Degenerated

Chapter 1
Molly

Chapter Description: I may or may not continue, but if I do continue it will be from another character's perspective.

Molly sat up in her crib, wailing. Those scumbags stole her age! It was getting harder and harder for her to think clearly. She knew that the longer she was stuck in her nine month old body, the longer it would take her to rehabilitate into adulthood, not to mention with every passing day she was losing more and more of her memories and experience to her excess of youth. At this point it might be in her best interest to just grow into a teen and start from high school, but she couldn’t focus her mind very well to plan things like this anymore. She fell on her back and started kicking her feet in the air, shrieking even louder than before.

The door to Molly’s nursery opened. Samantha, her ‘younger’ sister, came in to see why Molly was crying this time. “Oh, Molly! This has to be the fifth time you’ve shit yourself today!” Molly knew that Sam hated kids, but since she had been regressed into one Samantha had to compromise. Molly reached up to Sam as she came to her crib to pick her up. She was still getting used to the ride over to the changing table, but it had been a lot smoother since day one.Molly had calmed down to just sniveling at this point. Sam let her hair dangle as she changed Molly’s diaper. Molly loved this; her hair was sooo long and pretty and colorful and beautiful and red and… and… lovely! Back when she could talk a few days ago she used to thank Molly every time she did it, now she could only giggle, which was what she did as she played with her sister’s hair. This was one of the few things that made Sam smile these days, and she beamed at her sister as she placed the front of Molly’s fresh diaper on top of her waist.

After taping up Molly’s diaper, Samantha blew a raspberry on Molly’s tummy. This made Molly scream with joy. Molly felt safe and warm in her new diaper. Sam picked up Molly again. It was feeding time. Molly felt the nipple of a bottle being pushed into her mouth. She started to suckle as she felt Sam carrying her towards the rocking chair. Molly started to fall asleep to the rhythmic motion of the chair. She was vaguely aware of Sam patting her back and letting out a belch minutes after becoming drowsy. As Sam placed her back in the crib, she started fading out of consciousness. The last thing she remembered was the door shutting as Samantha left the room to go look into how they would ‘fix’ her condition.

Molly was having a nightmare. She relived the day of her regression in every dream, though even before she lost her speech she never told Sam about it. She was slowly losing her mental vocabulary in addition to what intelligence she held onto, but she knew that mommy… or Sammy, she meant… would come to comfort her in her time of need, but until then she had to relive it yet another time…

***

Molly was a nurse. She had really long, thick, dark red hair that reached down to her waist. After a few years of schooling this was the career path she had taken. She was very nice and very good with other people, so being a nurse only seemed like a natural choice to her. She was 27 at the time and already had a few unwanted wrinkles on her face, but otherwise life was going great. The doctor who had hired her paid her well and every one of his patients loved her.

She had heard a few years earlier about the new, highly advanced age swap technology. Normally only highly skilled doctors could operate it and that was only after years of hard training; it was not a simple procedure. Molly had seen it done before and she could not have repeated the process to save her life. Normally only rich old men would use it. It wasn’t hard for them to find a teenager who wanted more freedom, so it was a great way for them to shave a few years off their lives.

On this particular day, a group of three teenagers came in with an older man. He wanted to lose a few years and the boys all wanted to grow older. Molly herself thought the procedure was very unethical since those boys were being conned into losing the remainder of their childhoods, but the old man didn’t much care, less aches and pains of old life for him. Molly had the group out in the waiting room. Most clinics just ran the procedure if the operation could be paid for; it was an under-the-table type deal since this technology was fairly new and not everyone knew about it, although many families got suspicious when their teenage children went missing. Finally, after much thought, Molly came out into the waiting room, not having consulted the physician.

“Gentlemen, I will need to see parental consent forms before we perform this procedure.” Molly said. The boys and the man all glared at her. Everyone knew that this was serious money that could be made by doctors who were willing to abuse this secret practice and the boys all wanted to do away with the shackles of their youth. No more curfew, no more school, no more parents barking orders at them, they wanted to be free and this old man was going to give that to them, only not anymore since this ginger bitch decided they needed fucking consent forms. Hell, most of their families weren’t even aware of this kind of technology, and neither were they, that is, before this old man told them about it. “Come on, boys, let’s go. You’re running late for your youth basketball game.” the old man said. One by one, the three boys all left the clinic. The old man glared at Molly as he followed them out. Molly maintained eye contact with this man until he turned as he walked out the door. Upon his departure, Molly heaved a huge sigh of relief. Once the public found out about this technology, there would be the devil to pay if they found out that her clinic was abusing it. After they all left it was time for Molly to clean the clinic; it was one of her many duties as a nurse of that clinic.

About an hour later the doctor called her into his office. Molly was hoping that it had something to do with the pay raise they had discussed the day before, but much to her dismay, she found out that it was something entirely different. “Molly, I heard you turned away a few prospective patients today.” said Dr. Lund.

“Yes, doctor, they wanted an operation that would require parental consent. They did not have proper documentation, so they left.” Molly replied. She didn’t like it that Jim Lund practiced this unethical procedure, but she knew if she reported him that it would destroy her credentials in the medical field, since no self-respecting doctor would hire her after that. The ones who practiced age swap would decline for fear of her ratting them out and the ones that didn’t would overlook her application due to their reputation verses her own; her name would become an evil name, so all she could do was ask for consent forms before notifying the doctor of their presence, which no one took to very kindly.

“That is not what the patient told me, Molly.” said Dr. Lund. “We do not require parental consent in order to perform age swap, in case you have forgotten.” With that, he took a sip of coffee. “This is your final warning, Molly. You’re dismissed. Go home and get some rest, you look awful.”

