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The Room of Regression, Pt. 2
🕑 Added 2023-03-13 12:03:18 +0000 UTCOH MY GODDESS! Heyyo everyone. Your baby-brained Big Sis totally scheduled the Patreon Exclusives post for the wrong day. Of course, it would happen the one time I don't double-check. Super sorry about that! Hope you enjoy the second half of this short and I'll make triple sure next week's story is posted right on time!
DISCLAIMER: This story contains age regression, mental regression, diaper usage, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!
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*VRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!*
Instinctually covering his head due to the sudden noise overhead, Victor slowly peered upward, watching as the giant, metal fan that hung from the ceiling began to speed up until the blades were moving so fast that they were no longer visible. The sound the fan emitted forced him to try and cover his ears to lessen the sound. “IT’S TOO LOUD!” he shouted, hoping that Lotte would take mercy on him and power down her machine.
“Sorry about that Vic! Lemme juuuust…” said Lotte as she proceeded to flip a series of switches on her control panel. Within seconds, the noise in the nursery began to lessen, allowing Victor to unplug his ears, “...there! Now, the audio diffusers should be operating at full capacity.
While he was happy to no longer feel like his head would explode from sound pressure, Victor was still less than pleased that Lotte’s experiment was forging ahead. “L-Listen, Lotte, I’m not sure this is the best idea. I mean…you're gonna need a lab assistant moving forward and you know me! Haha! I’m always down to be your guy,” he said, speaking a mile a minute whilst fighting through nervous laughter in hopes of appealing to Lotte’s sense of logic, “I promise if you let me out of here, I can find someone, no, any number of someones and lure them back here for you.”
Pondering Victor’s offer for a brief second, Lotte paused in the midst of inputting more commands on her console. “Hmmm…I suppose I’d have access to a wider variety of test subjects that way…” she said, tapping her chin as her mind raced through every conceivable outcome that would spawn from this choice. The amount of time she was taking to think about her loyal assistant’s suggestion provided Victor with a sliver of hope. Sadly, those hopes were not to last as Lotte reached her decision, “...But then I wouldn’t get the pleasure of seeing what you look like as a baby! And that would be no fun.”
“A b-baby?!” shouted Victor, instantly connecting the dots of why this chamber was designed to look like a nursery, “You didn’t build an immortality machine! You built a de-aging machine! LET ME OUT OF HERE!” He rushed for the lone door and began pulling at it with every ounce of strength he could give.
Chuckling maniacally like the mad scientist she truly was, Lotte took hold of the big lever in the center of her control panel. “Let’s not start with anything too extreme to start. A few years should do the trick,” she said, pushing the lever forward ever so slightly.
Back in the prototype de-aging machine, Victor could already feel something weird happening in his body the second that Lotte moved that lever. He stopped trying to force the door open and stepped back, looking at any part of his body that he could for signs of age regression. To his surprise, the exact opposite was happening. Staring down at his arm, he could actually see the direct effects that Lotte’s device was having on his body, watching diligently as the skin on the back of his hand became tighter and slightly more wrinkly. “I think you’ve got it set the wrong way,” he said, looking toward his reflection in the viewing window’s glass to see that he did indeed look several years older, having progressed from his late-20s to his mid-30s.
“Huh, I thought I set it the other way…whatever!” said Lotte, shrugging her shoulders as she quickly pulled the lever back toward her. Victor’s body responded in kind as she quickly reversed him back to his neutral age before dropping a few extra years for good measure.
Witnessing his entire transformation unfold, Victor was awestruck as his receding hairline filled back in and the crow’s feet from dozens of sleepless nights disappeared. He placed a hand on his cheek, feeling how much more spongy and plush his flesh felt. “Holy crap! I look like I’m back in college!” he said, stretching the skin on his face as he rubbed his hands all over it vigorously, “Y-You really did it! This is an unquestionable turning point for human evolution! Think of the problems we could solve and the ways we could improve society now that we quite literally have all the time in the world.”
“Yes, yes. I know, I’m impressed,” said Lotte, not ashamed to toot her own horn. However, while had all the intentions to take a victory lap in due time, she still had work to do presently, “Alright, Victor, how do I take my coffee?”
