Nic was feeling a bit nervous. He was a twenty-year-old lion with brown eyes and brown fur with a full mane, light brown patches on his stomach, fingers, toes, and the tip of his tail. He was about to turn twenty-one, something many people can't wait for, but secretly Nic desired to regress back to infancy. Adult life had been difficult and depressing for him and he would much rather just go back to being a cute little baby being loved and taken care of by someone. He would sometimes hang out with his friends and get to wear diapers sometimes, but it wasn't enough to just pretend. He wanted it to be real.
One day, Nic was invited, by his friend Ozzie, to see a mysterious device that claimed to let you choose your own age both mentally and also let you pick your own outfits and other things. The effects only lasted for a week or so, and there was even a daycare where you could spend time as whatever age you wanted with staff to take care of you.
“Are you sure this thing really works?” asked Nic. He was skeptical that this device worked as stated. He wore blue tennis shoes with jeans, a brown belt, and blue shirt.
“I've seen it work.” said Ozzie. “Trust me, you'll love it!” Ozzie was a skunk in his thirties with blue eyes and medium-length white hair that faded to blue tips. He had the usual black fur with white strips down his back and tail, but the edges of the white looked like a light blue, and he had a white patch of fur on his chest in the shape of a crescent moon. He wore a pair of overalls and a brown shirt with an obvious diaper underneath.
“I sure hope it does.” said Nic. “I't would be my dream come true.”
“For me too!” said Ozzie. “I imagine a lot of us want this to be real. We'll need a caretaker though.”
“I'll be there to help take care of you both.” said Luna, Ozzie's friend and caregiver. She was a tall female raccoon anthro with pink and purple fur, and pink hair. She wore jeans and a shirt that said “#1 Mom” on it.
“Its going to be a ton of fun!” said Ozzie. “Its cool! You get to pic all of the specifics of your regression.”
Luna smiled and chuckled as they pulled up to the place. It was a big building with lots of windows, and looked like a hotel. Inside was a large open registry area with a desk and places to sit. The lines were a bit long, but after a while they finally got up to the front.
“Hi! I'm Ozzie.” said Ozzie. “I reserved spots for two regressions.”
“Ah yes, here you are.” said the clerk typing behind a computer. “And who will be the caretaker?”
“That would be me.” said Luna, raising her hand.
“Everyone sign here and we'll call you when its your turn.” said the clerk, giving them each a paper to sign.
After signing and showing their ID's, they had a seat on the couch. Nic looked around at the place and saw a lot of AB/DLs in adult baby gear. He also smiled when he saw a caregiver carrying out a baby along with a sack of their former adult attire. He watched as people were called back and sometimes they would be seen walking back through the lounge being held by their caretaker.
“It really does work!” said Nic. “Oh man, I can't wait!”
“Hehe, I told you!” said Ozzie. He was so excited he had a wet diaper, but that would soon get changed.
Soon enough, it was their group's turn and they got up and went into the next room. Inside was a door with a panel beside it.
“Ozzie, you first.” said Luna.
Ozzie went up to the panel and began entering his info. Nic tried to peek and see what he was entering, but could only see that he picked to be just under two-years-old. Ozzie giggled and went through the door.
“I'll go wait on the other side for you both.” said Luna with a smile. She went into a different door where she could see the whole process.
Nic walked up to the panel and looked at all the choices. There were options for age, and it went all the way down to newborn. There were also options for mental age and clothing. Eagerly, Nic scrolled the age all the way down to a year old, then kept going. The years changed to months as he scrolled down and stopped at nine-months-old. He thought about if he wanted to be mentally regressed or not. As he scrolled through the options, he picked to remember being an adult, but acting and thinking like a baby. For clothes he picked a cute little blue shirt and a blue diaper with prints of planets, moons, stars, aliens, and space ships. Once he was done, he pressed the OK button and the word WAIT appeared on screen.
After Ozzie's regression had finished, the door opened for Nic and he walked through. Inside was a strange conveyor belt.
“Please step onto the conveyor belt.” said an electronic voice. “Remain still until the process is done.”
Nic smiled and stepped onto the conveyor belt. It suddenly started to move and it brought him into an area with reflective windows on the sides and strange orbs on the sides. Little did he know that on the other side of the reflective windows, Luna and Ozzie were watching.
