, "We have got to get out of here but with the guard at the end of the hall and my assistants working in the lab until 6 pm we are going to have to wait ’til probably tomorrow. Are you okay with that?"

Mark removed the toy from his mouth, leaving a large stream of drool hanging from his chin which pooled on his shirt. "Suwe, I wait till tomowwow..." His sentence trailed off as he started at the wall in concentration. Suddenly a smile broke on his face.

Terry knew right away that Mark was peeing in his diaper. He was getting worried the toddler was mentally regressing to match his age, if the process wasn’t reversed soon Terry wasn’t sure if the emotional regression might be permanent. At the same time Terry also envied Mark for his situation, he was happy and content as a baby without a care in the world. Mark was happy to play with blocks and spend idle time sucking his thumb or looking at sunbeams. Terry on the other hand was miserable. He didn’t enjoy cooperating with others his age because he very little in common with them. Terry worried about their present situation and knew he was their only hope. He was both big enough and still had enough focus and intellectual capacity to solve their problems. It seemed the younger you became the greater the mental regression. For now Terry could only sit and wait and watch his friend slowly loose the battle for the toddler’s mind.

That evening once all the kids were tucked in, the night-time attendant busied herself with a magazine. Mark quietly tiptoed out of the Daycare and down the hall, now that the guard was gone he could move about with ease. He made his way over to the lab and entered the access code. Once in the office he made his away over to the console and started up the machine.

Terry began opening the appropriate files until he stopped in sudden shock. He couldn’t find their files in the database, the lab technicians hadn’t saved the current files before shutting down the TRS machine! Without a copy of their original physical specifications there was no way other way to increase their age but grow up normally.

Terry sat in disgust at their predicament; he didn’t like being 7 years old, especially with his adult mind he couldn’t relate to the other kids. Life would be pure hell for the next decade and by then he would probably develop anti-social behavior for not fitting in for so long. Dejected Terry pondered their future.

In the morning, the Assistant busied herself with paperwork before attending to the children. She noticed a change in the status of three of her patients. Name - Terry Smith, Patient #91729, Age - 7 years, Status - Adopted. Name - Mark Smith, Patient #91730, Age - 18 months, Status - Waiting for adoption with brother Dave. Name - Dave Smith, Patient #91931, Age - 8 months, Status - Waiting for adoption with brother Mark.

The Assistant was sad that Terry had been adopted separately from his other brothers however she was glad that the younger brother Dave, new to the Daycare, would remain with Mark. She got up and went out into the main room, looking down she saw an 8-month-old baby sleeping on the mat. His diaper had almost fallen off due to either a really poor job of diaper changing or most likely the fasteners had failed.

She picked up the little baby and changed his diaper waking him up in the process. She placed Dave in the playpen and went to get his ID bracelet. Terry, now Dave, rubbed his eyes and looked around and noticed he was no longer 40, no longer 7 but only a mere 8 months old. As the cobwebs cleared from his sleepy mind Terry remember that he put himself through another treatment last night and then managed to crawl back into the Daycare without being noticed. The trick was to leave both the lab and daycare doors slightly ajar so he could get between the rooms after being reduced to a size where doorknobs were out of reach. Of course leaving the diaper out and prepped for a new user was a pretty good idea; especially since it now seemed a little damp.

The world was a new large place but for Terry it was exciting with new experiences. His world was now surrounded by bright coloured plastic toys and a new soft and warm environment. He sat in the middle of the playpen looking down at his new diaper, poking at the soft plastic. As he pushed down the outside he could hear the plastic crinkle. The diaper he was wearing was huge as wrapped around his groin and backside, at least it now seemed huge to a person only 2 feet high. The first thing he noticed was his new underwear forced his legs apart. Terry looked down at the diaper and realised it would take getting used to especially since he’d wear one for at least the next couple of years.

Terry sat in the middle of the playpen as his thumb slipped unnoticed into his mouth as a thin line of drool ran down his chin. Terry began to rock back and froth as he thought about what the next couple of years would bring and what type of family might adopt the two of them. Suddenly a small shiver of pleasure ran up his spine as started to uncontrollably pee himself. A broad smile came across his face.

The End.

 

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