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by: Larrbear | Complete Story | Last updated Nov 23, 2011


Chapter 11
Part 11

Part 11

Larry felt the first wave of poop move out of his butt. He tried to stop the flow, but the pressure was too great. The mass moved out of his rear filling the confines of his diaper. He could feel the diaper extend out as the mass filled every crevice of the protective material.

Larry looked up, and focused on a technician. He was smiling.

“PAYBACK TIME! ‘FORMULAS A & B’ ARE STARTING TO WORK TOGETHER, B.I.T. SUBJECT 120696B HAS JUST COMMENCED FIRST MAJOR BOWEL MOVEMENT, WITH VERY LIMITED CONTROL. LIKE I SAID BEFORE… THE FIRST OF MANY! TOMORROW YOU WILL BEGIN TO HAVE A HARD TIME KNOWING WHO OR WHAT YOU ARE. YOU WILL HAVE LOST CONTROL OF YOUR BODILY FUNCTIONS, POOPING AND PEEING JUST A LIKE A REAL BABY… THAT’S BECAUSE YOU WILL BE!”

“iiiiii dooon’t wannnttt toooo beeeee….. aaaaa. bbbbaaaaabbbyyyy!” Larry cried out, “Noooooooo!!!! Thhisssss caaaaannn’ttt bbbbbbbb haaapppp..... iiiii woooonnn’tttt llleeeetttt thhhhhissss haaaappppeeeenn, iii aaammm iiiinnnn cooooonnnnttroooolllllll.... iiii aammmm iinnn.....”

“THE SUBJECT HAS HAD BOTH ‘FORMULA A’ & ‘FORMULA B’ INJECTED PROPERLY. PREPARING B.I.T. SUBJECT 120696B FOR FINAL REDUCT PHASE.”

A technician walked over to Larry, and patted him on the head. Larry looked up and saw a bottle being lowered to his mouth.

“PREPARING B.I.T. SUBJECT 120696B FOR FIRST FORMULA FEED. MIXTURE SET FOR 70% ‘FORMULA B’ AND 30% INFANT FORMULA… HEATED TO 96 DEGREES.”

Larry reaches his tiny hands up, trying to push the bottle away. “iiiiii aammmmm nnoooott aaaa bbbaaaaabbbbyyyy! ggeeeeeetttt ttttthhhaaaaaatttt ttthhhiiiiinngggg aaawwwaaaaay ffffroooooommmm mmmeeee! iiiii ddddoooonnt waaaaannt tthhhaat. iiii doooooon... gulp.”

The bottle’s rubber tip is pushed into Larry’s mouth. He tries to move his head to avoid the event. The technician is persistent, and soon has the bottle firmly lodged in Larry’s mouth. The technician squeezes the bottle lightly forcing some of the contents to drip through the bottle’s nipple and into Larry’s mouth. Larry closes his eyes, trying to shut out the vision of the technician smile as he squeezed more of the warm liquid into his mouth. The warm mixture is appealing. The technician squeezes again on the bottle, forcing more of it’s contents into his mouth. Larry swallows the contents, only to have more squeezed into his mouth. He swallows again, and again, and again.. The flow doesn’t stop. More liquid in, swallow. more liquid in, swallow. It became to pick up a rhythm. Liquid in, swallow it down, liquid in, swallow it down. His mouth begins to work in the motion of the cycle. liquid in, swallow, liquid in, swallow, draw the liquid in, swallow, draw the liquid in, swallow, draw the liquid in, swallow... Suddenly Larry opens his eyes, only to notice that the technician has stopped squeezing the bottle... but the liquid is being drawn in, and he is swallowing it down into his hungry tummy. It dawns on him... he has started to suck on the bottle, drawing its warm contents into his mouth! He thinks about stopping, but something about the warm feeling in his stomach cries out not to.

“FEEDING COMMENCING. REACTION TO BOTTLE TOOK FIFTY SECONDS. TIME SHOULD BE GETTING FASTER, MAKE NOTE THAT DELAY! ‘FORMULA B’ IS TAKING HOLD. B.I.T. SUBJECT 120696B HAS STARTED SUCKING MOTIONS OF AN INFANT, BUT WITH SOME SLIGHT HESITATION. ‘FORMULA A’ HAS NOT HAD ENOUGH TIME FOR COMPLETE CODING. ‘FORMULA B’ IS HELPING SPEED UP THE PROCESS. WITH A LITTLE MORE TIME, REACTION TO BOTTLE FEEDING WILL BE FASTER. LET THE RECORD NOTE THAT THIS IS THE SECOND DOSE OF ‘FORMULAS B’ AND IS BEING ADMINISTERED ORALLY.

