Dangerous Science

Chapter 2
Too Late

Rick Dobson weaved his way through the traffic on Memorial Bridge, knowing there wasn’t a moment to spare. Driving at over sixty miles an hour he was doing double the speed limit. The Lincoln Memorial loomed at the end of the bridge, illuminated against the night sky. Many a tourist had been awed by the impressive structure but Rick had driven over this bridge every day for the last four years and barely even noticed it anymore. Besides this night he had other things on his mind.

It was against the law to talk on a cell phone while driving in Washington DC, but Rick had no time to worry about being caught for a minor traffic violation. “Yes sir, I’m on the bridge now,” he barked into the cell as he weaved wildly around a slow-moving mini-van with Iowa plates. Damned tourists, he thought.

“How much longer?” echoed a voice on the other side of the line.

“ETA ten to fifteen minutes sir, depending on traffic.”

“Well make sure it’s ten then. Let me know the moment you’re there,” the voice ordered before the line abruptly went dead.

Rick threw the phone down and took the car onto the wrong side of the double yellow line to careen past a VW bug doing the speed limit. A normal motorist would fear losing their license for such an offence, but Rick’s car had federal government plates, giving him a large degree of protection from such fears. His car didn’t have lights or sirens because he was suppose to be part of a covert branch of the defence department. But tonight he’d been forced to take a looser definition of the word covert.

He’d gotten the call just five minutes ago. Up to that point it had seemed like any other boring night in the secret service of the US Government. Rick had been watching one of his many pirated movies on his laptop sitting in his office in the E-ring of the Pentagon when surveillance team three had called in an emergency. His department was in charge of monitoring all high level research scientists the government deemed critical to the advancement of the US. Team three was charged with twenty-four hour monitoring of a Dr. Sara Sheppard’s lab at Georgetown. Their call informed him that they had just seen a serious incident involving the use of a device the government had a great deal of interest in. In fact it was Sara’s work on this mind-altering device which had led someone in the defence department to order her monitoring in the first place. The nature of the emergency had been explained to Rick and he knew he didn’t have long to get to the scene before others stumbled upon the scene and knowledge of the device became public.

After a hectic fifteen minute drive up 23rd Street and down M Street Rick had parked his car in an alleyway just down the hill from the university. He battled his way through crowds of drunken revellers and raced up the steep staircase best known for its role in the Exorcist movie before emerging onto the college campus. Rick found the lab building locked, but that wasn’t about to stop a special agent. With the swipe of his universal key card Rick was through the doors and racing up the stairs.

The seventh floor was still dark and quiet when Rick emerged from the stairwell. As he made his way towards the lab though, he knew something was wrong as he began to hear the sound of giggling and a muffled high-pitched voice emanating from a room towards the end of the corridor. Finally he reached the door he was looking for, took a deep breath, and walked inside.

The source of the noise was immediately visible. Dr Sara Sheppard was indeed a beautiful young woman. Rick knew that from all the photos and surveillance video of her he’d had to look at. And despite her current situation, she was still very beautiful indeed. The doctor was lying on her back in the middle of the room, swinging her legs around in the air and chewing on one of her brown pumps while gazing around the room innocently. The smell of urine and shit was overwhelming, leaving no question about how much intellect she’d lost. Rick could see this was going to be a total loss.

“Dr Sheppard?” he called to her nonetheless, holding out some hope of a recovery. Perhaps the device’s effects were only temporary.

The woman on the floor glanced over at him for an instant before looking cross-eyed at the shoe in her mouth again, uninterested.

“Sara,” he tried.

Now the woman gazed at him with more attention. Obviously she no longer knew her last name, but still recognised her first name.

Rick knelt down beside her and ran a hand through her messy hair to clear it from his face. “Hi there sweetie,” he greeted. “I’m Rick, I’m here to help you.”

“Dababoo...gagaga,” she babbled senselessly, removing the shoe from her mouth and inserting a thumb instead.

“Wow, you really did a number on yourself eh?” Rick chided, shaking his head.

Sara removed her thumb and blew a big spit bubble, giggling when it popped. Spittle coated her chin and lines of drool worked their way down both her cheeks, smearing her make-up.

“Not such a genius anymore are you?” he asked rhetorically, knowing she could no longer understand him, nor even speak to answer him. It was obvious she had the vocabulary of an infant now.

“Ba-ba! Wan’ ba-ba!” she suddenly cried out.

Rick was taken aback. “Oh, so you can still speak. Well, a little bit. How are you feeling sweetie?”

Sara pouted. “Icky!” she shouted, patting her hands on her crotch.

Rick nodded. “Yes, you made quite a mess there didn’t you? Do you know what you did?”

Sara just stared back at him wordlessly.

“You went poopy and pee-pee dear. Didn’t you notice?”

“Poo-pee!” the former genius squealed, giggling.

