The Feline Lab Rat 002
"So that's what happened?" William asked.I nodded. "I'm actually scared. It was a bit fuzzy when I first woke up, but I remember what happened before I got knocked unconscious." I explained, "Me and my younger brother, Robert were having a siblings' night out. We're the type of siblings that get along. Also, I was babysitting him, so I wanted him to have fun. Anyway, I took him to the carnival. Ferris wheels, carnival games, a rollercoaster, the whole nine yards." I took a deep breath, realizing that I had started tearing up, remembering the events that followed the fun I had with Robert, my only sibling. "We were getting ready to go home, but some weirdo bear was getting in our way. He insisted that we try his 'game.' I didn't wanna know what game this was. Anyone this insistent is obviously looking for trouble. I was rushing Robert away when I heard him yell at me, 'I said try my game!' Then pain, then blackness."I had a dream, a real one, not what I had just described, that Robert and I were being tortured for information that we didn't have. After that, I woke up to that horror room." I was starting to sniffle. I didn't want to cry in front of William because I was older. I'm supposed to be tough. "I'm not gonna lie, you're his age which doesn't help."William looked confused. He tilted his head. "How old is Robert?" He asked."Like I said, he's your age. Thirteen." I answered."I'm not thirteen, I'm twenty one." Said William. I found that kind of cute. He claims to be my age, probably because he wants to look tough in my eyes."That's cute, but you're not." I calmly countered.William growled. "Yes. I am. You think I'm kidding? Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you."I grew curious. "You seem so serious.""Of course I'm serious! Would you joke around if someone took your age and physical body structure and toyed with it like Play-Doh?" The wolf asked.I sat up against the wall. "Good heavens you're serious." I said with disbelief."I think we've established that." At this time, a moan is heard behind William. He turns to face he who uttered the moan. "Hey, this guy's been regressed as well." I didn't want to get up, so I asked what he looked like."He's a raccoon. Or at least I think he is. His fur is red with a white mask." William described. I knew that fur."That's not a raccoon, imbecile! It's a red panda, and it's Robert!" I leapt from my bed, plowing over William to confirm his description. It was Robert. I recognized the pure white left paw. I nudged him with my paw. "Robert." I said in a singsong voice. "Wakey wakey.""Your brother is a red panda?" William asked."He got our mom's species and I got our dad's." I dismissed without turning around.The red panda just rolled over. "No, I don't wanna go to school. Can I just call in sick?" He complained."There are so many
flaws in your logic, Robert." I teased. "First, it's summer, you don't have school. Second, Do you not remember last night? Even if we wanted to go to school, we couldn't."The panda sat up and looked at me. "What do you mean, Emma?""Well look around. Does it look like we can go anywhere?" I suggested."No, I guess it doesn't." Robert answered calmly.William decided to take this time to exercise his excuse for being a sarcastic asshole. "Well you seem to be taking this well. Lucky you."Robert leaned to get a look at the wolf. "And who asked you? There's no need to be that negative." His eyes then widened, suddenly realizing something. "You two are both wearing diapers.""So are you." William snapped. He was sitting, hugging his knees to his chest, and his tail was wrapped around his ankles. He looked like he was about to cry. "It's not fair. What could I possibly have done to deserve a fate such as this?"Robert seemed to be ticked off at William for this. "So what? We're all wearing diapers. Are you just gonna sit there, wallowing in self pity?""You weren't forced to regress eight years of age!" William practically screamed. Tears were pouring down his face, and he was rocking back and forth.I rushed to his side, placing an arm around him. He obviously needed comforting. "Hey, it's okay. It could've been worse.""Oh, it's much worse than it appears. They didn't just take my age, they took my potty training." He complained."I'm sorry, but did you just refer to your continence as 'potty training?' Aren't you a little old for that?" Robert asked."Robert, shut up. He's traumatized. How would you feel if you went through what he did?" I countered.Robert put his hands up defensively. "I don't even know what he went through.""What have you been through?" I asked William. He explained."Oh." Was all Robert said after William finished explaining. The wall between mine and William's beds opened up then. A plate of macaroni and cheese appeared with a note that said, "For F-000621, eat up.""That's what they used to regress me." William warned. I looked between him and the plate. Voice? I thought.Yes, Emma? Came my response.Any advise? I asked.None. I cannot help anymore than I can reveal that which you do not know. The voice answered.Well, if I don't eat it, I won't regress. I don't know whether that'll benefit me. On top of that, William might sulk even more, knowing that I wasn't going to regress this way. However, if I eat it. I might be able to get on William's good side. And I must admit, if we were the same age, I would consider going out with him. Screw it, the pros outweigh the cons. After this mental debate, I concluded to eat the macaroni. Both of the boys looked at me like I had lost it. "What? I'm
