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#Post#: 185--------------------------------------------------
Grey Daycare story(secret laboratory testing facility)
By: Cya Date: April 7, 2019, 4:18 am
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Another fun story
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Re: Grey Daycare story(secret laboratory testing facility)
By: Cya Date: April 17, 2019, 4:55 am
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Ok so an incredibly slutty and greedy journalist has been
investigating a series of disappearances which became the centre
of news in the area, in the hopes that she can become even
richer and boast about it to all her colleagues and friends.
She's really rude and nobody really likes her because of the way
she treats people. Her investigation takes her to a daycare for
children up to the age of 10, and is more of a boarding school
daycare thing and many other things as she'll soon discover. She
breaks inside, thinks she's getting close to uncovering it until
she gets caught. The person in charge of the place decides to
enrol her onto the daycare as a child, where she is forcibly
stripped naked and thrown into a bath. The chemicals used in the
bath remove her perfect tan. She is very rude to the staff, who
decide she should just go play outside naked. She gets teased by
the kids, who throw mud at her, insult her, and take her to the
painting room where they paint humiliating phrases all over her
body. The staff all collectively agree that her behaviour is
unacceptable, so she gets placed on the extreme program. This is
where she is given a starter age to be treated as based on her
behaviour. The catch is that she is placed through a machine
(the place has the technology to do this) which can alter her
appearance to suit her behaviour. It scans her brain for her
behaviour, decides her appropriate age is that of a 2 year old.
The machine then cuts her hair to a very short bob which is tied
into two tiny pigtails and dyed ginger. It gives her a wash,
getting rid of the phrases on her body. Then she loses her
hourglass figure, gaining slight baby fat around her belly and
ass. Her breasts are shrunken until she's flat chested and her
pubes are permanently removed. It then dresses her like a 2 year
old and sends out to be once again teased by the kids.
#Post#: 213--------------------------------------------------
Re: Grey Daycare story(secret laboratory testing facility)
By: Cya Date: April 28, 2019, 5:56 am
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The catch is that she is placed through a machine (the place
has the technology to do this) which can alter her appearance to
suit her behaviour. It scans her brain for her behaviour,
decides her appropriate age is that of a 2 year old. The machine
then cuts her hair to a very short bob which is tied into two
tiny pigtails and dyed ginger. It gives her a wash, getting rid
of the phrases on her body. Then she loses her hourglass figure,
gaining slight baby fat around her belly and ass. Her breasts
are shrunken until she's flat chested and her pubes are
permanently removed. It then dresses her like a 2 year old and
sends out to be once again teased by the kids.
The two teachers dragged the struggling and defiant Dakota out
of the arts and craft room and into the main hallway. She kicked
her legs into the air while the two teachers held her arms, but
it did nothing to impede them, they were simply too strong and
continued to carry her like she weighed nothing. All she could
do was yell obscenities at them while they took her into a new
room she had yet to see since her arrival at this bizarre
daycare center.
"It's bad enough that you fuckers are holding me against my
will, but I'm not going to let you turn me into a baby! I don't
care what that stupid **** says!"
The teachers ignored the blond adult sized brat, instead
manhandling her feisty form over to where an opening in the wall
awaited her. They practically threw her petite body onto the
chute that led into the baby making machine, watching her slide
down the metal surface with satisfied grins.
"You'll see. Once the machine is done with you, you'll be ready
to be raised again, the right way."
Dakota slid down the slick metallic surface and ended up landing
on an odd, ribbed rubber surface. She tried to grab the sides of
the conveyor belt and push herself up, but the machine had other
plans in store for her. In the blick of an eye, magnectic cuffs
secured the foul mouthed blond to the belt, binding her wrists
in place, forcing her to lay back and enjoy the ride.
"You **** assholes are gonna pay for this!"
Without warning, thd machine lurched into action beneath her,
pulling her deeper into the bowels of the baby maker.
"My lawyer will sue you freaks back to the stone age!" Dakota
West barked out into the darkness as the conveyer proceeded to
move underneath her perfect ass.
