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Chapter 6
Part 6

Part 6

Larry tried to shake his head, but the strap holding his forehead prevented movement. He now understood that they were going to turn him into to the same thing... into a baby! The baby in the technician’s arms let out another yawn, and then farted. Larry looked at the figure in the arms, and could see movement in the diaper of Tim. He was filling his already full diaper again!

“FOR THE FIRST FEW DAYS YOU WILL BE FILLING AT LEAST TWELVE DIAPERS OR MORE. IT”S THE BODY’S WAS OF REACTING TO THE FORMULA AND THE NEW SIZE AND SHAPE. YOU’LL GET USE TO IT. IN FACT YOU WON’T EVEN REALIZE THAT YOU ARE DOING IT.”

“NO!!!!” Larry tried to scream. He felt his energy coming back.

“NOW I AM GOING TO TELL YOU WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN TO YOU, AS A SPY YOU DON’T DESERVE TO KNOW WHAT WILL BECOME OF YOU. BUT THEN ON THE OTHER HAND, THE TORTURE OF WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN TO YOU IS.... DESERVING! BESIDES, YOU WON’T HAVE A CHANCE TO SHARE YOUR INFORMATION WITH YOUR SOURCE. YOU WILL BECOME WHAT THEY HOPE TO HAVE LEARNED FROM YOU.”

“I am not a SPY!” Larry tried to say, but the muffled sounds fell on deaf ears.

“WITH THE FIRST FORMULA IN YOUR BODY, YOU ARE ALREADY PARTIALLY PREPPED FOR YOUR TRANSFORMATION INTO A NEW LIFE. REMEMBER THAT WARM AND TINGLY FEELING YOU FELT AFTER WE INJECTED YOU. THAT IS ‘FORMULA A’ WORKING ON YOUR MOLECULES. THEY ARE SENDING A CODING MESSAGE TO ALL PARTS OF YOUR BODY, PREPARING YOU FOR A CHANGE.”

Larry tried again to move, feeling strength coming back into his limbs. The straps held him tight.

“THE CHAMBER YOU SAW THIS LITTLE GUY SLIP INTO, WILL TREAT YOU WITH A RADIOACTIVE WASH. THE WASH REACTS WITH ‘FORMULA A’, THE FORMULA THAT IS CURRENTLY COURSING THRU YOUR BODY. YOUR BODY’S CODING WILL BEGIN ITS CHANGES, PRODUCING A SMALLER VERSION OF YOURSELF, IN OTHER WORD, REDUCING YOU TO THE SIZE OF A TODDLER. YOU WILL STILL HAVE ALL MEMORY AND RECOLLECTION OF WHO AND WHAT YOU ARE, AND WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO YOU... THAT IS UNTIL ‘FORMULA B’ IS ADMINISTERED TO YOU.”

Larry struggled against his bonds again.

“IT IS ‘FORMULA B’ THAT PRODUCES THE FINAL RESULTS. THE CHEMICAL MAKEUP OF THE FORMULA INDUCES A RETURN TO INFANCY. IT ROBS THE SUBJECT OF ALL BODILY FUNCTIONS, AND ERASES THE SUBJECT’S MEMORY. REPEATED DOSES OF THE FORMULA CREATE A FASTER REACTION, AND SPEEDS UP THE COMPLETE TRANSFORMATION.

Larry fought harder against the straps.

“OF COURSE WE MAY NOT DECIDE TO INJECT YOU WITH ‘FORMULA B’ RIGHT AWAY. WE MAY WANT YOU TO GET USE TO YOUR NEW POSITION IN LIFE FIRST. I THINK WE MAY WANT YOU TO REMEMBER EVERYTHING FOR A FEW DAYS, THEN MAYBE FINISH THE TRANSFORMATION BY INJECTING ‘FORMULA B’. ONCE YOU ARE SUBJECTED TO ‘FORMULA B’ MEMORY WILL START ERASING ITSELF. THE FORMULA WILL ALSO STRIP AWAY YOUR CONTROL OVER YOUR BODILY FUNCTIONS. THEN MAYBE WE WON’T. MAYBE WE’LL HANDLE YOU JUST LIKE WE DID THIS LITTLE ONE.” The technician laughed at the thought. “EITHER WAY, YOU WILL TRULY BECOME A BABY, JUST LIKE LITTLE B.I.T. 120696A HERE!” The toddler in his arms yawned again. “YES, WE ARE GOING TO TAKE REAL GOOD CARE OF YOU... BOTH OF YOU!”

