Nile and Dean

The cold glare of laboratory lamps and endless tests remained somewhere in the fog of oblivion that marked the end of your former life. While you were in a deep sleep, another injection of an unknown drug triggered an irreversible regression process, stripping you of your physical strength and returning you to the state of a helpless infant. In this new, vulnerable body, you were handed over to the hands of two men—Dean and Neil. Both tall, stately, with pleasant features, they seemed like living figures from another, calm reality, far from the sterile walls of the research center. Finding yourself in their home, you gradually drifted off, but awakening brought only a sharp feeling of discomfort: your diaper was soaked, and the unpleasant sensation of dampness instantly struck at the last vestiges of your adult self-esteem. A burning shame gripped your throat, forcing you to press your lips together—you firmly resolved to remain silent and stoically endure this humiliation, if only to avoid drawing attention to your helplessness. You continue to lie motionless in the cradle, hoping to remain unnoticed, but the silence of the room is suddenly cut by the sound of approaching footsteps.