From her restrained position, she looked around, unsure of what
to expect. 'There was no way that these clowns had the
capability to follow through on their crazy threat, right? Then
again, this machine couldn't be for washing dishes and it must
serve some purpose.' Dakota hoped that this was just some
eleborate way to scare the kids and not the real deal. Suddenly,
a long line of lights came to life on both sides of the belt,
linning the tunnel dimly in their ominous orange glow.
"Initiating Brain Scan Protocol"
A feminine computerized voice announced as a blue light appeared
from the roof of the metallic corridor. It immediately started
scanning her head, slowly hovering across her face as it seemed
to be in the process of producing a digital map of her brain.
She had just enough sense to clench her eyes shut before the
blue beam reached her nose. A moment later, it pinged,
signalling to Dakota that it had ceased operating.
"Subject: Dakota West Displays The Mannerisms Best Suited To A
Two Year Old Child. Baby Maker Shall Ensure That Her Body
Matches Her Age Designation!"
The female voice personifying the machine declared, leaving
Dakota shaking in a mixture of rage and fear. 'How dare this
bucket of bolts claim that my mental age was that of a two year
old baby!'
"I'm an accomplished reporter! My name is Dakota West for crying
out loud! Or are you dumbasses too retarded to watch the evening
news?!"
A series of long, mechanical coils slithered down from the
ceiling, poised to strike from either side of the belt. At
first, Dakota thought it was an optical illusion or that her
mind was playing tricks on her. However, the scissors they held
in their robotic gloved hands gleamed in the Orange light,
reflecting the light off of the cold steel of the blades,
proving that they were definitely real.
"What the **** are you going to do with those?!"
Dakota screamed, not wanting to find out.
The hands wasted no time getting to work as the empty hands
grabbed at her long blond locks of hair, holding them firmly in
place.
"No!" Dakota shouted. "Don't you dare!"
Suddenly, a loud succession of clipping sounds echoed in the
woman's ears as the scissors trimmed her hair, rendering years
of beautiful hair gone. All the expensive hair treatments and
scalp massages were all for naught thanks to machine's quick
snips. Even though it was dark inside the belly of the machine,
Dakota could feel her head growing lighter as her hair fell
around her in big clumps.
"Begin Ginger Colorization Of Baby's Bob!"
"Ginger?!" Dakota couldn't believe her ears. A bob waa one
thing, but there was no way she could make ginger hair look
sexy!
An odd, cylindrical cannister was positioned behind her head,
out of Dakota's line of sight. With a press of the nozzle, a
loud, pressurized hissing sound caused the restrained reporter
to jump in place. Although it was dark inside the tunnel, the
machine expertly colored every inch of Dakota's hair in that
nerdy shade of ginger, rendering her once radiant, flowing blond
hair into a pathetic orange colored bob best suited to a young
girl or a nerdy preteen. In under a minute, the dye had already
dried, sealing her hair's fate, condemning it to a future of
ginger shaded mediocrity. A quick twirl of the dimished hair, by
the gloved hands, gave Dakota a matching pair of babyish
pigtails, complete with matching ribbons.
Before Dakota could come to terms with the loss of her hair, a
red beam of light appeared across her bountiful bosom, scanning
her breasts as it made it's way towards her tiny tummy and,
ultimately, down to her crotch where it stopped in place. The
laser hovered in place, almost as if it was awaiting further
information from the machine. Needless to say, Dakota wasn't
pleased by this new development.
"Pubic Hair Dedicated! Engaging Follicle Eradication Procedure!"
Dakota watched as the light split into a series of multiple
beams. Unlike the hair on the top of her head, she could
careless about her pubes. In her mind, these nutjobs were giving
her a free laser hair removal session. Those procedures typical
ran upwards to five hundred bucks or more.
While Dakota thought of all the money she was saving, the tiny
lasers were busy obliterating her pubic hairs one by one in
rapid succession. Each decimated follicle sent a harsh stinging
sensation to her brain. As hundreds of manicured hairs bit the
dust, the annoying pain served as a reminder that her badge of
maturity was being forever erashed frim this world. If she
needed further proof that the lasers were working, aside from
the slight pain in her crotch, seeing the twirling smoke,
illuminated by the Orange glow of the LEDs, definitely made that
message clear to her.
