Dangerous Science

Chapter 9
The Study Rooms

Issam felt on top of the world, riding an adrenaline high like he’d never known before. The device in his hand actually worked. The once intelligent librarian and college student was now a dull-eyed retard incapable of saying her ABCs let alone reading. Most amazingly she seemed perfectly content with her demotion from independent woman to moron in need of constant supervision. She didn’t mind being led down the service corridors in nothing but a diaper, her bare boobs bouncing freely. When they stopped to wait for the service elevator Missy squatted down and examined her painted toe-nails with slack-jawed awe.

“Like your toes there Missy?” he asked.

She gaped up at him, beautiful but obviously ‘special’. “Dem all coloured,” she exclaimed.

Issam chuckled at her vapid expression. A part of him felt intense guilt for doing this. Not because he thought it was wrong to demean these women and destroy their lives though. No, he felt guilty because he was getting so much pleasure from seeing her forbidden female body so nude. He’d brought the diapers himself because he wanted to make women into what he thought they should be, dependent little infants in need of the care of a man, their bodies bared for his pleasure. It was not a very pious sentiment and that was why he felt guilty about it, though not enough to stop.

Standing in the service elevator as it brought them up to the third floor Issam looked over at the diapered beauty in the little room with him. She looked so different from when he first laid eyes on her. Then she’d appeared a prim, thoughtful woman with a commanding air to her. Now her hair was messy, her posture slouching and her arms hanging loosely. She had a very pretty face though. In fact Issam found it all the prettier now her mind was simplified. The stern, don’t mess with me look was gone, replaced with a contented slackness and empty, faraway eyes. Issam wanted very badly to kiss her, but he controlled himself.

A little smile played at her lips then. “Uh-oh” she announced, giggling to herself.

“What?”

“Missy had ‘n akident,” she announced pleasantly, apparently untroubled by her loss of control.

“You mean, you used your diaper?”

“Uh-huh. Tinkles.”

“You look happy,” Issam noted.

“Fewt nice. Missy likes it. ‘t’s all warm.”

With a little ding the slow-moving elevator reached its destination and the doors parted.

“Well you can get changed after we free the next woman,” Issam told her, taking her hand.

Missy didn’t seem to mind being left in her wet diaper at all. She shook her bottom and pressed at it with her free hand, enjoying the squishy sounds it made or perhaps the feeling of the warm pee-pee moving around her loins. Issam wished he knew what was going through her little mind at that moment. But he had to stay focussed on his task.

Issam’s orders were to create a major panic by attacking the brain-power centres of America. He was to brain-drain as many people as possible, preferably middle class white students. A note he was to leave explained that this was only the beginning and this was a tame attack compared to what was to come. The choice of Catholic University had been his own, and the choice of all female victims his as well. He wondered if there were other agents like him with other devices like this just waiting for word of his attack before they struck as well.

Issam led his moron helper out of the service area and into the main library again. He’d already visited the library with a visitors pass the day before. He knew exactly where he was heading. Along the rear wall of the third floor, and hidden by the stacks, was a row of study rooms. They were designed to be essentially noise-proof and they were hidden from view of the atrium and security cameras. As he approached the first room he drew out a key from his pocket. It was the master key he’d lifted from the dead guard’s belt before leaving the lobby. It was all almost too easy.

**

How many nights had Sandra spent wasting her life away in a library cubicle like this one? She didn’t even want to think about it. While her room-mate and friends were out partying it up in Georgetown Sandra was stuck here trying to memorise Latin verbs. A part of her disliked their lack of Christian piety. It wasn’t very Catholic, what they were out doing tonight. But a bigger part of her was just plain old jealous. They never invited her anyway. She was the bookworm, the nerd. She always had been.

Flipping the page in her Latin text to hide the words Sandra looked up at the ceiling and recited them from memory again. The exam wasn’t for a week and half but she needed an A to maintain her summa cum laude ambitions. Sandra was in her junior year at CU and she had high hopes of one day practising law on behalf of an ethical foundation like Amnesty International. She was an ambitious woman, one who held dear to her heart a number of idealistic causes. She wanted to stop dowry murder in India, honour killing in the Muslim world and female circumcision in Africa. In short she was a modern feminist.

