Rebecca brings you into a room with some strange looking equipment. You cannot for the life of you discern what the machinery is for. In the center of the room is a metal chair. "Please take a seat, and we can get started." You shrug and sit down in the chair.
Immediately metal bands come out of the chair, strapping you to it. Metal arms rip off your clothing, leaving you naked. You start to freak out. "What the hell?! What are you gonna do to me?!" You scream. Rebecca just chuckles. "Oh, not much, just a simple regression." She takes a big white diaper and fastens it around your waist.
She reaches into a nearby cupboard, pulling out a baby bottle filled with a strange formula. She shoves the bottle into your mouth, you try to resist, but the moment the milk hits your tongue, the most luxurious flavour fills your mouth. You drink up the milk until the bottle is empty. "That's a good baby, drinking your baba." Rebecca says condescendingly. "What was in that bottle?" You ask. Rebecca smiles. "Just breast milk, and our secret ingredient-
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