After about a minute, the lasers vanished and the conveyor belt
lurched forward once more, carrying Dakota and her bald crotch
forward. Despite losing her pubic hair, Dakota was more
concerned about what was coming next. The machine had labeled
her a "two year old" and, if the funky hairdo and laser hair
removal was any indication of her future, she had a sinking
feeling that a pair of pampers would probably be next if things
kept going on like this. It certainly was far more advanced than
she had ever expected it to be, that much she knew. Why wouldn't
it have diapers that could fit a twenty seven year old woman?
The speakers unexpectedly crackled to life again, announcing
that it was "bath time" to the angry and distraught woman.
Dakota suddenly found herself being dumped off of the conveyer
belt into a large, rectangle shaped plastic tub of sorts that
was filled with warm, soapy water that barely came up to her
stomach. Regardless of lighting, she knew it must've looked
ridiculous; A grown woman sitting in a plastic wash basin like a
six month old infant.
As if on cue, the metallic snakes, as Dakota thought of them as,
returned. Each one made their way over to the unhappy, ginger
haired woman who swatted her hands at them in outrage while
kicking her legs in the water like a baby thrwing a tantrum in
the bath tub. Her futile attempts at repeling the hands were
rewarded with her falling onto her back and wriggling around
angrily while hands grabbed at her arms and legs. In the blink
of an eye, it had her ankles and was lifting them in the air to
grant it's gloved brethren access to her newly shaven, bald
clit.
"You sick mother fuckers better not be filming this!"
Dakota cried out, laying buck naked and spread out wide in about
twelve inches of water as she stared up in shock and unbridled
rage. Her body glistened in the orange lights while the hands
scrubbed her ass and ****, spending extra time cleaning her
brown eye. As the fingers explored her **** and womanly folds,
Dakota mentally swore revenge while uttering slight gasps due to
the intruder's actions.
While those hands tended to her lower quarters, another set of
hands began rubbing her chest, soaping up the large globes of
flesh, massaging them generously. Dakota could only hope that
there wasn't enough light in this sinister tunnel to record this
debauchery. She sighed once the hands left her privates alone,
but they were far from done with her. Instead, they moved onto
her legs, arms and stomach. 'At least they're going to wash off
that stupid childish nonsense those little bastards had
scribbled all over my stomach and ****.'
Dakota had just caught her breath from the long, invasive
cleansing process when the hands hoisted her up while the water
started to drain from the bottom of the plastic container. As
the hands secured her back onto the conveyer belt, she couldn't
quite shake the feeling that this machine was truly in control
and that she was at its mercy. It was hard for her to feel like
a mature, independent woman after being scrubbed and cleaned
like an errant child.
The conveyer belt lurched into motion again, carrying Dakota
underneath a group of enormous ventilation fans which blasted
her with a gust of warm wind, drying in an instant before
turning off.
"What the **** is going on in this place?!"
Dakota, at this point, was more confused with this machine, and
the freaks that ran it, then anything else. If they wanted her
to be a two year old then why go to these absurb lengths instead
of just forcing her to wear a diaper? They had already stolen
her expensive clothing from her and made her play with the
children while wearing nothing but a diaper. Why make this such
a "special" event?
As she was lost in her thoughts, the belt screeched to a stop
and a door slammed down in front of her. She leaned her head
back, gazing from an upside down perspective back towards where
she had just come from, as another door closed right in her
face. Her mind raced as her anxiety rose. Dakota looked around
in distress as a series of gas was engulfing her body, filling
up the impromtu chamber, forcing her to breath it in.
The gas wasn't causing her to cough, or any other displeasure,
but it did cause some changes that the twenty seven year old
bombshell would find painful to her ego. Unbeknownst to Dakota,
her ass and stomach gradually gained fat thanks to the gas which
had slowed down her metabolism to a crawl. Not only that, but as
her bloodstream absorbed the gas, it was turned into pure fat
which slowly covered her midsection, giving the proud woman a
"pear" shape. If that wasn't bad enough, her chest was slowly
but surely shrinking until-
"Where the fuck did my boobs go?!"
Dakota shouted, startled by the discovery of her now, flat and
barren chest. As the gas cleared, she noticed that her stomach
had become bigger and more pudgy, as if she was gaining-
"Baby fat!"