Molly did not feel awful, but she could not argue with that. Boss’s orders. She’d meet with her sister, Samantha, and they’d go see a movie or something. As she closed the door, she heard Dr. Lund pick up the phone and start speaking into it again. “… yeah, just bring them by the clinic and I’ll …” Molly wasn’t interested in hearing the rest of the conversation. The doctor talked with his wife on the phone from time to time and she figured this was one of those times.

***

“Hey, Sammy. Ready for that movie?” Molly lived with her 25 year-old sister, Samantha. She preferred to just be called ‘Sam’ but for Molly she made the exception. Unlike her sister, Sam didn’t do very well in school. She had called quits after high school, but she was exceptional in fast food and really climbed the ranks. Her job didn’t make her rich, but it definitely paid well.

“I really don’t think it’s such a good idea to go out tonight, Molly. Why don’t we stay in? We can watch Ted again.” Molly was really tired of that movie by now. They really needed to get out and see something new. “Besides, Molly, you have work again tomorrow. Shouldn’t you be resting for that? You’re always insanely bitchy when you come home tired.”

“I am not, Samantha! And besides, it’s been forever since we’ve gone out, maybe we could meet some new guys before the movie and watch with them!” She said while jumping up and down. Molly was set on meeting new people since her last failed relationship with Allen.

“Bar and a movie? Get real, Molly. This is your worst idea you’ve had all month. You and I both know that if you show up with a hangover tomorrow you can kiss your job goodbye.”

“Sam, we need to get out and that’s that.” Molly puffed out her lower lip and made puppy-dog eyes. Sam sighed. That was her own role as the younger sister, but Molly played it all too well. She agreed to go. They chatted in front of the bathroom mirror as they both put on their makeup.

***

There weren’t any guys at the bar worth spending the night with, so instead they headed over to the theater, where they would pick out a movie. Molly was a bit bummed that she didn’t meet anyone new that night, but at least she had her younger sister to enjoy the night with, and that meant a lot to her. As Molly stood in line to see what was out, she saw three teenaged boys out of the corner of her eye. Sam had dropped her off so she could go park the car and was on her way over but still out of eyeshot. The boys got closer and closer to her and took out a weird-looking object. It looked like some sort of boxy remote control. One of the boys zapped her with it. She moaned as her body felt the strange sensation of being drained… of what, she couldn’t say, but she was definitely losing something. Her clothes felt a little bit baggy on her as she realized she was 18 again, but without warning she felt another zap. This time the drain was even greater, as this time she lost both height and body mass. She was 9 again. One final zap made her revert back into an infant, the changes almost seemed instantaneous. She couldn’t cry since she still had the mind of an adult, but she felt so bewildered and she had no idea what had just happened. She was trapped under tons of cloth and she couldn’t help but wriggle and writhe as she tried to get out.

As she squirmed about in her prison of fabric, an old man approached and squatted down beside her. “May this teach you to meddle in affairs that don’t concern you.” with that he walked off and as Sam approached she saw three guys who looked to be in their mid 20’s but were wearing teen’s clothing. She stopped to call them weirdoes, but they ignored her and went off with the old man. As Sam got closer to her sister, her eyes widened. She saw her sister’s clothes in a pile right in front of the theater. It was nothing short of a miracle no one else seemed to notice, but her sister was probably off somewhere banging a complete stranger out of her craving for sex… worst of all doing it naked in public! Sam would have to hide her face in shame for the next few months if news of this spread. She went over to collect her sister’s clothes when she found a small, moving lump inside of them. She picked up the shirt and found an eight month old baby girl underneath. She scowled at this.

“Molly, this isn’t funny! You need to come out now!” She called. “This is a really sick joke and I don’t know who’d lend their kid out to a complete stranger for it, but you’ve been drinking way too much tonight and I think it’s time we head home for a little chat!” Samantha was pretty pissed off at her sister for this by now. Of all the times to start acting up. Sure the breakup hadn’t been easy for her, but she needed to grow up already!

Molly pushed up from the ground and, wobbling over on hands and knees, tugged on her sister’s jeans, which made Sam flinch. Apparently she’d gotten too close to the brat, hopefully it wouldn’t slobber all over her expensive clothes. “Smee, I Moey.” she said, thinking she‘d really said ‘Sammy, it‘s me, Molly‘. She felt weird. Maybe Sam could help her out… that’s when she realized that everything, including her sister, seemed huge. She looked down at all the clothing she was lying in… it was her own! But how? It had fit her moments earlier. Sammy who was once her own height now towered over her and was looking down at her in disgust. Everything seemed so strange and bizarre. The lighting seemed very menacing. Everything seemed so intimidating! Overwhelmed, she started to bawl her eyes out. Embarrassed, Sam squatted and pulled her into her arms, jiggling her as she quickly made every effort to quiet her down so she wouldn’t draw any unwanted attention…

***

Molly woke up wet. She was whimpering. Sam had taken her out of her crib, put her into her car seat, and was rocking her while she searched the web for any leads on her sister’s assailants. It had been the same thing all month: nothing. Sam was getting really pissed that she couldn’t do anything about it. She believed her sister, but no one else did. It wasn’t unusual for girls in their mid 20’s to have kids by now so everyone just looked at her like she was crazy when she told them her story. “There, there,” Samantha told her degenerated sister as she put out her hand. Molly grabbed one of her fingers. “We’ll find a way to get you back to normal, and we’ll definitely expose those assholes who did this to you.” Molly put her sister’s finger into her mouth and sucked on it, and a wave of comfort filled her body as she trailed back off into slumber.