Sandra ran her hand through her blonde hair, and again thought about dying it black or at least brown so she’d be taken more seriously. She did what she could not to look like some kind of bimbo but blonde hair and blue eyes didn’t help her cause with many shallow men. Even without make-up on, as she was tonight, she had a natural beauty to her. Some people called it the girl next door look. She just called it annoying when it made men treat her like an inferior.

She had just flipped back to the previous page in her text when the sound of a key entering the door to her study room caught her attention. Sandra was more than a little startled and nervous by this development. She thrust her hand into her bag, reaching around desperately for the pepper spray she carried with her for walking home from the library to her dorm late at night. Washington DC was not a city for women to walk around at night unguarded in.

She could hear the door-knob turning and her fingers moved frantically through the bag. Lipstick, pens, chewing gum, they were all there, but where was the... got it! She yanked her hand out of the bag with the pepper spray in hand just as the door slowly creaked open.

Sandra lowered the pepper spray as soon as she saw who was standing there. She recognised Melissa right away. With all the time she spent in the library it was only natural she got to know one of the main student librarians very well. Never in a thousand years had she imagined she’d see Melissa, the intense and intelligent young woman she knew, standing nearly naked in her own workplace. But even more unlikely than that was seeing her standing there wearing nothing but a big white diaper, one that was drooping as though used as well.

“Melissa, what the hell are you doing?!” she exclaimed.

Melissa stuck her tongue out slightly and bit down on it, smiling slightly as she blew a little raspberry, sending spittle dripping down her chin. Now Sandra was able to look beyond the woman’s bare boobs to see that something was seriously amiss here. Melissa’s face was different. It was as though all her muscles had relaxed and her whole expression seemed idiotic. Her shoulders were slumped and her hair was an absolute mess. Yet she stood there happily blowing childish raspberries at her and wiggling her bare toes together.

“Jesus Christ Melissa are you okay?” Sandra asked, now fearing her friend had been drugged and raped somewhere in the library.

Melissa’s tongue slipped back into her mouth. “Missy got dumb!” she announced, giggling like she’d told a wonderful secret to her friend.

“Missy... er, Melissa, I think someone’s drugged you. We need to get you help,” Sandra said, slowly moving towards the woman, as though afraid she might bite if she moved too quickly.

Missy nodded now. “Uh-huh, Missy gots an owie on my arm. Den he used the funny head thingy ‘n I got sooo siwwy!”

Sandra didn’t even try to make sense of what the poor drugged girl was saying. She just wanted to get her some help and then catch the son of a bitch who gave her a roofie or some ecstasy or whatever she was high on. She reached out her hand and let Melissa take it, leading her into the study room. But she’d barely stepped inside when the mind-altered girl thrust her arms tightly around her, squeezing her in an awkward cuddle.

For a brief second all Sandra could think of was how uncomfortable she was having a woman’s bare breasts pressed up against her. Then she felt the metal halo pressing across her head. She twisted to see the man behind her but she couldn’t get loose. Melissa had too string a hold on her. She twisted left and right and she started to scream, “Let go of me! Somebody help me!” but her assailant had already closed the door.

“Shh, it’s okay dear. There’s no point in struggling. You’ll feel soo much better in a moment,” the deep voice crooned to her.

“Sandy gonna get dumb like me. We gonna have funs!” Melissa assured her, still grinning at her with those drooly lips only inches away.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” Sandra roared, trying to break free with all her might.

The two cold metal prongs touching her temples warmed up and energy, tingling energy blasted into her skull. What she felt was triple the intensity of what Melissa had experienced. The device was turned all the way up to full power now and the mind-shattering sensation she felt was beyond description. The closest thing too it would have been having multiple orgasms at once. Sandra stopped her struggling instantly. Her screams died in her throat and instead she was moaning, sighing with absolute bliss.