Upon this revelation, she desperately started to struggle,
furious at the machine for stealing her beauty and rendering her
an overgrown baby with no features that had marked her
adulthood. What scared her the most was that these people were
happy to mak these permanent changes to her body!
Thrashing about in wide-eyed horror, the reporter continued to
flail her weak and uncordinated arms. She wanted to kick that
Headmistress in the ass, but given how tired her body was
getting, she doubted that she would have the strength to do much
of anything. Knowing how sick this place was, and by extension
how powerful the machine was, Dakota knew that she would be
lucky if she could crawl after she got out of this machine. That
is, if she was still an adult!
As her terror fueled tantrum winded down, Dakota realized that
the conveyer belt had started up again, a detail she missed
during her outburst. She noticed that more hand awaited her at
this next area. They quickly grabbed her legs and held her
spread eagle.
"What now?!"
Dakota smelt a familiar scent wafting in the air. It was one sge
recognized from years ago when she used to babysit her
nieghbor's baby at the trailer park. She knew what was comong
and wanted to resist, but her body was simply too tired and slow
to react. As she laid in the diaper changing position, she felt
a gentle dusting of powder poured onto her bald crotch and ass.
The gloved hands began working it into her skin, rubbing it onto
her chubby baby belly and big butt.
Dakota could only wonder why anyone would do this to her. It was
one thing to regress her into a baby and sell her, that actually
made sense, but to keep her around as some adult baby really
bothered her to her pride filled core. She didn't want to be
paraded around and degraded. Ultimately, she just wanted to get
this over with as she was sick of all the machine's tricks and
surprises. She heard the crinkling coming, knew what was soon
going to be taped around her fat ass, and just wished the
machine would stop taking its sweet ass time.
Finally, she felt her hips get raised off of the ridged rubber
surface before they were lowered back down on something soft,
and unnecessarily thick. Despite how large her ass had grown,
she still noticed that her butt now sat several inches higher up
than it had been mere moments ago.
"A fucking diaper." Dakota hissed through clenched teeth,
watching the hands pull it up over her bald crotch, taping it
firmly into place.
It had taken only a minute at the most, but the twenty seven
year old reporter was now back in diapers for the first time in
over two and a half decades. Her ego lay in ruin! Dakota didn't
know what was worse; losing her beauty body or being forced to
wear a diaper. Of course, she knew that she didn't need the
damned thing, but something told her that she probably would be
needing it from now on. If the gas had altered her body in such
dramatic ways, then why wouldn't it have affected her bladder
and bowels?
The conveyor belt lurched forward, carrying the pondering baby
woman ahead. Dakota felt a breeze rush across her naked body as
a gust of air, rushed past her.
"What the fuck?!"
Without warning, the wall in front of the conveyer belt opened
up. In mere seconds, Dakota found herself sliding down a
metallic slide in only her bulky adult pampers. The long slide
dumped her outside the facility. Dakota felt relieved. 'Maybe I
can escape!'
"Look at the big ginger baby!"
A sinking feeling came over the reporter as she heard the
familiar voices from the girls she had been teased by only
twenty minutes prior.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me!"
As if by a cruel design, the conveyer belt had dumped Dakota
back out onto the playground where her new "upperclassmates"
were waiting for her.
"Naughty baby bitch!" Heidi, the girl she had kicked, chastised
her. "You shouldn't use that language, you're only two years old
after all."
"Hey, Heidi. Let's play house with her!"
"That sounds like a good idea, Tiffany." Heidi grinned, looking
at Dakota with malice in her eyes.
The End?
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Re: Grey Daycare story(secret laboratory testing facility)
By: Cya Date: April 30, 2019, 5:48 am
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"Damn it, Charlie!"
The blond kicked the desk in front of her in frustration. The
desk in question belonged to the her rival and fellow reporter,
Charles Cherwood.
"Calm down, Dakota. You're gonna break a toe or something if you
keep that up."
"It's just not fair!" Dakota pouted. "I've been investigating
these dissapperences for going on two months now and you got the
final piece of the puzzle!"
