Research & Development

Chapter 3
Nursery Time at Last

Chapter Description: Inside the adult nursery.

The doggy room was a shock to Dan but there was still more to be seen. There was also a cat room, where he spent several minutes staring at some incredibly limber young women licking their curvaceous naked bodies clean. Having a petite brunette rubbing herself up against his legs and climbing onto his lap was something he had never even dreamt about before but now it was actually happening. There were other rooms too, but it was the final one that really opened his mind.

There was no window from the corridor to this room. It was right at the end with the door facing back towards the reception desk. Dr Fisher smiled as she put her hand on the door knob. “I think you’ll like this room,” she told him. “It is one of our most popular in any case.”

She turned the knob and opened the door. Immediately Dan registered a strange mixture of smells wafting out of the open doorway. It was the smell of crayons and peanut butter sandwiches and baby powder all mixed together. It was the smell of a nursery or daycare centre.

He followed Fisher inside, taking in the bright pink, yellow and blue walls covered in murals of playing children. The carpet of the room was thick and soft. There were round tables surrounded by blue and orange plastic chairs, each table covered in empty paper juice cups and knocked over sippy cups beside paper plates littered with biscuit crumbs. A row of giant high-chairs sat against the right-hand wall for the younger charges. In the middle of the left-hand wall a flat-screen TV was blaring am episode of Blues Clues. In the back a row of large cribs could be seen.

Beyond the incredible furniture though, it was the room’s many occupants which got most of Dan’s attention. A middle aged bald man sat in one of the high chairs wearing a bright blue rainbow design t-shirt and a bulky white nappy. He was being spoon fed some yellow gook that was well splattered across his face and the tray of his chair, by a woman who could have been his wife.

On the floor right before Dan a thin baby-faced twenty-something man was kneeling over scribbling crayon across a sheet of construction paper. He was dressed in blue and white striped shortalls over a blue t-shirt and with little red socks on his feet. His blonde hair was sticking up right at the top of his head and he was sucking furiously away at a big yellow dummy as he scribbled, holding the crayon awkwardly in his fist.

Stepping around the colouring man brought Dan alongside two university aged girls playing patty-cake as they sat Indian-style on the carpet. One of them had strawberry-blonde hair that was cut at shoulder-length. Dressed in a pale pink play dress, white socks and black leather Mary Jane shoes, she looked like a giant five year old. The other girl wore a purple Dora the Explorer t-shirt and a jean skirt with bare feet. Neither of them looked up from their game as Dan edged past their spot on the floor.

The largest crowd of kids was gathered by the TV screen watching Blue. At the back of the group were two young men around Dan’s age who were sat on matching blue and yellow plastic potty chairs. Well at least one was sat on it, the other, a buzz-cut blonde man with a footballer’s physique, didn’t seem capable of sitting still. He was climbing up and down on the potty and dancing around it, singing nonsense. Both were naked of course, no sign of the clothing the mental toddlers probably abandoned long ago.

The other young men and women sat on the floor on their bottoms, entranced by the kiddie show. There were two thirty-something men in cartoon print underoos and bright t-shirts sucking their thumbs. Beside them was a twentyish girl in a frilly yellow princess dress with plastic tiara on her pig-tailed head gazing blankly at the screen and chewing on the pieces from a Mister Potato Head.

One girl among the group clearly had been mentally reduced too far to be able to follow even this simple children’s show. She crawled out of the crowd towards Dan and he guessed by her attire, a pink t-shirt that barely covered her boobs and a thick disposable nappy, that her mental age could be measured in months rather than years. When she reached his feet she reached her arms up in the air and gaped up at him, wanting to be held apparently.

“It’s okay, go ahead and pick her up,” Fisher urged him.

Dan felt odd about it, in part because the girl was very pretty. She wore no make-up of course, but she didn’t need to. He guessed her physical age to be around twenty-four at the high side. Her breasts, barely concealed by the short little shirt, were clearly sizable. But she was looking at him with such yearning, and the doctor was encouraging him, so he leant down and slipped his arms under hers, pulling her up into an embrace.

She wrapped her legs around his hip instinctively, pulling herself into a cuddle with him. She felt soft and warm against him. Dan cradled his arms under her crinkly nappy, feeling the smooth skin of her bare thigh with his hand. She smelled strongly of baby powder. It was a nice, sweet scent. Her right pig-tail brushed across his cheek as she settled her chin on his shoulder. The girl’s boobs pressed against his chest and he found his eyes drifting down beyond his control.

Dr Fisher had stepped forward and was brushing her fingers across the girl’s chin and cheek, smiling at her. “She’s quite a cutie isn’t she?” she commented.

