Between an assortment of stuffed toys and white lacquered bars she could see the pastel pink walls with posters of cute animals and a pink dress hanging from an oak door. Smells of sweet perfume drifted with the more powerful smell of talcum powder, and her newly acquired voice told her that her family was prepared for her nasty little habit, and that she should accept being changed out of her heavily soiled diaper when her baby sitter came in. Jessie¢‚¬„¢s conscious however was calmly assessing the situation as her training had predicted her focus on the mirror which probably let some research team mark her progress with the drugs that had been injected into her body. In the midst of the battle of the two voices she noticed the oak door swing open silently and a man in a lab coat come in with two guards from the JCG.
She knew that she was in no way restrained to make an escape, having only been placed in a crib with a fleece sleeper and a wet and messy diaper, however Jessie was following her subconscious despite the forethought of escaping such demeaning captivity. Worse, she even held her arms out expectantly for the brown haired scientist, wanting desperately to be held in his arms. As she did so, he let down the bars and helped her out of her pink footed sleeper and too the large changing table that had been out of her view. While she lay down on the map her mind forced her to cutely suck her thumb watching the man go to work with her previously sanctified area of operations. Usually she would have made a snide comment but she was content physically and full of inner turmoil as she screamed within her prison.
Through the mirror watched the other scientist led by Richard Draven, a master of nano-technology who had hired the ex-assassin from the custody of the JCG to test his latest endeavor. It was a simple proclamation really; controlling the human psyche with collective shocks to certain areas of the brain stems would give the same affects as hypnotic suggestions. To keep the prisoner tame from her usual brutish roots, Draven would manipulate her subconscious to make emulate an infant, though retain her mind. Of course this would be considered psychological and unethical torture of the patient, but Draven was also a sadist by hobby, and enjoyed seeing a person¢‚¬„¢s eyes flicker with pain while his body was unable to react.
¢‚¬“Jessica Tell¢‚¬¦ You¢‚¬„¢ll really be quite the sniveling baby when this is all over.¢‚¬ Draven stroked his goatee watching the diaper being changed, enjoying the other man spread Vaseline against her crotch while she was helpless to stop him.
2. Chapter 2 by Midori (R) [Reviews – 0]
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Genres: (Babification), (Wearing Diapers), (Hypnosis or Mind Altering), (Crying Like A Baby), (SciFi), (Age Regression)
Warnings: Considerable Violence
Summary: Jessie Tell, an accomplished secret agent for the American goverment is charged with being a traitor. (2519 words)
It had never been the same since Jessica had left with his mother; he suspected that it never would be until he was legally able to leave the house. Almost immediately after the hasty divorce his father had sunk into lecherous acts, degrading himself to the point of having James go out and get his evening entertainment and sometimes even going so far as to have him tape their bedroom escapades. So to him escaping from his father was not only a safe practice, but also a time to reflect and think upon his own changes. In these times he would escape into the room that had once belonged to his sister, where he had spent the night entwined with her when their parents were fighting loudly.
Jessica had gone with his mother however, and all that was left of her in this house was an old slip that she would wear under her Sunday dress when his parents had the decency to attend the local church. He would sit on carpet and just look at it blankly, his memories and thoughts on where his beautiful sister was. It really wasn¢‚¬„¢t surprising that he willingly took the next step; his fingers caressed the fabric gently as he lifted it out of the closet. In the magical moment that he slipped it over his head he was transported to a time of joy.
She couldn¢‚¬„¢t stop crying, her back raw with the whippings she had received, unable to retaliate to the undeserved punishment. Her wails were muffled however by the pacifier that seemed to stay in her mouth despite her udder disdain for the object. Even her tears were not her own, she had been trained to endure many forms of torture. And yet at every crack of the whip against her tender back she shed more tears, her bodily functions out of control in the chaotic grip of fear. When the pain finally stopped she sank to her knees moaning behind her pacifier and heaving up tears, the punisher leaving her to her own pity and bloodied back.
Jessie had come to know Draven well in their short time together, her utter despise for him matching that of the sodden diapers around her waist and the pacifier that her subconscious seemed to cling too. She was too absorbed in crying to react to him grabbing her under the arms and helping her to her feet. He was smiling condescendingly, taking the pacifier from her mouth and stuffing it into his lab coat pocket. Somehow Jessie was slightly disappointed to see the pacifier go, though she supposed it was Dravens doing. She had learned that he was the lead of the experiment she had been volunteered to do by her superiors, and from that knowledge it was easy to assume that Draven was behind all her infantile thoughts as well as every action she was unable to complete despite her will.