Taken aback by the odd question, Victor scratched his head. “Your coffee? Uh, three sugars and a splash of cream,” he said, knowing her usual order all too well.
“Excellent! We have no loss in memories from the de-aging process,” said Lotte, checking off that box on her clipboard with an energized smile. Grabbing the lever again, she pulled it a few clicks back for a second time, “Now to test knowledge. We’re gonna send you back to high school!”
Sighing, Victor rolled his eyes playfully, getting a little more into his role as a test subject now that Lotte had proven her machine’s success. “Wonderful. Just how I wanted to spend today. Reliving the horrors of puberty,” he said, feeling his clothing beginning to grow baggier as years of living off the three major food groups of hot pockets, pop tarts, and ramen disappeared, returning him to his ultra-skinny, teenage roots. More importantly, though, he could feel the hormonal changes in the body taking effect as his skin became oily and damp, while his sex drive ramped back up thanks to regaining the testosterone of his youth. A small tent in his ill-fitting pants began to form.
“Okay, you should be about 15 years old now. How are all those tingly feelings treating ya?” asked Lotte, snickering as she observed Victor struggling to push down his no-reason boner.
Glaring back at the glass, Victor yelled, “ShUT up!” his face flushing as his voice cracked without warning. He sounded so cute and squeaky compared to the developed voice he was used to.
“Fascinating. Now then, I hope you don’t mind but I took the liberty of recovering some of your old test scores from my class,” said Lotte, grabbing a manilla folder off of her desk and pulling out Victor’s mid-term, “This is your intelligence test to see if de-aging has caused you do lose any learned knowledge. Go ahead and have a seat. We’re going to go through every question so make yourself comfortable.”
Groaning loudly like the impetuous teenager that he now was, Victor plopped himself down in the center of the nursery, refusing to use any of the infantile furniture that was available to him. “You’re asking me to remember questions from a class I haven’t taken in what, six years now?" he said sarcastically, showing his age off more and more with each passing second.
“Just do your best,” said Lotte before rattling off the first question. To Victor’s surprise, he actually had retained a lot more information than he realized, with many of the questions having to do with aspects of his work with Lotte. By the time he answered the final question on his exam, he had actually improved from his lackluster score, “You see, that wasn’t so bad and we know for certain that you haven’t lost any learned knowledge, unless you were studying advanced genetics as a high school sophomore, that is.”
Shaking his head proudly, Victor felt as on top of the world as he did when he was a 4.0 honor student. “Nope! Ya boy’s got the smarts to keep up. Humblebrag!” he said, not even realizing as he slipped back into the lingo of his youth until a few seconds after, “Woah, I haven’t humblebrag since maybe 2012? That’s insane. It felt so natural to say.”
“While your intelligence remains untouched, it does appear that the body’s lack of connectivity to the prefrontal lobe in its adolescence is causing a loss of maturity,” said Lotte, furiously scribbling down notes.
Scoffing at Lotte’s statement, Victor’s anti-authority mentality from his rebellious teen years reared its ugly head as he responded, “Pfffft! I’m plenty mature, thank you very much. My body may be a tad younger but I’m still the same Victor inside and your little machine can’t take that away.”
Narrowing her gaze, Lotte was not one who enjoyed being challenged, especially by an underling. “You think so, huh? Why don’t we test your hypothesis then,” she said, pulling the lever back yet again. Only this time, instead of just pulling it back and leaving it until the transformation was complete, she moved at a snail's pace, inching it back as she controlled Victor’s age in real-time.
Unlike the previous de-agings, Victor was experiencing far more than the slight changes he had gotten used to. He could actively see his sightline getting lower, his slowly reducing height further punctuated by his pants flopping to the floor. To his embarrassment, his no-reason boner returned as he sped past the earliest years of puberty, only to drop off entirely once his age reached single digits. He clutched his shirt and underwear for dear life, not wanting to be left naked in front of his boss.
By the time Victor’s transformation finally halted, he couldn’t have been more than five or six years old, making the world around him seem ginormous. His heart was beating extremely fast, no longer possessing the nerve he’d garnered in middle school. Deep within his soul, a need for comfort overtook him as he looked around and found no sign of his mom or dad. In the heat of panic, his body naturally took over, causing a response that his body wasn’t able to grow out of until he was seven.
