Trial Run Rewritten from a story entitled "The Lab Rat" without permission from the unknown author Rewrite by Jennifer Lorraine ***** "Ouch! What the hell was that?" the handsome man demanded, twisting around and staring at the naked woman standing beside the bed. He rubbed his hip, it burned slightly where she had stuck the needle in. I just smiled and broke the needle of the syringe against the table top. I looked briefly at the bent needle and threw it and the syringe in the trash. I didn't ever want it to be used again, even accidentally.. "My, we are a cranky baby when we wake up, aren't we? Don't worry, Sheila just gave her little boy something that will make him feel ever so much better," I teased him with mock surprise, "little Johnnikins needed that little shot sooo bad." "And just what do you mean by that Sheila?" he protested, "what makes you think that I didn't feel alright before? What was that, some kind of mind altering drug? Are you trying to get me high?" I coolly surveyed the naked man laying on the rumpled motel bed in front of me. He was tall, a little over 6'3". He looked to be about 225 pounds of solid muscle. All in all, he appeared to be the perfect specimen of manhood, or least that's what he vainly believed. Until ten minutes ago I had been in the bed with him, enjoying the warmth of his body next to mine. I briefly wondered why? Despite his reputation as a `hot' lover, he hadn't been all that good; he lacked the empathy nessessary for a good lover. I would be doing my sex a favor, and his disappearance would go unnoticed. I had debated about injecting the vaccine in him, and almost hadn't, until I realized that it was the only way to protect women from this monster. I smiled. "Tell me honey. How did you feel about me before I gave you the shot?" John smiled back at me, forgetting for a second that I had just violated him with the injection. A feeling of confidence flowed over him, and he was not aware that it was a direct result of the amber colored liquid now flowing through his veins. My question was part of a game he understood well. He called it the `will you respect me in the morning?' syndrome. He started to say what he thought I wanted to hear. "Why I thought that you were the best lay I've had in months. And I." He blinked, as though a small gear slipped a cog in the back of his mind and started again with a sudden desire to tell me the truth. "No, that's not it... I thought that you're a dumb old bimbo. I've never met any girl that fell for that old line as fast as you did. You're only good for a quick roll in the hay. And even at that you were only fair. Why, what did you think I thought about you and those other stupid bitches in your lab?" I ignored his insult about being old. I was to his way of thinking. After all, forty years old made me old enough to be his mother. Although, if I had been, I would have drowned him long before he reached puberty, let alone 23. "It never crossed your mind that the `Doctor' in front of my name just might prove that I have some degree of intelligence?" I asked curiously.. "Nah, never gave it a second thought. You were just a quick roll in the hay. Something to enjoy and forget," he replied honestly. "Why am I saying this?" he asked in uncertain surprise. "Because darling, the first and most immediate effects of the vaccine is the inability to say anything but the absolute truth." I smiled. "But don't worry. In a few more minutes, that phase will pass, and you'll go on to phase two." "Phase two? Please Sheila. I really didn't mean what I said." John seemed to sigh inwardly, he was regaining the ability to lie. "What have you done to me?" I sat on the edge of the bed, reached over and began to fondle him. "Rather than tell you, I think that the best way is to show you. Look at me!" I commanded, "not at what I'm doing."" I began to flick the end of his penis with my finger tip. Staring into his eyes, I saw no reaction. "So what's the next phase?" he asked me calmly, totally unaware that I was now pinching the end of his penis with the sharp ends of my fingernails. I stopped just short of drawing blood. "A total lack of feeling below your neck." I smiled knowingly, adding, "and shortly after that, total paralysis for about half an hour. You will be unable to speak, move, or feel a thing." I began to stroke his penis. "See? You couldn't get a hard on right now if your life depended on it." He looked downward, horrified. I was stroking him in a manner that would have, and had, nearly driven him wild not more than ten minutes ago. Now, there was nothing, in fact, if he hadn't seen my hand on him, he wouldn't have known it was there. He was totally without feeling. Totally! "Don't fight it baby, just enjoy ... if you can." I smiled sweetly; knowing that he could neither feel, nor enjoy, what I was doing to him as I began to stroke the base of his penis with the side of my palm, using the technique required to relieve paralytics unable to link the pleasure center of their brain with their sex organ's need for ejaculation. He was without feeling, but not however, without the expected reflex reaction to my gentle and persistent stroking. Mechanically he ejaculated onto his stomach. He realized, much to his horror and embarrassment, that he had just been milked as though he were no more than a milch cow! "There you go! You're all drained of that nasty semen that's caused so many women so much trouble. I had to get rid of it to let the vaccine work," I said with a smile. I watched impassively as the rich creamy sperm slid wetly down his crotch and pooled around his bottom. "Nearly half an ounce of those eager little