Rick shook his head and looked at the reeking brown mess spread across the woman’s nice white blouse at the brown filth on her fingers. She needed to be cleaned up and fast. Rick pulled out his cell phone again and hit redial. When it connected he said, “Yeah, it’s me. I’m here now and we have a serious situation. We need a clean-up team asap and they better bring some adult diapers too. Yeah, it really is that bad. I’ll do what I can until they arrive.”

With reinforcements on the way Rick looked down sympathetically at Sara. He felt bad for the poor woman, losing all her genius this way, being reduced to a mindless little rugrat squirming around the floor in a pile of her own filth. He could only shake his head in sadness.

“Okay darling, I think the first thing we need to do right now is get you out of these messy clothes and clean the poopy off your bum. How does that sound?”

Sara giggled and repeated, “Poo! Poo!”

“That’s sound like a yes to me,” he replied, leaning down and undoing the buttons on her blouse. Sara didn’t seem to care that he was undressing her. The woman’s understanding of body shame had been wiped away with everything else.

Rick slipped the dirty blouse off her and gave her a gentle tickle on her bare tummy, making Sara squeal with delight, squirming on the floor. Next he turned to her jeans. He looked over her stained crotch and held his breath as he undid the button and fly, slipping the disgusting pants off her. Of course this only made the stench worse. Rick got back up and looked for some proper equipment to do this. He walked around the lab gathering up what he needed. Then he returned to her side with a trash bag to place her dirty clothing in, some gloves on for his clean-up job and wipes for her dirty bum. Rick discarded the clothing and then looked down at her chest with some lecherous thoughts. All she was wearing now was her panties and bra and what baby wore a bra after all. She didn’t really need it anymore anyway. Besides, she was already dribbling drool all down her chest anyway. The bra would just get all drooly and wet.

“Okay baby, let’s get this silly thing off of you. I’m sure you’ll be much more comfy without it,” he assured her, unclasping the bra and slipping it off to reveal her sizable breasts.

“Yes, that’s much better isn’t it?” he asked.

Sara smiled and patted eagerly at the bared boobs. To her they looked like the things her mommy had that she got milk from. Rick chuckled as Sara leant forward and tried to suckle her own boobs, succeeding only in getting them even more drool-soaked.

“Ba-ba!” she exclaimed, trying to understand why no milk came from her boobs.

“I promise we’ll get you a nice ba-ba really soon. But right now we need to get you changed into a nice diaper,” he told her.

With gloved hands Rick slipped the defiled panties off the woman, leaving her completely nude. Then he took the wipes and lifted her legs back, cleaning her bottom. Sara seemed to very much enjoy the process, grabbing her uplifted feet and playing with her toes while he cleaned her. There was an incredible amount of poop spread all over her bottom as though she had enjoyed wallowing in it, spreading it all over.

It took all the wipes he had to clean her bum up. Just as he was disposing of the used wipes the door swung open and a team of men and women entered the lab. Rick looked up with concern for a second before registering that it was his team arrived to fix things up. They looked at the naked woman squirming on the floor playing with her own toes and drooling on herself and they all froze for a second.

“You got the diapers?” Rick asked.

“Uh... um... oh yeah, here,” one of the men stammered, unable to look away from the beautiful big-breasted woman giggling at her own feet.

The man held out the pack of adult diapers and Rick quickly took it and opened it up, drawing out a big crinkly white diaper for the woman. Rick lifted her bottom and slipped the diaper under her, tickling the sides of her thighs to make her giggle as he taped it onto her. Soon he had the woman successfully clad in a thick white diaper and nothing else.

As Rick helped Sara to sit up he was distracted by the sound of high-heeled shoes clicking loudly on the tile floor and approaching quickly. He looked up at the door just in time to see a tall blonde woman with a commanding expression stride into the room. She was dressed in a business suit and white lab coat with an ID pinned to the pocket. She looked around the room quickly with an appraising inspection before her eyes fell on Rick and the large baby woman beside him.

“So it’s true then,” the woman commented coldly. “She actually did it to herself.”

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Rick asked.

“Doctor Penelope Glassman, National Institutes of Health. I’m here to take charge of this lab. Nothing goes out without my approval.”

“Now wait a second Dr Glassman, Defence is in charge here, not NIH,” Rick corrected her.

“Not anymore, you’re not,” she informed him. “My orders come from sources over your head, namely Director Libby.”

“CIA? What the hell have they got to do with this?” Rick demanded.

“That’s above your pay-grade or you’d already know. So if you’ll excuse me, I have a scene to take charge of.”

Rick could only simmer in silent anger at being upstaged by this woman. He stood by and watched as CIA and NIH teams removed all the contents of the lab, including Dr Sheppard, to vehicles out front, carting the whole thing off to a government facility. When it did come time to move the former genius doctor though, Glassman turned to Rick. “She seems to have taken a shine to you. Would you please carry her down to the car out front and secure her there.”