¢‚¬“Oh little Jessie, it seems you like being my baby so much that you won¢‚¬„¢t even retaliate when I do terrible things to you.¢‚¬ His voice slid off his tongue much like a snakes. ¢‚¬“Do you love your daddy so much that you are willing to endure punishment and torture daily?¢‚¬
She wanted to answer, her mind was screaming with insults, puns and even the tiniest bit of sexual sarcasm that she had been known for as an agent of the JCG. However though her conscious was retaliating savagely to his allegations, her subconscious would not budge as she was led to the changing table. There was one thing she was happy about, she was about to be rid of the day old diaper that Draven had refused to change. It had become a daily thing for her to sit in her own waste for a whole day while the scientists along with Draven, poked, prodded and thoroughly punished her for their petty headway into the world of science. Somehow they were making Jessie Tell, once a renowned assassin, defecate and urinate all over herself helplessly. Needless to say Jessie intended to find out what exactly was going on, and how she could neutralize the problem.
After being helped up onto the table by Draven, Jessie was handed a stuffed fox toy which she was expected to play with. Under normal circumstances the fox would have had its stuffing ripped out or fur burned, but she was coaxed by her own subconscious to play with it. Almost immediately she began hugging and babbling babyishly to the toy, telling of how much she loved her diapers and other assorted baby toys. As this happened she watched Draven change her out of the corner of her eye, the black hair scientist grabbing the baby blue plastic box of wipes from a drawer in the table. With a steady hand that could only come from years of doing surgery, the man opened up the diaper letting forth a torrent of bitter smelling waste.
¢‚¬“Little Jessie is very stinky today.¢‚¬ Draven held his nose, but maintained a voice that was a mix between condescension and playfulness.
She could puke at the way he treated her, and she vowed to kill him first once her problem was absolved. However for the time, she was coaxed into giddy giggling caused by what the mind marked as the father figures attitude toward her mess. The gleeful squeal of her laughter did not last long before she sunk back into the charm of the stuffed fox, which to her own amazement she had decided to name ¢‚¬ËMutt.¢‚¬„¢
The dog at the orphanage had no name according to the staff, but James soon learned from his peers that they had all named it Mutt. As orphanage legend told, Mutt was a savior of a little girl that had been adopted some years earlier, his act of heroism was saving her from a truck, thus his missing limb. As the tale continued, they said that Mutt had decided to stay at the orphanage to keep the other children safe. Many of the boys were mean to the dog at first, which is why Mutt preferred to laze around the girls hall on a couple of ratty blankets supplied by the Orphanage staff. However when James got settled into the environment of his temporary home, he and Mutt quickly grew toward each other, perhaps only due to their similar character flaws.
In essence both James Tell and Mutt were broken spirits; ridiculed by their own, they sought the guidance in a silent life out of everyone¢‚¬„¢s way. Though this was contradictory to their base nature, they were protectors of the weak, and at the right time would get over their cowardice to rise above their potential at any cost. As it were they had both lost something when protecting what they loved, Mutt his leg, and James his purity. There were differences though; Mutt was willing to move on, his intelligence and experience pulling him through the darkness forward into a new life. James however was caught stupidly in his own grief, and sought desperately to push the reset button on his life. Though Mutt disagreed he allowed James the key to his new life, the door to the reset button was just down the hall of those ratty blankets, through the door and in the various closets.
Draven watched through the one way mirror as Jessica Tell slept in the crib hugging the bear tightly. He had lost his own humanity in his tireless studies of the human mind, and was merely in this for the lucrative sadism that he could employ on Jessica. It was nothing personal against her; he just wanted to feel that sexual rush that came with inflicting psychological torture upon others. His colleagues and underlings had made comments to how cute the girl looked in diapers, as well dressed in articles of baby clothing. Their whispers behind his back were questions of his sanity, of his treatment to the poor girl. Not like he cared, he had faced many queries in this quest for science, and he expected to face many more before it was over. For the time however he was caught up in his voice journal, recording his own editorial on the subject Jessica tell.