wigglers. My, you were a real stud." "What have you done to me?" he asked in wonderment, not liking at all my use of the past tense! "Oh, nothing much." I replied coyly. "Just fixed it so that nasty little thing of yours won't get into any more trouble. Just think, it won't be in the way of your relationships with women anymore." He gasped, as he watched me stretch his penis as far as it would go and suddenly release it. I giggled when he shuddered, when it snapped back, unfelt, as though it was a rubber band. "It doesn't get in my way! Leave it and me alone!" he exclaimed, trying to pull away from me. "Oh, but it does darling, this little thing is always getting into places it shouldn't," I chuckled lightly,cupping his testicles in my hand, "but don't worry, these other little things won't mind. In fact, they won't be around to bother you either. When the vaccine gets finished with you, you won't be able to bother women with them and they won't bother you either." "What do you mean?" he demanded, suddenly terrified. "Your not going to...? He left the unthinkable remain unsaid. "Cut them off?" I smiled. "Oh, nooo. They are necessary. In fact, they're part of my plans for you. You wouldn't be any good to me if you were mutilated." "Plans? What plans?" It was becoming difficult for him to talk. I looked at my wrist watch on the night stand. "I suppose that I have time to tell you before the next phase begins. Did I tell you that I had a Ph.D.?" He tried to nod and couldn't. The paralysis part of phase two was beginning to take effect. "And did I tell you that it was in genetic research? No? No, I don't suppose that I did," I answered him, knowing that he could no longer do anything except lay there helplessly. I carefully unfolded a large rubber sheet and slipped it under his body. Straightening out his body, I climbed on to the bed, straddled him, and, lifting under his arms, pulled him up to a sitting position, making certain that the rubber sheet protected the bed from his body. I moved his head so that he could look at me. "There now, are you more comfortable?" He could have been rolled up into a ball and never known it, or cared. He just stared at me, unable to do anything except gawk in fear. "Anyway, back to what I'm doing to you. It's all very technical. But, I shall simplify it for you dearest, since you seem so eager to know. About a year ago, I was working with a new experimental virus designed to simulate the immune system to regenerate new healthy cell tissue in place of cancer cells. Unfortunately, the virus very quickly did what it was supposed to, but it modified the originating DNA double helix in some way, causing the cell cultures to radically regress to cells ordinarily associated with newly forming life rather than the regeneration of current tissue. It was obvious that my cancer cure was too radical, all it would do was replace rapidly expanding dead cells, cancer, with extremely rapid growing live cells. "But, then, I realized that I could manage the virus through a gene created from selective splicing of DNA within the sex and growth chromosome series. So, I injected a rat, one of my babies, with it and the strangest thing happened." I paused, letting my enthusiasm for my work cool before I continued, "Guess what it was?" "What? he half begged to know, and half feared with his eyes. "It worked! But, not exactly the way I expected it to." I smiled and walked over to my neatly folded clothing and began to get dressed. "You see, I was working on the theory that every cell in the body contains a specific DNA code. The key, if you will allow me to call it that, was to discover a combination that will continue to regenerate the body at any specific stage during its life span. Even revert it back to infancy and keep it there for years, if desired. That was what I was trying to do to my rat, alter its DNA to change its body structure back to the developmental stage of an infant." I reached over and stroked his golden blonde hair. "I was hoping to find a way that childless couples could adopt older children and still have the baby that they craved, for as long as they wanted it to stay a baby, or a darling little child. It would have to be on the black market of course, but that's not the point, is it? You would simply not believe the demand for healthy pretty little white babies. And our market research showed an incredible demand for babies, or little ones that did not seem to age. We have a long list of clients willing to pay premium prices for the perfect pet, so to speak." I sat on the bed and pulled my pantyhose on, carefully smoothing it from ankle to thigh, then stood and pulled it up to my waist. "Tell me sweetheart, do you like the feel of women's breasts?" I stood and, smiling at him, cupped my bare breasts. I looked down at them and gently pinched my nipples, they instantly became erect. "They're such interesting organs, capable of so much pleasure. Have you ever considered what nature designed them for?" He blinked, uncomprehending. "Now that is a silly question, isn't it? Especially after last night." I chuckled. "What is it with men and your obsession with women's breasts anyway? It's as if you weren't allowed to suckle enough as babies." I lay down beside him and rubbed one of my large warm erect nipples around and into his open mouth. "Wouldn't you like to suck on this right now?" I asked, teasing him, knowing that his brain would be sending frantic signals to an unresponsive groin. I tired of the little game and sat up. "Anyway, as I said, the experimental gene worked. It worked so well in fact that I got to thinking about having a baby of my own. It