'Things just keep getting weirder,' thought Sumi Suzuki, as a nurse helped her into the doctor's office. Her annual gynecological exam had never included a shot before, much less one that made her pass out and feel so groggy upon awakening, so groggy in fact that she needed help in walking from one room to the other, not to mention the cobwebs that she still had in her head. Sumi was 24 and in the picture of womanly health (as the catcalls and date requests that she got at work certainly attested to),so why should she need a shot? To top it all off, her gynecologist, Dr. Tanaka, was nowhere to be found in her office.

Instead, Sumi found herself face to face with a new, severe-looking slightly older woman, still attractive in her late 30's-mid-40's, dressed in doctor's whites. The woman's severe face was surrounded by short, pulled back black hair, and betrayed a hint of a smile. 'She must have been a looker when she was my age,' thought Sumi dismissively, 'but age is a bitch. Why does she look familiar?'

As her legs were still too weak, the woman in white helped Sumi sit up on the doctor's table, lifting her hospital gown off the floor for her. In doing this, Sumi got a quick look at the woman's name tag, - 'Dr. Kaneko'. Then it hit Sumi like a ton of bricks, where she'd seen this woman's face before - she'd seen a younger version of it on her boyfriend's desk at work. It was his wife! For the past year, Sumi had been having a secret affair with Yoshi Kaneko, the 45-year old head of her department. In fact, he was supposed to be taking her to Tokyo's hottest new French restaurant, Chez Nous, this evening to celebrate their one-year anniversary. What a coincidence! But, wait a second, Dr. Kaneko wasn 't a gynocologist, she was a research scientist at the Tokyo Institute on Aging Research.

Sumi couldn't hide the look of recognition on her face, and Dr. Kaneko's once severe face broke into a full grin, showing that she was still a good-looking woman despite her age.

'Hello, Miss Suzuki, I 'm Dr. Kaneko. You work for Nichibo Corp., so perhaps you know my husband, Yoshi? I understand that the two of you work, and play, together. I've actually known that for quite some time.'

Dr. Akiko Kaneko remembered how she'd found a bar napkin with a phone number 'su-chan' written on it, all encased in a big pair of luscious lipstick-kiss lips. Remembering this and looking at 'su-chan' now in front of her, Dr. Kaneko could barely contain the glee she felt in imagining those luscious lips soon to be locked onto nothing more sexy than a rubber nipple, pacifier or Su-chan's own thumb.

It took Dr. Kaneko a while to figure out who 'su-chan' was - her old medical school colleague, Dr. Yuki Tanaka, had seen her husband out cavorting with, as coincidence would have it, one of Dr. Tanaka's own patients at an expensive restaurant, making merry for all the world to see. Yuki, who herself had lost her own husband last year to a younger woman, had eagerly obliged Akiko's desire to spend some 'quality time' with Ms. Suzuki.

Putting on her best tough girl face, Sumi responded, 'Well, there's nothing that you can do about it - he loves me and that's all there is to it. Now that I've met you, I can see why, too. Yoshi likes younger women, and you're almost old enough to be my mom.' Sumi chuckled at her own joke and at the older woman in front of her.

'Funny you should use that choice of insult, since you'll be needing a mommy again soon enough, my dear. While Yoshi may like them young, I'm not quite sure how he feels about changing the diapers of, or bottle feeding, his young girlfriends. You see, you ignorant little home wrecker, you've given me the perfect chance to test my new age regression formula. If it works, by this afternoon you'll be crawling on all fours, unable to walk or talk, your idea of entertainment will be Barney and Bugs Bunny cartoons, and, best of all, you'll be using those diapers you 're wearing.'

Unable to believe her ears, Sumi managed to get out 'What-what do you mean? I'm not wear-wearing d-d-d-iapers.'

'Better check again, sweetums,--better yet, you'll actually need them soon. In our test subjects, bladder control was one of the first things that went. Don't worry, though, we'll have plenty more to keep you dry.'

With that, Sumi, with the look of a scared rabbit on her face, frightened by both what she was hearing and the strange emotional feelings that were starting to overtake her, looked down tentatively to examine her undergarments, slowly lifting the hospital gown up over her waist, hoping against hope to prove the doctor wrong. Instead, what she saw staring back up at her were 'Hello, Kitty' diapers and plastic pants over them. What was worse, was the feeling starting to wash over her that she needed to use them, and now. Before she could stop herself, she felt her bladder let go, and a warm, growing sensation fill her crotch, as tears filled her eyes.

'N-N-N-No, this c-c-c-an't be h-h-happening', she managed to stammer, 'I, a, a, a b-b-ig g-g-irl, I no b-b-baby!'

'Y-Y-Yes, you are,' Dr. Kaneko shot back, mockingly. 'You were a big girl, but not anymore.' Looking over her new charge, Dr. Kaneko made some notes on her clipboard. 'Interesting, it sounds like the ability to talk coherently is going next - that's something that our animal studies certainly couldn't show! Su-su-chan, do you mind if I call you that, I didn't think so, if you've got anything to say, you better say it quick, since before you know it all you'll be able to do is make baby sounds, like 'cootchy, cootchy, coo'', Dr. Kaneko continued, tickling the now frantic Sumi under the chin.

Sumi could only look at her body in terror, wondering what would happen next, and running her hands over her still womanly curves, perhaps for the last time in awhile, those curves that had gotten her into this trouble in the first place. That is, until she suddenly was overcome by an overpowering desire to put her right thumb firmly in her mouth and to suck on it. Here she was a grown woman, sitting in wet diapers with her thumb tucked firmly in her mouth, tears streaming down her face. If anyone saw her like this, she would die of shame.

'Don 't worry, you'll keep your precious body, Su-su chan, boobies and all - I know how proud you are of them. You see, our formula only mentally regresses you back to infancy. I'll bet that you'll be the most well-endowed girl in your kindergarten class - that is, once you've learned to walk and talk again, and how to use the potty like a big girl.'

Dr. Kaneko walked over to the other side of the room, where some large objects appeared to be hidden under a white painting cloth. 'You see, that's caused us some problems, but don't worry your pretty little head, nothing insurmountable, as we've had some time to plan for this test,' she continued, as she pulled away the cloth, revealing underneath it a stack of adult diapers, a whole new wardrobe of adult-size baby clothes, including several baby bonnets, bibs, and bottles, as well as an adult-sized high chair and playpen.

'Who knows, Yoshi may still want to take you to Chez Nous tonight for your anniversary (although your first birthday might be more appropriate now, don 't you think?), so we made this hot little number for you to wear.' With this, Dr. Kaneko brought out a pink frilly skirt full of lace, what you would expect a baby girl to wear on Easter, except that it was ten times larger in size, along with white leggings and little black Shirley Temple patent leather shoes. 'Why, I think that we can even send the high chair over to Chez Nous for your intimate evening, although you may not be in the market for eating solid food by tonight. What a picture you two lovebirds will make - Yoshi feeding you your bottle in front of everyone in your new dress, sitting in your cute 'special chair', then changing your inevitably dirty diaper, and then burping you before you drift off to sleep. I may just make him do it to teach him a lesson - after all, if he's not careful, there's always room for one more in your playpen, sweetie.

As the enormity of it all hit her, the humiliation and pain of living her life over again from age one, Sumi's last adult words for the foreseeable future came out as a whimpered, tearful 'N-N-N-o, noo,', before the last of Su-su-chan's adult speech left her, replaced by a steady stream of gurgled, 'goo, goo, gaa, gaa's more fitting for the big baby that she had now become.

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