“Oh, yes, she is pretty,” Dan agreed.

“Her name is Molly and as you can see, she’s very good at giving cuddles. She just loves her snuggle time.”

Dan felt something being placed over his shoulder. He glanced over to see Fisher putting a washcloth over it. “Just to protect your shirt,” the woman explained. “She tends to drool a bit, this little one.”

“Is she here for good then?” Dan inquired.

“Oh yes, little Molly had a very large dose of the spray. There’s not much left in that cute little noggin of hers,” the doctor cooed in a light sing-song that made the empty-headed girl actually smile as they discussed her lost intelligence.

“Was she a volunteer?”

“Hmm, not exactly. But I’ll explain more about that later. Why don’t you take her over to the infant’s play area. That’s where she’s really meant to be.”

Dan nodded, wondering what Fisher’s cryptic answer meant. How was she not exactly a volunteer? He jostled her lightly in his arms and headed into the back area of the playroom. Luckily he was a pretty strong man and Molly didn’t weigh that much. He reckoned she couldn’t be more than eight stone. He tried to rock her gently as she made happy burbling noises. It seemed she was incapable of forming real words anymore. It was impossible for him not to wonder how she’d ended up this way.

The infant area was populated by a few young men and women clothed in nothing but nappies and a couple in fuzzy onesies. They crept around the floor chewing on teething rings and drooling over plush toys. Dan looked them over while Molly began babbling a bit louder into his ear. “Babababoo,” she announced.

Dan bounced the young woman lightly and looked her in the eye. Held close as she was he could smell the apple juice on her breath. “What was it like when they made you this way?” Dan asked her, knowing she didn’t understand a word he said. She just gaped at him with that slack infantile expression all the young men and women in this area had.

“She’s a real pretty one.”

Dan turned to see who was talking to him and saw a man standing nearby with a woman held against his hip the same way as Molly. The woman in his arms appeared to be mentally on a similar level to Molly as she too was drooling all down her chin and boobies and babbling nonsense. She looked a few years older though and had short black hair and smaller breasts. She was also naked. Dan felt a bit awkward with the man addressing him as though Molly was his, but he didn’t want to make the situation any odder.

“Oh, your girl is very pretty too,” he replied.

“Thanks, this is Cindy, she’s my wife,” he informed Dan.

“Oh,” Dan stuttered, watching as she pursed her lips and blew spit bubbles at her hubby.

The man just smiled at his wife and pulled her closer, kissing her right on the bubbly lips.

“What happened to her nappy?” Dan asked, noticing the woman’s bare bottom.

“She made poopies already so I let her go without it for a bit. I just like this way better, her nice bare body snuggled up against me. She’s such a prude when she’s all grown up y’know. But when she’s like this all that modesty just slips right out her ears with the rest of her big girl thoughts. So she doesn’t mind when I parade her around nudie for everyone.”

“So she’s only like this sometimes?”

“Oh yeah, just for play, once every couple months. It’s my special time, worth all the hours I put in at work.”

“That’s nice, Molly here is just like this now,” Dan told him.

“That must be lovely for her, and for you. She looks like a really good cuddler.”

Dan just nodded, beginning to really understand these people. They wanted someone to love them unconditionally, someone to cuddle them and be close, someone with no inhibitions, no capacity to judge them or hold a grudge. Of course a baby was the perfect solution. Molly was smiling now, blowing a little raspberry at him, so sweet and innocent. Maybe she was better off this way.

A high giggle caught Dan’s attention and he saw a young man sitting on his butt on the floor with his Winnie the Pooh nappy yanked off and dropped beside him. He was playing with a very stiff penis, giggling and drumming his heels on the floor as he masturbated. Beside him a woman was soothingly rubbing his back, encouraging him.

“That’s right baby, my little guy likes his happy pee-pee doesn’t he? Oh of course he does! Hims has a big stiffy pee-pee!” she crooned to him.

The man was enjoying the praise but more interested with the nice feelings touching his pee-pee were giving him. After a few more seconds of stroking the man-baby’s pee-pee began to squirt what his mummy there was calling sticky pee. His whole body shook and the woman cuddled him close. That answered Dan’s unspoken question about the physical needs of their adult bodies.

It was the muffled sound of a fart which drew Dan’s attention away from the young man on the floor. Molly was grimacing as she strained and pushed a load of poopy into her nappy. Dan could feel the garment expanding as she emptied her bowels into it.

“Eww,” he gasped as the stench hit his nose.