The belt stopped and suddenly a red beam of light shined down on Nic. He felt a bit warm and funny as his years were being drained away. He began to get shorter and smaller as he re-entered his teenage years, which he had only just recently left behind. His shoes felt roomier and his clothing became looser and looser as he lost height. The full curly mane around his head began to disappear, and his snout shortened. His ears shrank and softened, and even his tail was shrinking, drawing up into the back of his jeans.
Nic looked at himself in the reflection and saw himself as a little ten-year-old lion cub shrinking into his clothing. He watched as he entered single digits and his face took on more of a childish look. His features rounded, his fur softened and fluffed, and his cheeks blushed. Nic looked down at himself and saw his clothing bunching up around him. His jeans fell down around his ankles, settling atop his blue tennis shoes. They were still fastened with a belt around them, now much too big for the little lion boy he had become. He felt his underwear slip down as well, but now his shirt covered him like a gown. He continued to shrink and regress, now looking to be around five-years-old. Looking at his hands and saw them shrinking, looking more and more like baby paws. His paw pads were soft and pink and that his fingers were stunted and chubby. Once he had entered toddler-hood, he felt his teeth tingling a bit. His adult teeth pulled back into his gums and were replaced by smaller baby teeth. Soon his legs began to weaken and he saw himself become a mere two-year-old cub. He wobbled a bit and fell onto his bottom in a sea of clothes. He popped his adorable little head out to see himself now a year old baby and still shrinking. His little teeth began to recede into his gums as his age was now measured in months, not years. By the time he was done regressing, he only had a few left in his mouth.
Nic wiggled in his over-sized clothes, now a mere nine-months-old baby lion cub. He felt a warmth around his groin and realized he had just wet himself. The beam had stopped and now a pair of mechanical hands reached down, plucking him from his wet clothes, and shoving them into a bin nearby to be cleaned and dried. He was laid down on the belt again and a small screen came down to his face. It began to show colorful swirly images and a soothing voice that echoed in his little head.
“You are a baby.” said the voice. “You used to be adult, a big boy, but now you are a tiny little baby. You will feel, act, and play like a baby would. You will happily suckle from your baby bottle and take naps in your big soft crib. You will love to suck your thumb when a pacifier is unavailable, and you will want to wear and use your diapers as you play all day long. Nothing beyond your field of view is important and your world is now much smaller and more fascinating.”
Nic sucked on his furry thumb as he stared into the screen. He didn't even realize that the machine arms were cleaning his fur from his previous wetting, and diapering him in his space diaper. He kept his eyes on the screen even when a little blue shirt was slipped onto him. The voice repeated these things over and over and soon Nic was cooing and making cute baby sounds and kicking his little feet paws.
Luna and Ozzie looked on as the conveyor belt began moving again and rolled little Nic out to them.
“Awww, he got really little!” said Luna. “He isn't even a year old.”
Nic looked up at Luna and smiled. He knew her and the baby boy in her arms. Reaching up with his chubby little baby arms, he gurgled and cooed, drooling a bit.
“Nic a babee!” said little Ozzie, now regressed to an eighteen-month-old and wearing just a thick white diaper with moons, stars, and clouds on it. His tail was all poofy and soft with downy baby fur.
“He sure is!” said Luna, picking him up and holding him along with Ozzie. She cuddled them both like plushies, hearing their little diapers crinkle as they moved.
Nic giggled and looked at Ozzie. “Babagoo!” he babbled.
Ozzie giggled and tickled little Nic, making him giggle babyishly.
Luna smiled and carried the two babies into the daycare area. It was essentially a waiting area for people who needed their adult clothes cleaned and dried, as well as a training area for caregivers. Both Ozzie and Nic had soiled their clothes during their regression, so they got to sit and play with a few other regressed people in a playpen while Luna watched over them. Once it was time for them to go, Luna picked them up and carried them out to the car along with their things, and put them into car seats, then drove them home.
Nic and Ozzie would have a very fun week being babies and playing together. They had many diaper changes, bottles, feedings, and naps together. They got to play all day and would get lots of love and attention from Luna. It was an experience they would want to repeat every chance they got. Nic finally got to live his dream, being a baby for real, at least for a little while.