A technician walked over and took Tim out of the other technician’s arms, and carried him over to another table. This table slid out of the wall too, but it was covered in a quilted type of material, and had raised sides on it. Anything placed into it, could not roll off, or fall off it without trying real hard.

“LET’S GET YOU CHANGED.”

The technician looked back at Larry.

“YES, LET’S GET YOU CHANGED.” He chuckled.

“INSERTION TABLE IS PREPPED AND READY FOR B.I.T. SUBJECT.”

“GOOD LET’S MOVE B.I.T. SUBJECT 120696B INTO POSITION AND FINISH PREPARATION STAGE.”

The four technicians gathered around Larry and the rack.

“PREPARE TO RELEASE THE STRAPS. REMEMBER, THE SUBJECT’S STRENGTH FROM FEAR MAY BE STRONG, SO GET A GOOD HOLD ON HIM.

Larry felt the strap above his head being released. He could move his head freely. Then he felt the straps around his legs being loosened, then falling to the side.

“LEGS ARE FREE, RELEASE ARMS, REMEMBER TO KEEP A GOOD GRIP ON HIM.”

The straps on Larry’s arms were released. Larry felt them fall to his side. But he wasn’t concerned about that. He wanted to escape. The second the straps fell off his chest he tried to make a break. He lounged off the rack, knocking one of the technicians to the ground. He was able to stand, but the was wrestled to the ground by the other three technicians.

“HE’S STILL ABLE TO STAND!”

“NOT FOR LONG!” The technician who was knocked to the ground cried out. “HOLD HIM!”

Larry felt another pin prick in his side, and then that same warming sensation spreading all over his body from the point of insertion! “ARRRRRRRRRR......” Larry cried out, and then collapsed into the arms of the three standing technicians.

“WELL, OUR SPY SURE HAS SPUNK! HE’LL MAKE A GOOD TODDLER.”

“GET HIM UP ON TO THE TABLE!”

Larry’s limp body was picked up and carried over to the table, and dumped unceremoniously on to it.

“STRAP HIM DOWN!”

Larry watched, unable to move. He wanted to move, but his body was not listening to his commands. A strap was placed across his chest, and fed into a slot on the side of the table. He heard a click as the strap stopped moving. Then he watched as his arms were each strapped into place. The same clicking sound accompanied each feed of strap in to a slot on each side of his arms.

“OKAY. HE IS NOT GOING ANYWHERE. PROCEED WITH THE FINAL PREPARATION. I WANT INSERTION TO TAKE PLACE IN THIRTY MINUTES.”

“WITH PLEASURE!” Grinned the technician whom Larry had knocked to the ground. “I AM GOING TO ENJOY PREPPING THIS ONE” He grinned as he traced his fingers from Larry’s chest hairs, down his stomach, and finally ending up resting on the urine-soaked briefs. Another technician was pressing buttons on the panel above his feet. The LCD screen flashed a message: B.I.T. SUBJECT 120696B INSERTION IN 19:59... 19:58... 19:57... 19:56...

The technician walked away from the table. Larry turned his head to follow his movements.

Another technician came to Larry’s side.

“YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE DONE THAT, NOW HE IS GOING TO GET EVEN WITH YOU. RELAX, IT WILL GO MUCH EASIER ON YOU IF YOU COOPERATE.”

“Let me up, LET ME OUT OF HERE!!!” Larry barked into the gag. The muffled sound could be heard, but again fell on deaf ears.

“OKAY, LET’S GET YOU CLEANED UP. FIRST WE WILL APPLY THIS NEW TEST AGENT ‘HR’. THIS WILL RID YOU OF UNNEEDED HAIR. YOU WILL BE AS CLEAN AS A NEW BORN BABE!” The technician smiled, holding a canister above Larry.

“RELEASING CHEST STRAP, PREPARING FOR PHASE ONE OF CLEAN-UP ON B.I.T. SUBJECT 120696B. WE WILL USE THE NEW TEST AGENT, SAME AS WE USED ON B.I.T. 120696A.”