Dakota West was a very hot headed, tempormental woman who wanted
more from her job as a journalist. Ever since she graduated with
her degree in journalism, a mere five tears ago, she had stars
in her eyes and was eager to make a name for herself. Sadly, she
couldn't do that by covering literal dog and pony shows in the
sticks. She needed something big to ensure that the alphabet
networks noticed her and this case was something that seemingly
had stumped the state police. If she could simply crack it and
break the story, there's no telling how far she could go and how
rich she could become.
“You really think that facility on the hill has something to do
with all the lost women?" Charlie asked from behind his desk,
scratching his thinning hairline. “From what they told me, it's
basically an orphanage. Albeit a state of the art one.”
Dakota closed her eyes and took a deep breath, thinking
of how to persuade Charlie to give up his keycard. He was all
that stood between her and being able to leave this shithole.
She knew that she was going to have to make him an offer that he
couldn't refuse.
“I just…" Dakota unbuttoned the second to top button on her
blouse, allowing her bountiful cleavage to be exposed. "I just
need to borrow that keycard. I'll go in there, take a look
around and if there's nothing, I'll have it back in time for you
to do your story tomorrow afternoon.” Dakota explained in a
sensual and sultry voice. Both of her arms were outstretched as
she leaned forward, palms flat on Charlie's desk, giving him an
ample view of her perky Double D breasts.
“When you put it that way..." Charlie paused. "But what if you
get caught snooping around? You'll ruin this station's
reputation and some other news outlet is going to get the
story!"
Mrs. West sighed.
"Do you even hear the words coming out of your mouth?"
Charlotte asked. "Even if it is just an orphanage or
whatever, no one will give a damn either way. In the end, it's
my ass on the line and if I do get caught. And, if I do uncover
some shady business, or the missing women, it'll put this
station on the national radar!"
"I guess, but I don't think you'll find something. Besides, I
don't exactly have anything to do if you fuck this up, Dakota."
“I'll sleep with you."
"You'll what?" Charlie asked, a slight smirk growing on his
face. "I didn't hear you."
“I said I'll sleep with you. Just give me the keycard and I'll
rock your world tomorrow night.”
"It's a deal!" Charlie exclaimed, with a stupid grin.
Dakota watched him fiddle around in his desk, searching through
the drawers for the keycard.
"Hurry it up!" Dakota's barked. "I don't have all night."
"Here you go!" The Auburn haired man held out a light blue
plastic card.
“Thanks. I’m going right up there.” Dakota stated as she turned
to leave her rival's office. She didn’t want to sleep
with him and ultimately, she would probably blow him off once
she broke this story. After all, the dumbass had given her the
card without so much as a kiss or blow job. In the past she
recalled having to at least preform to get what she wanted.
Still, she wasn't complaining and was in fact very pleased with
herself for how easy that was.
On her way out of the newsroom, Dakota walked over to
her desk and grabbed her coat and purse. She knew it was going
to be a long night and she definitely didn't want to freeze in
the frosty weather as she exited the station. One thought did
hit her mind as she opened her car door and that was about how
unseasonably cold the southern part of the country had been
lately. It was almost freaking May for crying out loud! At least
she wasn't the weather girl. God, how pathetic would that be?
Showing off her boobs in a tiny dress while pointing at a green
screen like a trained monkey.
Dakota West chuckled to herself as she turned the key over,
starting her Alavon up. 'Soon, I'll be looking down on the
weather girls in any major city of my choosing.'
*Thirty minutes Later, Twenty Miles Away*
"This fucking place would have to be in the middle of bum fuck
nowhere, wouldn't it?"
The leggy blond stated her frustration out loud. Luckily for
her, the only real security this place had was an old wooden
ranch fence. She straddled the top of the wooden bar, throwing
her leg over it and getting past the obstacle with relative
ease. Sure, she was pretty pissed about having to come all the
way out here, but she had a feeling that this place held all the
answers. All of her research had pointed to this place. In fact,
three of the last ten women had vanished within a mile of this
building when there cars had broken down, or at least that was
what the police reports had stated.
Once next to the building, she looked each way, visually on
alert for anyone who might see her. In the back of her mind, she
knew she was being paranoid, but if this place was really state
of the art, it surely would have a security camera or something
more than an old wooden fence. It just seemed like the worst way
to keep kids from running away.