hungry." Was my excuse.After I had finished, both my brother and William looked at me like I had gone mad."Why did you just do that?" William asked, shocked.I said simply, "Because I figured it would cheer you up to not be the only one going through this.""Emma that's...that's...no one has ever done anything like that for me." William said, suddenly flattered. "I mean, of course it's because no one has ever had the ability to regress, but you know what I mean."I then noticed the room getting bigger. Or rather, I was shrinking. It kept up until I was the same height as William. William smiled. But this only lasted for a moment.William's eyes became the size of hubcaps, and he fell on the bed scratching madly at his chest. "Get this shirt off me! Get it off! Get it off!" He was screaming.I took the shirt off him and saw the source of the pain. A white curve was etching itself through the black of his fur, changing the fur's color as it went. It went slowly, grabbing every hair it needed to. This went on for a few minutes, and when it was done, a white crescent took up all of William's chest. He was breathing heavily. "I think I've wet myself." Was all he said. He was still whimpering and he was beginning to shiver."Well how are we supposed to change you? There's almost nothing in here." Robert complained. The timing couldn't have been better. The door opened and a human walked in. It was female with a scientist's outfit, complete with lab coat. I immediately tensed up. Was this the person responsible for all of this? My instincts told me to growl."Calm down, Emma. I'm not here to hurt you." The woman calmly reassured me. She walked over to William."If...I...wasn't...so...outta breath...I would rip...your throat out." William gasped.The woman looked taken aback. "Well I don't see why, since I'm not Dr. Luckif. I'm here to bring you three supplies. And information.""Won't you get it in trouble for that?" Robert asked."The doctor is allowing this, so no. As for the information: the first thing you should know is that this room isn't monitored. It's a safe haven for you and anyone else that moves in here. Also, if you need to change, there's a button on the wall between each bed that brings out a table with everything you need. The supplies I brought are more or less for entertainment for when you're lounging about. The last bit of information: you can expect at least two more arrivals today.""What...are...the arrivals...human?" William was trying his best to downgrade the scientist as he asked for information."I can't tell you that, sweetie. And I understand why you're so angry towards humans. I wouldn't forgive my own kind for doing that." The scientist replied.So William has a story behind his attitude. I really must ask him about that later. "In fact, would you give me a chance to gain your
trust?""And how...do you expect to...do that? Huh?" William's breath was slowly returning.The scientist appeared to ponder the thought before snapping her fingers and saying, "I got it! I'll change you!""Wh-what? No! No no no no no!" William exclaimed, suddenly sitting up and beginning to scoot back. The scientist caught him and pulled him back to where his knees were hanging over the bed. She pushed the button closest to her and a small table popped out with everything one would need to change a thirteen year old's diaper. There was talcum powder, baby lotion, diapers of course, and even a pile of replacement tee shirts for obvious reasons. I looked at the shirt in my hand. During William's episode, it had gotten shredded and was no longer wearable. Feeling as though this was mostly my fault, I put this shirt under my bed and grabbed a replacement."Please, Miss! Don't change me!" William pleaded.The scientist tapped William lightly on the nose. "First, it's Dianne. Second, would you rather get a rash? It's not like I've never changed a diaper before.""But there are furs!" The wolf persisted. Dianne sighed."Robert still wets the bed, and I've had to change him at times. Don't worry, you don't have to be ashamed." I cut in."Hey! That was a secret!" Robert protested."Yeah, well you're wearing one 24/7 now, so that doesn't really matter, now does it?" I snapped.Robert