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The Room of Regression, Pt. 1
🕑 Added 2023-03-05 17:00:04 +0000 UTCDISCLAIMER: This story contains age regression, mental regression, diaper usage, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!
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“There! That should do it,” said Lotte, wiping the sweat off of her forehead with the back of her hand as she finished screwing in the last bolt. At last, the room of her dreams was complete. Hopping to her feet, she looked around her well-constructed room with a smile of contentment. It had taken years to invent and even more than that to perfect the technology but the fruits of her labor had finally paid off.
The room itself looked innocuous enough. To an outside onlooker, they’d see this room as nothing more than a standard baby nursery. It had all the usual mainstays, such as a crib, a changing table, and enough toys to keep any baby occupied. However, if someone were to take a closer look, they’d start to notice several oddities, such as a massive oscillating fan overhead and a single metal door as its entrance that looked like it would be more at home in a nuclear testing site than a nursery.
While most would scratch their heads at what purpose making a room like this would serve, Lotte was not most people. A genius in the field of genetics, her name was fairly well-known within the scientific community as a trailblazer. Though, while her intellect was undeniable, that wasn’t her only reputation. “Loopy Lotte” was a nickname that was coined during her years in college and had followed her ever since and if you spend longer than five minutes with her, it was easy to see why.
Fast forward to the present and Lotte had fully leaned into her nickname. From discovering the secrets of changing one’s sex to unlocking the potential for re-establishing a human tail, her methods were as unorthodox as they were effective, at least if her three Nobel Prizes had anything to say about it.
However, while Lotte was certainly proud of her work, there was one scientific breakthrough she had been chasing since she’d first found an interest in the field of genetics; that being the concept of de-aging and immorality. Her work on the iCloset 6 had been groundbreaking, sure, but all she was able to do was figure out how to reconfigure the size of someone’s body without actually extending someone’s lifespan. If she could crack that code, then nothing would be able to stop her from unraveling the mysteries of the universe. She’d have all the time in the world! And now, after years of trial, error, and breaking more than a few ethical codes, she’d finally arrived at the precipice of the answers she’d been looking for. All that was left to do was find a… ”willing” participant to test everything for her, and she knew just the putz to ask.
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*DING DONG!*
Standing on the porch of Lotte’s manor always gave Victor the heebie-jeebies. How else was he expected to respond? Her place looked like it was ripped straight out of a Scooby Doo cartoon. Sadly, as much as he despised having to go to his mentor’s house, especially on one of his seldom few weekends off, he had very little choice.
It almost felt like another lifetime ago but there was a time when Lotte was a mere professor working to earn her tenure as she struggled to self-fund her own science projects. At this time, Victor was a budding, young college student hoping to leave his own mark on the field of genetics. Unfortunately, while his intelligence was high, his wisdom was less than desirable, leading to several missed classes and assignments. In an attempt to make up for his shortcomings before the semester ended, he engaged in some less-than-academically honest practices.
Needless to say, when Lotte discovered Victor was attempting to cheat his way through her class, she was far from pleased. However, while she had half a mind to see him expelled for his reckless behavior, she also saw a wealth of potential in him. Moreover, she saw someone she could use. “Tell you what I’m gonna do,” she said to Victor in a cruel, manipulative tone, “I’ll keep this little incident between the two of us, and even see to it that you pass my class with fly colors IF you agree to become my apprentice from this day forward.”
Between having his dream career end before it ever left the ground and receiving hands-on tutelage from Loopy Lotte, it wasn’t a difficult decision in the slightest. From that day on, Victor was Lotte’s assistant, confidant, and, begrudgingly, her human lab rat. While he’d certainly gone far standing by her side, she simultaneously held him back, refusing to let him free from her claws under the threat of his academic dishonesty becoming public knowledge.
*DING DONG!*
Ringing the doorbell again, Victor began to tap his foot impatiently. “I swear, if she made me come all the way out here just to not answer the door, I’m gonna lose it,” he muttered to himself. Mercifully, it was only seconds after his second ring that he could hear the locks on the other side of the door unlatching.
“Victor! Right on time! We’ve got a lot to do today so let’s get moving,” said Lotte, barely standing still long enough to wave Victor in before rushing back to her lab. Jogging down her basement stairs, she stopped as she reached the base of the steps. She then proceeded to bounce in place impatiently as Victor descended the stairs at a normal pace. Once both of them were at the bottom of the staircase, Lotte lifted the painting on the adjacent wall, revealing a large, red button. As she eagerly pressed it, the staircase began to shift, lowering itself until its steps were inverted.
Rolling his eyes, Victor couldn’t fathom wasting money on something as stupid as a moving staircase but when it came to Lotte, eccentricity was her middle name. He sighed and slumped down the stairs for the second time, arriving in Lotte’s secret laboratory. “Alright, so what’s on the docket today? More lab reports to file?” he said viciously. It was an unfortunate truth that despite being Loopy Lotte’s lab assistant, most of his time was spent doing the busy work that Lotte had zero interest in doing herself.
*BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!*
In the blink of an eye, Victor’s entire demeanor shifted; his ears perking up as the sound of a keypad filled his ears with curiosity. For as long as he could remember, Lotte’s lab had been separated into two sections. There was the main workspace where he performed his duties as Lotte’s loyal apprentice, and there was whatever was on the other side of the black metal door that Lotte kept locked with a passcode and refused to show him. She wouldn’t even so much as open the door to her secret-secret lab if he was there, lest he caught a glimpse of what was hidden on the other side. So as he heard the gears of the door shifting as it opened, his interest in today’s lab work increased exponentially.
“Come, come! We are long past dilly dally o’clock!” said Lotte, ushering Victor down a long hallway and toward the heart of her operation, “They called me crazy. They called me a loon! Can you believe that Victor? Me! Well, we’ll see who gets the last laugh after they get a load of what I’ve done.”
Biting his tongue, Victor passively nodded along with Lotte’s ravings. It wasn’t the first time she’d gone off like this and odds were likely it wouldn’t be the last. Instead, he waited patiently for a pause in her ramblings to interject, “Mind if I ask, what have you been working on in here?”
“I’m glad you asked!” said Lotte, giving Victor an approving, yet forceful thump on the back, “However, before I answer you, tell me, what would you do if you could live forever?”
Shrugging his shoulders, Victor wasn’t certain how to answer such a broad question. “Hmmm…I suppose I’d travel a lot. See anything and everything I could befo-” he said, halting his own words as he stopped dead in his tracks, realizing there was only one reason for Lotte to ask such a question right here, right now, “No…there’s no way you could have…” His words once again trailed off, this time due to the ear-to-ear grin that Lotte was sporting.
“Oh, you bet your ass I did,” said Lotte, grabbing Victor by the arm and pulling in toward the end of the hallway, where a second, identical metal door was stationed. Only this time, the keypad was replaced with a retina scanner. A red light hovered across her eyeballs as she unlocked the final safeguard of her most valuable research.
If you’d asked Victor only moments prior, he would’ve scoffed at the idea of Lotte needing a retina scanner to lock down her ultra-secret villain lab. However, now that he knew precisely what she had been hiding all this time, he pondered if she had enough security measures in place.
Entering the lab, Victor was in awe at how much more advanced it was than the workspace he’d been allowed to access all this time. His eyes practically fell out of his skull as ogled the various touch screens, centrifuges, and vortex mixers that were scattered about. “Who are you? Tony Stark?! I feel like I just walked into a sci-fi movie,” he joked, uncertain if ‘fish out of water’ or ‘kid in a candy shop’ was the more appropriate descriptor of his mental state.
“Victor, over here,” said Lotte, snapping Victor out of his visual stupor as she turned his attention to the small room off to the side of the lab, separated by a sheet of glass, “This is where the magic happens.”
Joining Lotte by the glass partition, Victor cocked his head to the side, a puzzled expression crossing his face. “A…nursery?” he said, placing his right thumb on his chin as he often did when he was thinking.
“Psssh! A nursery?! Come with me!” said Lotte, taking Victor by the arm again as she dragged him over to yet another metal door. Unlike the others, though, this one was manually sealed by a locking wheel from the outside. She pointed to the metal wheel and backed away, “Open it.”
Even during something cool, Victor was forced to do the grunt work. He exhaled sharply through his nose as he placed his arms on the wheel and twisted it one crank at a time until he felt the door shift open. “There…happy?” he said, resting his hands on his knees as he caught his breath.
Tragically, Victor’s decision to rest directly in front of the slightly ajar metal door proved to be to his detriment as, without warning, a pair of hands planted themselves on his back and shoved him forward, sending him tumbling inside the nursery. “AGH! WHAT THE HELL?!” he shouted, groaning in pain as he pulled his leg up to his chest to examine the carpet burn on his knee.
*CLANK!*
Suddenly, the door that Victor was pushed through slammed shut behind him, followed immediately by the squeaking sound of metal gears grinding as the locking wheel twisted shut. “Lotte?! What are you…h-hey! Let me out of here!” he yelled, hopping to his feet and banging his fists on the door as he demanded to be released.
“Sorry, Victor, no can do,” said Lotte, waving to Victor from behind the glass as she began pressing buttons on the room’s control panel, “Look at it this way, if everything works out, I’ll be adding dozens of years to your life. Honestly, you should be thanking me.”
Sadly, Lotte’s words did little to comfort Victor. “Thank you?! How about fuck you?!” he screamed, continuing to bang at the door as if he’d magically gain the strength to punch through several inches of steel. However, his pounding fists slowed to a stop as he heard the shifting gears in the walls echoing all around him, an eerie feeling of helplessness kicking in.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Comments
John Riendeau
Oh my, Victor has a lot to happen sooner or later
Thank
samantha rebecca clarkson
Cute