Creeping through the dead of the night, following the side of
the building, Dakota took small steps towards what looked like
an opened window. This certainly wasn't what she expected to
find, but she definitely didn't question her luck. She'd be a
fool not to hop in and take a quick look around.
With the grace of a bumbling drunkard, Dakota managed to get her
ass into the building, but she definitely didn't do it silently.
'Eh, fuck it. No one is going to be guarding this place.' Just
as sge finished that thought, she saw a shadow coming down the
corridor! Her heels clacking on the tiled floor weren't helping
her impromtu escape attempt. Sge looked around, startled and
unsure of what to do. She could either jump out the window or
hide in the door nearest her. 'Fuck! Why did I wear heels?!'
She darted for the door, swinging it open and shutting it behind
her. She hoped beyond hooe that her damn heels hadn't given her
position away. It was bad enough that she could hear some gruff
security guard stomping around on the other side of the door.
"Huh, must be my imagination."
Dakota could hear the man say, his gravely voice sounded mere
feet away. After about a minute, the blond breathed a sigh and
slunk down, sitting on her butt. She took out her cell phone and
used it to light up her surroundings. From what she could see,
everything in the room looked fairly routine: cribs lined the
far wall and- 'Wait a minute! Those cribs look huge!'
Not exactly trusting her eyes, Dakota kicked off her heels
before standing up and walking over to the massive wooden baby
furniture. Once she got up close, she could see about four or
five babies sleeping soundly within the confines of the baby
bed. It wasn't exactly what she expected, buy she supposed that
orphanages had to utilize space and what better way of saving
space than to have a bunch of babies in one crib? Still, it did
seem odd that a group of grown women could probably share that
very same crib with not much difficulty if they were packed in
there.
Suddenly, one of the babies started crying, which instantly
startled Dakota, causing her to drop her cell phone. The crying
baby's cribmate's starting to wake up and joined their
companion, wailing and bawling their eyes out. Thinking on her
toes, the blond reporter ducked under the mammoth crib and did
her best to lay underneath it. 'Fucking brat! Why does everyone
want to keep me from becoming rich and famous?!'
The nursery's door opened quickly and, from what Dakota could
see from her limited field of view, the person approaching the
crib was a woman.
"It's okay, sweethearts. Nanny's here!"
The woman worked diligently, soothing each baby with a pacifier
and tending to a dirty diaper that was most likely produced by
the original crying girl. As the nanny changed the baby, Dakota
laid underneath the crib, literally inches away from the woman's
feet.
"Oh, Natalie. Do you need some titty?"
'You've got to be kidding me?!' Dakota was getting annoyed. This
damn nanny had changed the crying baby and now she was going to
breastfeed one of the other brats?!
Even though the nanny was a professional and had already calmed
the babies, things weren't exactly progressing fast enough for
Dakota. But it was something so bizarre, that the nanny was
saying to the baby she was currently feeding, that got Dakota to
listen more closely.
"You were such a brat, Natalie. Always talking back to the
teachers about how your daddy was going to find you and use his
connections to the governor to get us shut down." The nanny
chuckled softly. "But look at you now! No longer the smug twenty
five year old! I bet no one would mistake you for being a day
over six months with how you look and how well you suck a tit!"
Dakota held her breath. Just what had she stumbled onto?! If she
didn't know any better, she could've sworn that the nanny had
confirmed that one of those babies had been Natalie Rhodes,
daughter of a prominent government official who was friendly
with the Governor! This was definitely a lot deeper than a
simple kidnapping case! This was- Well, she didn't know just
what exactly this was, but she knew that she had to be careful
or else she'd be caught and God knows what these crazy people
would do to her.
After what seemed like an eternity, the nanny laid baby Natalie
back into the crib with the others. Dakota was about to relax
when the nanny had stepped on the reporter's fallen phone.
"What's this doing here?!" The woman asked no one particular as
she bent down and scooped up the smart phone.
'Fuck!' Dakota couldn't believe how bad things were going for
her.
"Maybe one of the other women dropped this?"
With that said, the nanny made her way towards the door and left
the room. Wasting no time, Dakota crawled out from underneath
the crib and stood up on her bare feet. She had no time to
retrieve her discarded heels, but she still had enough time to
get back to the hall and jump out the window if she hurried.