Larry’s mind is in turmoil. One part wants to desperately spit the bottle out of his mouth, deny the actions of a baby’s sucking motions. Another part is sending him signals that he needs and desires to pull the contents of the bottle into his body. The desire overcomes the denial, and Larry soon finds himself really working the bottle. Nothing was more important right now that pulling that warm liquid, he grasped at the bottle with both of his tiny hands. He needs the contents, but the only way he can get it is by sucking it in. He bites down again on the rubber teat, and sucks with all his might. He is rewarded by a warm trickle of liquid filling his mouth. He stops and swallows the warm formula, and draws another mouthful of the delicious matter into his mouth. Soon it becomes a rhythm. Suck in the liquid, swallow down the mouthful, suck in more liquid, swallow down the mouthful, suck in more liquid, and swallow down the mouthful. It began slowly, but soon Larry rediscovered an action he hadn’t done since he was a baby... he began to nurse the bottle with all his might. Suck in more liquid, swallow down the mouthful, suck in more liquid, swallow down the mouthful, suck in more liquid, and swallow down the mouthful. The desire won over any rejection thought Larry may have had left for the moment. The technician smiled down at him as he worked on the bottle, sucking it dry as fast as he could. He continued sucking until he realized that he was only sucking in air, no more warm liquid was filling his mouth! He had emptied the entire bottle! The technician, withdrew the nipple from Larry’s mouth.

“FEEDING COMPLETE.”

“HUNGRY LITTLE GUY, ISN’T HE. TOO BAD HE HAS FORGOTTEN ALREADY THE RESULTS OF HIS ACTIONS! HE IS ABOUT TO PASS THE REDUCT PHASE!”

Larry lay there suddenly exhausted from the workout he gave the bottle. He started to feel doze off, but then would wake up again. “It has to be the reaction to the formulas they gave me. I got to fight the urges, maybe I can shake off the effects” he thought to himself, looking at the big faces. “I am not going to give them the satisfaction of thinking they have another successful test subject. I got to fight it.” He let out a big yawn, and then moved his legs, the crinkling of his loaded pamper could be heard. Another urge hits him, one stirring from his bladder. It was full and wanted release. Larry grits his teeth together and tried to command his body to ignore the call of nature.

“HE SHOULD BE PISSING IN THE DIAPER RIGHT ABOUT NOW. MAKE A NOTE, B.I.T. SUBJECT 120696B IS STRUGGLING AGAINST REACTION OF ‘FORMULA B’ INCREASE DOSAGE ON SUBJECTS THAT RESIST THE PROCESS.”

“THE TIMING COULD BE ALSO DUE TO LACK OF SATURATION OF ‘FORMULA A’”.

Larry smile at the words he heard. Yes! He was winning the battle of mind over body. He could break this effect, and cause the project not to work! All he has to do is focus. Suddenly the Larry felt a new warmness. It was not in his stomach. This warmness began to spread across the front of his diaper and flowed down to the sides. “NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” Larry cried out. He is surprised that there was no warning in his body about the pending need to pee. He quickly put his hands down on the front of the diaper, trying to grab hold of his penis through the diaper to stop the flow of urine. He grits his teeth, trying with all his might to concentrate on stopping the flow. No success, the bladder emptying it’s entire contents into the messy diaper, creating a large, and now wetter mess. Larry begins to sob, accepting the fact that his inability to stop the chemical reactions of the formulas failed. Now he was even pissing in his diaper, just like a baby, hardly able to stop the flow draining out of his bladder. Larry knew what the next words out a technician’s mouth would be.

“B.I.T. SUBJECT 120696B HAS JUST EMPTIED BLADDER. THE FLUSHING AGENT IN ‘FORMULAS B’ IS WORKING EFFECTIVELY. TIMING WAS DELAYED TO SUBJECT’S STRUGGLE TO RESISTANT AGAINST THE INEVITABLE. WE CAN CALL THE OPERATION COMPLETE. NOW CHANGING RECORD TO REFLECT THAT WE KNOW HAVE A NEW ARRIVAL, TAGGED AS B.I.T. 120696B!”

“YES. BABY IN TRAINING 120696B” the tech, who’s ego Larry had bruised earlier, chuckled. He laid his hand between Larry’s diapered crotch, and squeezed lightly, smearing the contents over and around Larry’s balls. “I TOLD YOU, YOU WOULD BE DOING THIS. THERE IS NO ESCAPE FOR YOU.”

The technician leaned over the new arrival and attached a anklet ID bracelet around Larry’s right leg. He slip the anklet down the leg, making sure that it would not slip off the foot. Paul inspected the tag. It read: ‘B.I.T. 120696B NAME: LARRY’.

“B.I.T. 120696 TAGGED AND READY FOR TRANSFER.”

 


 

End Chapter 11

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by: Larrbear | Complete Story | Last updated Nov 23, 2011

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