wouldn't be hard, just find someone, inject him with `The Baby Project DNA Gene' and keep him a baby for ten years or so. And then more years as an adorable toddler. Wouldn't that be wonderful? To relive your childhood all over again as mother's little darling?" I stroked the side of his cheek tenderly, seeing the absolute terror in his eyes. I looked at my wristwatch and checked the time. "Oh, just a few more minutes and you will begin phase three. Be patient my sweet little babycakes, soon I'll be able to help you fulfill your destiny. Anyway, when I saw what the new gene had done to my rats, my new little babies, I immediately thought of you." "ME?" his eyes seemed to scream at me. I stood up and fastened my bra around my breasts. "Now, don't be upset. Who else would be better for this than an acknowledged stud? A little boy in a man's body. Someone who is unable to have a mature relationship. A baby at heart. A lover, but one incapable of love. A believer that women were good for only one thing, to please him." "A fact that has been proven by the three, very unhappy, very pregnant, girls working in my lab. All abandoned by you. So, Sweetums, the girls that you screwed in more ways than one, and I, agreed. We decided to expand the experiment and use the new gene on you, and give you a chance to find out what it meant to love and be loved. You're the first human I've tried it out on. We decided to have a trail run before we go into full production." `Why?' he asked with his eyes. "Why not?" I responded, correctly guessing what he was thinking, "you're just another type of rat. The two legged type of course. And no one will ever miss you. We were even delighted when we talked to each other and compared notes to discover that you adore "suckling". You are perfect for `The Baby Project DNA Gene'." "That's what's going to happen to you darling. Even though you're my test case, I'm going to treat you exactly like I'll treat all the other men that will follow you. I've found a lovely home for you like I'll do for the other babies I'll make. You'll be a nursing baby for the next 12 years, one of the perfect little babies I had originally set out to create. Babies all engineered through their genes to age ever so slowly as the perfect pets for our customers; beautiful golden haired angels, with the mental capabilities of an educable developmentally disabled child, and like all good pets should be, quite docile and good-natured." "And the best part of all is, that you won't have to endure the nastiness of having to grow up before you're ready. You'll get the attention from women that you crave. No matter what you do they'll think you're sweet. No one will expect anything from you. They'll feed you and dress you and tend to your every need. You won't have any need to go out and victimize women again. No one will force you to grow up this time. Your mommy won't abandon you again. She'll always be there to watch over you and take care of you. You can rest your head against her breasts anytime you need to be comforted. She'll hold you and cuddle you whenever you want." His eyes grew wild as he realized what I was saying. I had injected him with the body altering gene and was turning him into a perpetual baby! A helpless infant, forever dependent upon women. I had found the perfect fate for a man who had dumped my friends at the lab when he found out they were pregnant with his own babies! "Oh look, it's starting!" I told him. He tried to look down at his body. All he could see was part off his shoulder out of the corner of his eyes. It started shrinking rapidly leaving a reddish brown ooze of excess body mass as waste. He closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to watch. "Oh, doesn't my little cupcake want to watch?" I cooed again in my baby voice. "No matter, phase three is very quick and painless. Although awfully messy. Look it's almost over already!" He snapped his eyes open and looked at me, refusing to look at his new infant sized body. I almost recoiled from the hatred that streamed from his eyes. I turned away from him and slipped my dress over my head and pulled up the back zipped. Over this, I donned a rubber lab apron which I removed from the shoulder bag that he had wondered about when I joined him at the motel. Carefully, I slipped on a pair of rubber gloves and set about to gingerly wash his new little body as I replaced the rubber sheet and dumped the old one and its contents into a disposable medical waste bag. "My, my, you have been naughty. You made quite a mess on the bed, babycakes." I teased with an amused laugh as I hefted the bag to the door and then sat down on the chair beside the bed. "You turned out very nice, very nice indeed. Do you want me to turn your head so you can see?" I smiled sweetly, almost tenderly, at his soft pink form. "Would you like a pacifier? No? That's alright. After all you will have about thirty five years to enjoy sucking things. You're going to find out how good it feels to suck your thumb or a pacifier again. You'll rediscover all the pleasures of being in a cuddly, soft, babysmooth body. Shall I tell you about it?" He remained mute. "Alright, I will if you insist. First of all, obviously you're a lot smaller. Your skin is softer, baby smooth, and a nice rosy pink all over. What little hair you have is soft and fine. It will grow out, of course but we can just put a bonnet on it until them. You look so adorable that I just want to pick you up and love you to death." "As you may have guessed, the serum I developed has an unfortunate regression effect upon the brain. That was unexpected. Our poor little rats, after