Molly just giggled and smiled, swinging her legs back and forth, clearly glad to have all that nasty poopy out of her and in her nappy where it belonged.

“Ugh, we gotta get that thing off you right now,” Dan told her, looking for the changing table and more importantly, someone who could change her nappy so he didn’t have to.

He found the oversized changing table in the corner next to the cribs. Unfortunately it was already in use. A woman in a pants suit was standing beside it and there was a man lying across it. He was a skinny little man with short black hair and Dan immediately recognised him as his former boss, Craig. He’d advanced to the ranks of the executives a year earlier but then had mysteriously quit a month later. Nobody had heard from him since and there had been much debate about what had happened to the man. Now Dan finally knew.

Craig was lying on the changing table with his dirty nappy already being disposed of. His mummy had secured him to the table with a strap, not so that he couldn’t move while she forcefully changed a grown man’s nappy. But so he wouldn’t fall off the table and hurt himself for he now squirmed about like a real little infant.

It was so weird for Dan to see Craig’s whole naked form splayed across the table that way. The last time Dan saw him Craig was showing off his new office, dressed in a brand new suit and shoes, at the height of his game. Now Craig was wearing his birthday suit, squirming on a table babbling and jabbering baby talk and swinging his legs around trying to catch his toes.

Dan walked up beside the woman as she dug a baby wipe from the package. “Hi there, are you almost done? Sorry, I just have a really stinky little one here.”

“Oh no problem, I’ll just be a second. Little Craig just needs his bum-bum cleaned and then we’ll let him run around nakie-bum for a while so he dries out anyway.”

“Oh, okay, that’s fine. Are you his, like, mum?”

The woman chuckled. “Well sort of. I work here for the nursery, caring for our permanent charges.”

“Oh, is he here for good then?”

“Oh yes, this little guy hasn’t got two cogent thoughts left to rub together. He’s my little one now,” she declared, wiping Craig’s dirty bottom.

Craig didn’t notice their talking about him. He’d succeeded in catching one of his wagging bare feet and stuffed several toes in his mouth. Dan looked down at his former boss and wondered even more about how he’d come to be here. After all he was an executive himself. What the hell was going on down here?

“Is he happy?” Dan asked.

The woman nodded as she completed her wiping. “Oh yes, just look at the little guy. He’s as happy as a clam.”

Dan watched the grown man continue to slobber over his tootsies cross-eyed with concentration. Those eyes were so vacant now. There wasn’t a trace of his former boss left in them. They were the innocent, curious eyes of an infant so simple-minded his own toes were an intriguing discovery to him.

“There we go, all done!” the woman announced, undoing the strap over Craig’s tummy.

Craig fussed a bit, not wanting to relinquish his toes, which he was clearly enjoying munching on, to get off the table. But his caretaker easily interrupted his suckling and lifted him off the table and lowered him to the floor. Craig settled on his hands and knees, his still bare bottom stuck up in the air, wiggling around as he crept towards a soft toy on the floor nearby.

“All yours,” the caretaker informed Dan, walking off after the creeping man baby.

Dr Fisher appeared back at Dan’s side as he stared after the big baby. “He’s not quite how you remember him, eh?” she commented.

“Yeah, that’s one way of putting it,” Dan retorted. “How did he end up this way? Did he really ask for this?”

Fisher got a serious look now as she shook her head. “No Dan, he didn’t ask for that. He’s here because he couldn’t be a team player.”

The tone in her voice had gone cold, almost threatening. It made Dan very uncomfortable. “You mean he was made like that against his will?” Dan asked, gulping.

Fisher nodded slowly. “He just wouldn’t work with us. He disapproved of this whole experiment, couldn’t see the monetary value, or even the scientific value of it. He wouldn’t give us a volunteer, so he became the volunteer himself.”

“What do you mean by volunteer?”

The doctor smiled wickedly then looked over at a woman standing by the large cribs. “Susan! Could you come over here and change Molly please,” she called.

The woman nodded and came over, extending her arms for Dan to hand the girl to her. Dan really didn’t want to give the pretty young woman up. Smelly as she was becoming her cuddles remained very comforting, even loving. Reluctantly he handed her over, watching Molly immediately bond with this new woman, snuggling close.

“Thank you Susan,” Dr Fisher said before turning to Dan. “Now, you need to come with me. We have one more thing you need to see.”

Having little choice Dan followed her back out of the nursery, glancing back over his shoulder at Molly getting strapped to the changing table and his naked former boss chewing on his new stuffed toy. Once they exited the nursery Dan was able to focus more on what was happening now. “So where are we going?” he asked.

“To see our newest volunteer,” she informed him.