Sandra felt her thoughts of escape, of anger and fear just simply disintegrate. All the Latin words she’d spent the last several hours memorising were gone in a millisecond. In fact Latin was gone in less than a second and English wasn’t far behind. All her book learning right back to kindergarten, back to nursery school, was being scrambled and obliterated until there was nothing left. Synapses were broken, neurons vaporised, wrinkles on her brain smoothed out. Sandra could feel it all, could feel herself losing everything that made her who she was, everything except the memory of who she was.

When the device powered down only seconds had passed, but for Sandra those seconds had changed her life forever. Sandra still knew who she was. She remembered being an intelligent, independent young woman with great promise and top grades. She remembered caring a lot about these big important ideals and wanting to work for them. But she knew with absolute certainty that she couldn’t do any of those things anymore. Sandy wasn’t smart no more at all. Sandy was a silly-billy dumb-dumb and her head was a fuzzy haze of nothingness.

Sandy’s motor skills were all but non-existent. She felt dizzy, like she was on a boat. She dropped to a squatting position as soon as Missy let her go. It was much easier to squat like that. Sandy felt nice going squat-squats. In fact she felt funny in her tummy and then all this warm stuff was around her bum and it made her heavy and she sit down, make big squishies. She likes that a lot. The squishies are all warm. Sandy kicks her legs cuz she feels so nice and happy now. She remembers being a big smart person but she’s glad she isn’t no more. Her sandals go flying off her footsies and she grabs at her feet and play with the toes. She feels sooo much happier now. She was worried ‘bout thingies and now she not. Now she just happy and play and not think ‘bout nothin’.

Man she don’t know talking to her now. She don’t know what he’s sayin’. Sandy ‘members talking but she don’t have a clue how to anymore. She opens her mouth and makes noises at the man. She don’t know what noises she makes, just happy noises to show him she glad to be dumb. She knows she dumb, but that’s about it. With each passing moment she’s less sure what that means, what anything means.

The girl she knows takes off her clothes for her. She thinks she knows the girl’s name but she can’t remember it in her head. In fact Sandy isn’t sure what her own name is either. It feels good getting shirt and bra off. She isn’t sure what the jiggly things over her tummy are. She thinks boys used to like them when she was smart. They had a name, but she doesn’t remember it. The girl takes off her skirt and panties. They all messy and it’s stinky now. The girl giggly and say things to her, but she not understand. Girl cleans her bum and Sandy smell her toes wiggle them cuz they interesting. Girl puts a fluffy nice thing on her. It’s white and comfy and she like it a lot. She pats at the cuddly fluffy and feel with hands. It getting warm now and she feel relaxed under her tummy. For a second she thinks she’s going tinkles. Then she wonder what that means. Oh well, feels real nice. She likes tinkles.

**

Issam was more than pleased with the outcome of the first girl’s full dumbing down. She was grinning like a complete moron now, creeping around on all fours in a drooping wet diaper trying to play with the spilled contents of her purse. He’d watched her poop herself, play with her toes while being changed and now seem perfectly happy to be clothed in nothing but a diaper. She was chewing on her lipstick case, drool coursing down her chin and dripping to her chest to leave a sheen of spittle across her boobies.

“Missy helped! Missy helped!” the other bare-breasted young co-ed was chattering happily as she hopped up and down trying to get his attention.

“Yes, you did very well,” Issam agreed.

Issam noticed that in many ways this new girl had been reduced to an infantile level. The difference being that she likely still recalled being an adult and thought of herself as such. Unfortunately it was difficult to know if that was the case. He decided on the next one he’d tone down the power a notch so he could at least still question her. When he’d tried to talk to this one Sandy had just babbled a steady stream of gibberish back at him.

“Okay Missy, time we moved on,” he said to his helper as she squatted beside the other girl, chewing idly on her hair.

“’Kay,” she mumbled round her drooly strands of hair, rising up and offering her hand to him.

He led her out of the room, leaving Sandy to toddle around repeatedly dropping to her bottom to feel the squish of her wet diaper. He thought about closing the door but decided against it. After all he was looking for panic. Soon there’d be a collection of diaper girls wandering around the library drooling on the books and babbling to each other. That should cause a nice little panic indeed.