¢‚¬“Day six, August seventh two thousand five. Subject Jessica Tell is responding better to the nanoshock technology than expected. Her brainwave activity is still recorded at optimal status, and the saliva check shows little escaped nanobots. It is my theory that I could sustain her psychosis for another six months easily, though the subject will most likely be terminated by the Jewel Cutters Guild before then. As well I am making new ground on the sudden incontinence of the subject, seemingly the nanobots are causing no damage to her functions, it is even concluded by Dr. Edwards that her muscles are as strong as ever, omitting the brain of course.¢‚¬ Draven paused for a moment, running his fingers through his black hair and glancing at the sleeping Jessica again. ¢‚¬“It could be that she is unconsciously associating her status with incontinence, though it could also be a hidden part of the program on the nanobots. Needless to say this will be studied further, in hopes to solve the anomaly.¢‚¬
In the crib Jessie was supposed to be sleeping for the night, but by some twist of infantile fate, her subconscious decided to be bad and only pretend to be asleep so the men in white coats wouldn¢‚¬„¢t know. She was inherently glad that even as a baby girl she turned out to be just as much of a bad influence as when she was a assassin. Her thoughts however were not focused on her attitude, rather listening through the oak door of the room for the last swish of the security door. While being changed one day she had remembered seeing a security door behind the oak door that presumably led deeper into the underground facility, possibly to the civilian area of the JCG where the staff slept and spent most their life. Jessie was also careful to count the names on one of the scientist¢‚¬„¢s clipboard of all the authorized names in the project. While she faked sleeping she had listened to the door open and close, with a hiss of hydraulics, currently only one more needed to leave before she attempted anything.
It finally did so and Jessie¢‚¬„¢s mind began to race as she tested her mobility, sitting slowly up in the crib she frowned as she realized she had already wet herself, but did nothing to the effect of calling attention to it. Instead she grasped at the sides of the cribs, pulling the clasps and letting down the side which she climbed out of, fully standing up for once in six whole days. Rather than celebrate though, the red haired vixen walked around the room, narrowly avoiding all the toys and studying her confines. Her process was careful and accurate and within an hour she had made a mental map of her surroundings, noting a network jack in the midst of a mountain of stuffed toys.
¢‚¬ËIf I can get a laptop, I can contact someone on the outside¢‚¬¦¢‚¬„¢ Jessie thought. ¢‚¬ËI¢‚¬„¢m also reasonably certain now that this condition I¢‚¬„¢m currently in is somewhat reactionary. Well, if that¢‚¬„¢s so, Operation Potty Training begins tomorrow night.¢‚¬„¢
She smiled and looked over to the glowing clock with the face of a pink kitten, designed to teach little children time Jessica used it as a marker for the times she could operate. As she climbed back into the crib she made another mental note to watch the Oak door for any signs of sensors or locks during her tests tomorrow. Finally everything was coming together, her traumatic six days ending on the seventh much like God creating the earth. Also much like God, her work was not yet done, but at least her mind was able to rest knowing that she had a chance out of the situation.
It was in high school that James had been called into the councilor¢‚¬„¢s office for his recent habits becoming a little more public. The Irish boy had implored the Orphanage he was living in to take him out of Physical Education due to him not wanting to suffer the embarrassment of having to change in the boy¢‚¬„¢s locker room. As well, bottles of estrogen supplements had been found in his bag, and were confirmed to be prescribed by a doctor. Needless to say, the faculty had become a little concerned with the boy¢‚¬„¢s habits. James didn¢‚¬„¢t like the faculty however, they were nosy and overbearing conformists that intended him to go on one path.
Many children of the time had become despondent, often committing suicide or becoming parts of certain rebellious cliques. Independence scared the elders of the society, and they responded by watching over their shoulders like, while the actual parents were left to guess why their child was waning into obscurity. James had seen this flaw and therefore needed to be conditioned by the school psychiatrist into their way of thinking, so he didn¢‚¬„¢t bloom into something that everybody else could not bloom into.
The monster wore high heels and smelled heavily of lilac and grapes, she wore a navy blue business suit that called attention to her curves but kept her covered, as well as tan hose that made her look like only her bottom half had touched a tanning booth. Her black hair was pulled back into a tight bun and she wore black framed glasses that went rather nicely with her full dark lips. She sat behind the desk in such a way that many boys would pay attention to her body more than her face, and she was most likely trained to embrace and take advantage of this. James Tell however had no care for females, his father had been that kind of person, always dabbling in the perverseness of heterosexual sex. He however liked girls, but more preferred boys as he never wanted to hurt a girl like his father did.
In the still of the night his eyes were glued to the glowing screen in the darkness, his fingers typing furiously with only the faint glow of the computer to guide them. They had been through to much in their past for him to lose her now, and thus he searched for any leads into the Jewel Cutters Guild network. It was useless however; he was a fair hacker, but nowhere near the level of the worlds top computer engineers. James sighed and considered for a moment giving up, rubbing his nose tiredly and taking a large gulp of the lukewarm beer. In the warmest corner of the apartment Mutt lifted his head to look at James inquiringly.
James returned the glance with an overly worried expression. ¢‚¬“Don¢‚¬„¢t worry boy, you¢‚¬„¢ll get your mother back.¢‚¬