In roughly thirty seconds, Dakota was out of the nursery and in
the hallway. Freedom was so close, about ten feet away to be
precise, but as she neared the windowsill, she heard a pair of
feet rapidly growing near. It was now or never! The blond
reporter leapt out the window. She had made it! Dakota stood up
and was about to make a break for it, but saw something that
surprised the shit out her. Waiting for her in the grass was a
security guard who was quickly closing in on her!
"Let me go!" Dakota yelled at the burly uniformed mam who had
apprehended her.
No words were said to Dakota by her captor. He simply manhandled
#Post#: 215--------------------------------------------------
Re: Grey Daycare story(secret laboratory testing facility)
By: Cya Date: May 1, 2019, 4:58 am
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With a flick of a switch, the pitch black room was illuminated
by a single panel of lights on the ceiling that served to bathe
the large, adult size crib in a makeshift spotlight, or so it
seemed to Dakota. The guards quickly dragged her over to the
massive baby bed and threw her inside the wooden cage. As Joe
and the unamed guard raised the rails, it suddenly dawmed on
Dakota why the cribs were so huge in the first place. Obviously,
the cribs were the cages that held the women until they could be
regressed, but how was such a thing even remotely possible?!
"You sons of bitches won't get away with this!"
Dakota screamed from her crib, but the guards only laughed.
"Sure we will, sweetheart." Joe stated from the doorway. "You
better enjoy your last night as an adult because I have a
feeling that you'll be starting school here soon. Have fun in
preschool, baby girl!"
Dakota pounded against the crib bars, screaming at the top of
her lungs. Here she was, an up and coming reporter, trapped in a
giant wooden crib like some poor dumb bitch in a kinky porno.
However, she knew that these people were serious. After all, she
had heard that woman call that baby girl Natalie. That couldn't
have been a coincidence!
As time slowly passed, Dakota started to feel drowsy. Sitting in
the dark, with nothing to do was boring to say the least.
Boredom, coupled with the late hour of the night, caused the
blond to lay her head down on the mattress. Dakota knew that she
shouldn't be allowing herself to get comfortable, but she only
wanted to close her eyes for a few minutes. Surely, that would
be fine? After a few minutes of resting her eyes, she'd find a
way out of her.
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"Wake up right this instant, intruder!"
Dakota's eyes instantly opened and they met with quite a stern
looking woman. 'Fuck, it wasn't a nightmare.' Dakota thought as
she stared through the crib bars. Her wrists sore from sleeping
in handcuffs.
"Who the fuck are you?!"
"Quite the mouth on you, little girl." The older woman replied,
folding her arms. "My guards told me that you were fleeing from
my fine little boarding school. One of them evem said that you
had a silly notion that we were doing something bad here."
Dakota stared at the matronly looking lady. The woman in
question was wearing a long black dress and had grey streaks
running through her hair. She seemed to be in fairly decent
shape. Not fat, but definitely not a twig, this woman was in
that happy middle ground of health where a woman had curves, but
wasn't chubby.
"I had heard rumors that this building was where the kidnapped
women were last seen." Dakota half lied, not wanting the woman
to know that she knew anything. "I was just trying to ask some
questions about where they went from here, but your thugs
roughed me up and dumped me in this giant crib. Why do you even
if have these things anyway?"
"Lying is very unbecoming of a young lady, such as yourself. I
knew that eventually someone would come snooping around." The
Headmistress sighed. "What good are those bribes if the local
sheriffs can't keep bimbos like you from breaking in?"
"I'm not a bimbo, you dumb bitch!" Dakota spat. "Obviously, I'm
smart enough to figure out what happened to the missing women!"
"Yes." The older woman agreed. "You are definitely smarter than
most, but you won't be able to tell a soul."
"What're you gonna do?" Dakota worried, her feisty attitude
cooling off at the thought of losing her life.
"I thought you had everything figured out?" The Headmistress
chuckled. "Well, let me explain how this is going to work.
Normally, I just regress a few women and sell them to the
highest bidder. I mostly work with foreign nationals who can't
have children, but desire a child who either displays a high
intellect or is from a very wealthy and prominent family. In
other words, they seek a baby that is of "good stock" and my job
is to find such women and render them into tiny infants who will
grow up to be the perfect daughters for my clients."