*hssssssssssssssss!*
Feeling the trickle of moist warmth cascading down his legs, Victor’s hands shot down toward his darkening underwear as if he could force the flow to stop with external pressure. Sadly, all he could do was stand there as the yellow puddle at his feet grew.
“Uh oh! Was somebody not potty trained by this point? Talk about a late bloomer,” said Lotte, giggling up a storm at Victor’s involuntary bodily response.
Hiding his face behind his forearm, Victor let go of his shirt, causing one of the sleeves to slump down his shoulder. “I-I was potty trained! I just got scared,” he said, fruitlessly trying to defend his actions. Puffing up his cheeks into a pout, he stomped his little feet, unintentionally splattering droplets of pee around that hadn’t yet soaked into the carpet.
Suddenly, without warning, Victor felt the de-aging machine working on him again. Closing his eyes, he prayed that Lotte was finally going to return him to his current age, even if only to clean up the mess he made. Unfortunately, the clothing in his hands only grew, becoming harder to hold onto. Releasing his soaked undies, he stepped back from the yellow pool he had created only to lose his balance due to his body losing the coordination it had gained during his infancy. It wasn’t until he was nothing more than a lump in his extra large t-shirt that his spinning fan overhead came to a stop.
Crawling out through the neck hole of his shirt, Victor was now only one year old at most. “Abababa,” he said, no longer able to form words despite thinking them in his head. Feeling helpless and small, he began to sniffle, wiping away tears haphazardly from his cheeks with his pudgy baby hands.
*CLANK!*
Entering the testing chamber, Lotte rushed over to Victor, scooping his naked body off the ground and bringing him close to her chest. “There, there. No need to be sad. Honestly, you should be thanking me,” she said, promptly walking over to the diaper rack and selecting a baby diaper from one of the shelves, “Don’t want you having another piddle party without one of these.”
Clinging to Lotte’s lab coat, Victor closed his eyes again as his crying slowed to a stop. He couldn’t explain it but something about being held in his kooky boss’s arms made him feel safe. He was well aware that she wasn’t his mother, and yet, his brain still reacted as if she was. Choosing not to fight back in his current state, he allowed himself to be laid down on the changing table without a fuss, knowing deep down that getting a diaper put on him was probably for the best.
“Awww, you’re being such a well-behaved baby boy! If you keep this up, Auntie Lotte will have to spoil you rotten,” said Lotte, laughing playfully as she applied baby lotion and powder to Victor’s tiny keister before taping the diaper up nice and snug. Pulling him back into her arms, she gently began to rock back and forth as she lightly patted his back like a real mother would, “You and I are gonna change the world together, Vic. And don’t worry, I won’t make you stay this young forever. You’ll grow up a bit more each and every day like a real baby would, and I’ll be sure to re-raise you in my image every step of the way. With all that knowledge cooking in your head, you’ll be a bonafide genius like me by the time you get back to your old age.”
At last, the reason Lotte used Victor as a test subject became clear, though it was far too late to stop her. He may have been a decent assistant but given his track record, that’s all he’d ever be. With her guidance and careful tutelage, he could grow into the scientist he’d always dreamed of becoming. Even now, his mind was racing as though he’d never lost a second of his age at all.
*PFFFFSPLOOOOOOOOORRRRCH!!!*
Perhaps Victor’s mind was racing a little too much. He focused harder on the grown-up thoughts that lay dormant in his mind like a volcano waiting to go off, he neglected the rest of his body, unaware of how much stress it put on his body to think so hard at the ripe age of one. This resulted in him muddying up the diaper that Lotte had just changed him into.
“Woof! Guess I should’ve told you not to eat before coming to work today,” said Lotte, waving her hand in front of her nose teasingly. Holding Victor out in front of her so the two of them could look at each other eye to eye, she smiled brightly before planting a kiss on his forehead, “Don’t worry, Auntie Lotte will change your diaper as many times as you need from now on.”
THE END.
Comments
John Riendeau
Science makes the future better
Perhaps he'll get to let out his inner girl next time we see these two! :p
samantha rebecca clarkson
Cute little story. I like it. I wonder if she would change his gender at some point