Rick nodded and leant down to pick up Sara. He was a strong man, having attended the Navy Academy and served in the Marines before being assigned to the Pentagon, so he had no difficulty lifting the fully grown woman in his arms. Her bare skin was soft against him and her breath was gentle and warm. She liked being held, smiling and blowing a cheerful raspberry at her protector. Rick pecked a kiss on her forehead, just as would with a real little baby, cuddling her closer and assuring her everything would be okay.

Sara didn’t really need any assurance, she was happy as a clam anyway. But she did seem to enjoy the gentle tone of his voice, even if she couldn’t comprehend any of his words. “Daaadooo...bebebebaa,” she jabbered at him, a big string of drool connecting her chin to the space between her boobs.

“Okay baby girl, let’s go for a ride in the vroom-vroom car,” he cooed to her, carrying her out of the lab.

“Voom-voom!” Sara mimicked.

“Yes sweetie, that’s very good.”

Rick carried the girl gently down the corridor and into the elevator, letting her rest her poor little emptied head on his shoulder while she sucked on her thumb. “I wonder what it was like,” he mused, “When all that genius was sucked right out your ears. Did it hurt? Did it feel nice?”

“Ahheeeh...doo,” came the soft nonsensical reply of the infant-minded woman.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he chuckled.

A few moments later he hurried her out the front door to the car, not wanting any passersby to catch a look at her nearly naked body. She obviously didn’t care one little bit who saw her bared breasts anymore, but he cared for her. Rick strapped her in the car, watching with a smile as she pulled the seat belt to her face and chewed on it, getting her drool all over the thing. Rick mussed her hair playfully, chiding her for being such a silly-billy.

Dr Glassman appeared from the building moments later and looked right at Rick. “You, ride with Sheppard, we need her calm until we get to the new facility,” she ordered brusquely.

Rick didn’t like the idea of abandoning his car back here but he had little choice. This bitch was in charge and he had to follow orders. If he had learned anything from four years as a marine it was that orders were made to be followed, not understood or liked. He got in the car beside Sara and took out his keys, jingling them before her face. The genius woman, who held two Ph.ds from top colleges and was a leader in her scientific field, lit up with curious glee, clapping her hands in the direction of the keys and babbling her delight while bouncing in her seat, feet drumming against the driver seat.

“Does baby like the pretty jinglies?” he sing-songed to her. “Do you like the pretty noisy keys?”

Sara didn’t nod or say yes but her happy screeches and clapping hands and feet were an obvious answer. Rick let her grasp they keys in her hands a moment later, letting her jam them straight to her mouth, gnawing at the dirty metal things. He knew that was probably bad for her, but what the hell, it kept her happy. It wasn’t like these were the dirtiest things to be in her mouth this night anyway. And the way she seemed to enjoy playing in her own mess meant it probably wouldn’t be the last time that happened either.

Sure enough no sooner than he’d thought about it than Sara began to grimace. For a moment Rick thoughts she looked sick and wondered if she was about to throw up. He even backed away in case she spewed. Then he heard the sound of muffled farting coming from the young woman’s diaper. She grimaced more and Rick now knew exactly what was going on.

“Oh geese, you’re pooping yourself again, aren’t you?” he said.

Her diaper began to visibly expand as she pushed another steaming load into it. She even began to grunt and lean forward as she finished.

“Wow, you’re quite the pooper,” Rick declared.

Sara smiled as she finished. It was obvious she didn’t have a the first clue what she had just done. She didn’t even know she was pooping in her diaper. Rick had seen older toddlers use their diapers. They often hid when they had to go and demanded a diaper change right away. Some of them cried or made out like they were upset to do poops that way. But Sara was clearly well below that level of awareness now. She was more like an infant in that she didn’t seem bothered in the slightest by having poopies in her diaper. She didn’t care who saw her do it and she didn’t mind sitting in it afterwards. In fact from the smile on her face Rick guessed she quite enjoyed the mess she’d just made down there.

No sooner had she finished her business than Sara started squirming around, spreading the waste around her bottom again. She giggled and stuck a hand down the front of her messy diaper before Rick could stop her. He quickly snatched her wrist and pulled her hand out, making the woman pout and pull back.

“No Sara, that’s very dirty,” he scolded her. “You can’t play with you poopy honey. That’s a no-no. Do you understand? No poopy play Sara.”

“Poopoopoopoo!” Sara babbled in imitation of his words, hopping on her bottom again.

Rick just shook his head and held her hand tightly. Luckily she seemed too busy picking her runny nose with her other hand to try to play with her diaper with it. She unabashedly picked at that nose, sticking what she found into her mouth in a display that made Rick gag. Sara seemed to think his horrified face was funny and she chortled and picked her nose even more.

It wasn’t just the nose-picking and booger-eating that made Rick gag. It was the stench coming from her used diaper. He could tell from a sigh she made and the sound of crinkling that she was now peeing in her diaper as well. She may have enjoyed the muck but to Rick it was unbearable. He wanted to change her right there and then but the car was already under way at that point and it would have to wait until they arrived at the new lab.