"That's impossible!" Dakota couldn't believe how bizarre this
whole thing was.
"If you behave yourself, you won't get to see how possible it
all is." The older woman warned. "I don't exactly have any
clients looking for a woman of your background, Miss Dakota
West."
"How do you know my name?"
"Simple. We took all of your personal information from your
phone and then I did an extensive background check on you." The
Headmistress explained. "You've come quite a far way from the
trailer park you were raised in, but I think I'd like to enroll
you here. Have you serve as an example to the younger children
who haven't been fully regressed."
"You'll never get away with this, you old bitch!"
"Dante, Jerome." The Headmistress called to her henchmen. "Gag
her and take her to the chemical bath. She's far too tan for my
liking."
"Not my tan!" Dakota cried. "I've spent hours in the tanning bed
to get my bronze skin!"
Suddenly, Dakota was silenced as her mouth was filled with a
huge bulb. The taste of rubber was all she could taste as Dante
and Jerome dragged the poor blond reporter from her crib and out
of the room. The trio was followed by the Headmistress who
seemed eager to watch her newest charge get prepared for her new
life as the boarding school's "mascot."
In a matter of minutes, she found herself stripped naked, forced
to stand in a tiled room in front of a large porcelain tub. Her
big boobs jiggled as she struggled, but she was much to weak to
resist her captors who easily tossed her into the bath tub.
Sadly, with her hands cuffed and her mouth gagged, she couldn't
do much, but kick her legs as the chemicals present ate her
perfect tan away. A slight burning sensation caused Dakota to
cease her rebellion and that's when she noticed her tan was
literally disappearing before her very eyes.
"That's much better." The Headmistress grinned. "I prefer my
girls to be as natural as the day they were born and that silly
tan made you look much too mature and frankly, a bit like a
tarted up whore."
Dakota roared from behind her oversized pacifier, shouting every
word she could think of into the large rubber teat.
"Poor girl." The Headmistress tsked. "I think we should
introduce her to the kids since it is recess time. They'll have
fun playing with her."
Dakota blushed, realizing that they all would see her in her
birthday suit, pale and as naked as the day she was born!
The older woman left Dante and Jerome with instructions to take
their "newest student" out to the playground, which they happily
did.
Dakota West found herself outside, naked and surrounded by the
pupils of this insane boarding school who quickly descended on
her. At first, she hoped that since these kids were once adults,
that things would work out for her, that they might even help
her escape and get them help. However, she had no such luck.
The first girks to reach where she was standing instantky
started to tease her about her state of undress.
"You're naked!" A few chanted in unison.
Then there were the newly regressed women who were now just
girls themselves. They saw Dakota and her massive breats and
felt insecure. The sight of such large breasts reminded them of
what they lost and how inferior they were now that they were
flat chested children. Due to this insecurity, they started
throwing mud at her while insulting her. They called her a
"slut" and all other manner of hateful words.
One of the newly regressed former adults told her friends that
it'd be fun to paint slurs across her body and off to the
painting room Dakota was ushered.
The girls poked and prodded Dakota, painting humiliating phrases
all over her body with their fingers like preschoolers. Swirls
were drawn on her tits and stomach, surrounding the embarrassing
things they wrote on her. The entire time, Dakota had to endure
this terrible humiliation while the girls drew on her while the
staff and Headmistress watched.
'I swear, when I get out if here, I'm burning this fucking place
to the ground!'
Finally, when a girl started writing "fat baby" on her leg,
Dakota snapped, sending a kick right to the girl's face!
There was barely enough time to cough before every member of the
staff was on the blond reporter, holding her legs down. They
held her in place while a nurse tended to the hurt girl's face.
"I can't believe that you did such a dispectible thing to little
Heidi over there!" The older woman stated with venom. "The staff
and I agree that we've been far too kind to you and, due to your
actions shown here, we've decided to enroll you in our Extreme
Program for problem cases. You'll be given a starter age once
the machine has scanned you and we will go from there."
The Headmistress turned to Dante and Jerome.
"Take her to the Baby Maker."
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