their injection, just seemed to lose all interest in running through the lab maze, all they wanted to do was crawl around the cage looking for rat titty to nurse. Even when they aged to rat maturity, they were developementally retarded. Their intellegence never developed beyond the stage of late infancy." I noted, with satisfaction, the dawning realization of my words that came to his eyes. "But, as you are aware, intelligence isn't everything in my adorable baby lab rats." I looked down and saw he had made a little puddle of pee on the rubber sheet. Out of his line of sight, I picked up a diaper from my bag. I gently pulled his knees up and spread his unresisting legs apart, slipping the diaper underneath his bottom and fastening the tapes on the sides. Satisfied, I turned back to look at his face. "There now, mommy fixed it, all better," I cooed again, rubbing his smooth, rounded protuberant tummy. He could almost feel my hand. The paralysis seemed to be subsiding a little. As I looked at his terror stricken eyes, realization of what he had been thinking suddenly dawned on me. "Anyway, back to the rat. As I said, the rat changed, into an infant, as I had expected. Just as you have. You have also gained a kind of immortality. You will age much slower. A little over a month a year, if my calculations are correct. Imagine, being a year old for 12 years, then 2 years for another 12." I laughed. "Why at that rate, you shouldn't reach puberty, until you're, oh... nearly 150 years old." I imagine your new Mommy will have trouble toilet training you. After 24 years as a baby in diapers, you will have probably forgotten how to control your bowels. Of course, she will be trying to teach an a two year old mind. I would say she'll have you potty trained by the time you're five. Say in sixty years or so. "I'm one year old? A BABY? I'll wear DIAPERS for the next sixty years?" his eyes screamed, insane with fear. John was struggling to look down at his body. He knew what he would see; a baby's body. I slipped my high heels on and stood up. I decided to put my makeup on later. I looked around the motel room for my purse, finally finding it under the bed. "Be patient Johnny, the paralysis will only last another few minutes. While you wait, you can think of what your new life will be like as a baby. You really should try to think while you still can. Unless I'm very mistaken, your mind will regress into an infantine state within the next hour or so. Don't worry, you won't miss your mental faculties. You'll be too busy enjoying your life as a baby." "You've forgotten how happy you were as a baby. You don't remember how much pleasure you got from nursing your bottle and pooping in your pants. I've given that back to you and more. You'll delight in crawling on the floor, being bathed and having your diaper changed. You won't mind not being able to speak for twenty years, you'll still be able to babble and coo. I've found a perfectly lovely woman to be your mommy. She's desperate for a baby to take care of and you'll be hers. I've already called her. By the time she arrives your transformation will be complete. You'll spend your childhood with her; she'll be your Mommy for the next sixty years." I paused with a little self satisfied chuckle. "I suppose the old adage that goes something like 'A woman is a child but once, but a man is his mother's baby forever', may be true after all." I laughed at an amusing thought. "Particularly in your case." I picked up the shoulder bag and the medical waste bag by the door and looked back at the beautiful little baby boy laying diapered on the bed. I guessed that he had shrunk to about 29" and weighed no more than 23 pounds. "All you have to do is lie back and enjoy it. You'll be pleased to know that your new Mommy has decided to breast feed you. She's been taking hormones for the last two weeks and will be able to start giving you titty immediately. Your new Mommy will be here in a few minutes to pick you up and take you home. She's already paid me. It'll become a very profitable business, to say the least." I walked from the motel room door to look back at the petite and adorable baby lying on the bed. His thumb was in his mouth and he was sucking it furiously. I really should have given him a pacifier, I thought. Oh, well...his Mommy will take care of that. I blew him a kiss. "You new clothes and diaper bag are in the closet, your Mommy will take them home with you. I've even included some darling baby bonnets to keep your head from getting sunburned until you hair grows out again. They'll be just perfect for your cute little fluffy head. Don't worry yourself about losing your memories and intelligence. After all, you really don't have to be very bright if your main function is to be a baby." I watched in amused interest for a moment as the infant on the bed suddenly began to rock his pelvis back and forth in small spasms as his legs opened wide involuntarily and he moaned in response to his bodily needs. He was already filling his diaper. The expression of sick horror on his face was priceless and made me wish I could have brought a camera. "Your Mommy will change you when she gets here. You'll probably have three or four BMs before you stop," I observed clinically, knowing that I was heard by the poor creature enduring the delights of his first real infantile act since his original babyhood. But, having seen babies poop and pee in their diapers before, I simply closed the motel room door to leave the little baby to the privacy of his sensual ecstasies! I had just barely reached my car when the high pitched wail of a lonely baby who needed changing began....