crossed his arms and pouted, "Fine. As for William's change, I'm a guy, I don't care."With that settled, the scientist grabbed a changing mat from a stack on the table and requested that William lift his rear. She put the changing pad under him and was under way, changing the diaper faster than I've ever seen. She declared she was finished, and helped William sit up."Why is this one so much thicker?" William complained.Dianne chuckled. "That's because it's a nighttime diaper, and even though it's 3:00 PM, the side effects of the macaroni are still in effect." She explained. "You're going to be grateful that this one doesn't leak while the food takes its full effect.""Which is?" William asked warily.Dianne sighed. "I thought it would be common sense, but if you must have me spell it out. You were both regressed and made incontinent. Even though every cell in your body agreed to this regression, the excess substances did not. Every bit of excess protein and liquid are rushing through your digestive system as we speak, which is also the source of your incontinence, more or less."William suddenly was shocked. "So I'm about to...you mean I'm gonna...mess myself?""Yes, I do. You may not like it, but thanks to Dr. Luckif, you'll have to get used to it." Dianne consoled William, "Well look on the bright side, Pullien designed these diapers to be odor proof and won't discolor when used.""As if that matters. I'll still be wetting and
messing myself." William said, flopping back on his back."How about you take a nap? You could just be tired. I mean, turning younger requires a lot of energy." Dianne suggested.William got onto his bed properly. "I don't really even care anymore. I'll take a nap if you think it'll help."Dianne tucked him in, and he didn't even care. "Well g'night, little guy." She said, rustling his headfur."Night." He responded. Dianne then turned our attention to us."You're not going to make us take a nap, are you?" Robert asked. Dianne giggled."No, honey. However, you two are probably going to be tired from the sedatives the doctor had used on you guys at first. Also, Emma has eaten the regression potion and you are a heavy bedwetter. It would be a good idea to put you guys into nighttime diapers as well." We both agreed, with good reason in mind. As she changed us, we both realized that we had wet without realizing. Robert was probably wet from when he was asleep, and I probably wet when I ate the macaroni. She went ahead and tucked us both in the same bed, since we were almost twins at this point, was her logic. She then left us, allowing us to talk privately. All she requested was that we don't wake William."I'm scared, Emma." Robert said. He was leaning against me, and I had an arm around his shoulders."Why is that?" I asked."If this place can make a person like William have a mental breakdown, then what do you think it's capable of?" He countered. Robert had a strange gift to read people's personality. He's able to figure out anything mentally or psychologically wrong with someone just by looking at them."What kind of person is William?" I asked."He's the kind that is very laidback. He doesn't try too hard, and stress doesn't usually bother him. He's lonely, and passively aggressive. He acts like a jerk, but he wants someone whom he can hold when life throws him a curveball. Mentally, he's rather unstable, but has learned to keep himself together. Easily traumatized, but keeps it hidden. If he's having a breakdown, something is seriously stressing him." Robert explained."Hmm...." Was all I responded with. I was staring at William's sleeping form, as if pondering if he would really be all these things. A panel then opened to Robert's right, and a tray with a kitten bottle slid out. It was labeled as his."How did they know?" Robert whispered. Robert tries his best to hide it, but he actually likes acting younger than he really is. In fact, at home we have his supply of "cub stuff.""I'm sure they're just trying to regress us mentally too." I said. "But since you like it, do you want me to bottle feed you?""Yes, please." Robert replied, blushing. Robert began having cubbish tendencies when our parents died. They died a while ago in a plane crash, and Robert regressed mentally to deal with it. He also has refused to get in
an airplane ever since. I've tried telling him that airplanes are safer than cars, but he won't listen.I picked up the bottle and Robert positioned himself. I brought the nipple to his mouth and he started sucking the substance. I brought it back out after a few seconds. He seemed disappointed. "What's in it?" I asked."Some kind of juice." He replied. I continued feeding him, satisfied that I wasn't poisoning my only sibling. He soon finished, and yawned as I took the bottle away, putting it back on the tray and pushing that away. We snuggled up closer and fell asleep in each other's arms...