Part1: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/31993855/

Ooh and story ....Gosh this part just makes me feel sooo frikkin snuggly and safe hahaha thanks heaps to  cryo-lithius
Oh and if you want to read it in a slightly better format https://docs.google.com/document/d/.....ov4HOoBzaJY-g/

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When Cryo woke up he found himself in a large metal box. He looked at the four sides. It was certainly a tall box. He was almost six foot and he was sure even stretching to his tallest he wouldn’t be able to reach the top. That’s when he noticed the baby curled up beside him. A small lynx snoring gently and in quite a puddle of her own drool. Suddenly everything flooded back and he reeled in horror. No. It’d just been a dream. Right?

He looked down at himself, and sure enough a pudgy baby body had replaced his toned adult one. He was also in a makeshift diaper, though not the flag he had been put in earlier, this was actually medical gauze probably designed for a large flesh wound that had been repurposed as an absorbent pad for his newfound incontinence. When had they put that on him? Did that mean he’d...Used the flag? He felt queasy and tried to stand. He wanted out of the crate. His legs felt like jelly and he growled at his predicament. Banging on the cold metal surface.

“Oi! Anyone? Let me out?” He yelled startling the Lynx awake.

It took Star a second or two to come to her senses. Ah yes, she’d fallen asleep. For how long? Looked like they’d been put in one of those large Ammo crates. She’d also been, changed, out of the flag she’d been wearing earlier. Guess that was going to be a reoccuring theme. She grimaced at the thought. The bottom of the crate had been lined with a lot of army issue sweaters and t-shirts to create a soft place to sleep. She guessed that was probably all they could hope for right now, The military wasn’t usually geared up for… Her dark humour kicked in as she wiped drool from her chin and watched Cryo bang on the side trying to get someone's attention. Truthfully she’d rather the rest of the squad just leave them alone
“Hey, Cryo? I just realised something.”
Cryo stopped his banging. The Lynx was awake, what was her name again?...Star. That was it. He looked at her questioningly waiting for her to continue.
“I guess we’re infantry now.”
He raised an eyebrow as Star cracked a grin then he turned back to banging on the wall of their makeshift pen.

It was the Jackal, Blake that came into view.
“Ah you’re awake, guess the landing musta woken you both, we’re just taxiing to the hanger and we’ll get you both to medical. Just sit tight, this was the safest place we could think to put you. Sorry about that. I know it’s not ideal.”

Cryo stood on tiptoes. “Hey. How long were we out for?”
Blake shook his head. “Sorry mate. You’re still speaking baby babble to me, Star care to translate?”
Star stood, noticing how much weaker her legs felt, she placed a paw on the wall of the pen to steady herself.
“He asked how long we were out for.”
Blake looked at her blankly for a moment and his ears flattened. “Sorry corporal, looks like you’ve caught up.”
It took Star a moment to realise what Blake meant and she clutched at her throat. Just like that it was over? Did she really just speak baby babble? She flopped back down into the clothes her ears drooping in defeat and pulled a sweater around herself Cryo came and sat beside her.

“Hey, at least we can understand one another right, that’s something at least. It’s important now more than ever to stick together”

Star rolled over, her big baby eyes looking up at him.

“Yeah? For how much longer? I dunno about you but if our abilities are slowly degenerating, when will it stop? My legs are definitely feeling weaker than they were earlier, I bet before long we won't be able to even walk and if they can’t understand us then how do we communicate?”

Blake watched the two regressed soldiers babble among themselves, it was cute, and for a second he wished he had some kids of his own, but he could see they were both frustrated. He had an idea.

“Hey look, From here on in I’ll ask you yes no questions okay. Give me a thumbs up for yes and a thumbs down for no. Got it?”

The sergal and lynx looked up at the adult with determination on their faces and both gave him a thumbs up. He grinned. Progress.

“Great, well medical are expecting you and it appears the plane has come to a stop so we better get a move on.” With that he leaned into the box and easily hoisted Cryo out. Then thinking he grabbed a sweater from the box and wrapped the sweater around the struggling sergal efficiently swaddling him. Cryo had tried to push the giant off of him but the Jackal had barely even registered he was being resisted.

Leaving Cryo helplessly bound on the floor he reached in and grabbed Star. Being in the box, she hadn’t seen what he had done to Cryo but the minute she was clear from the top of the box she could see him all snuggly bundled up she started trying to squirm out of her colleagues grip.

“Come on, don't be a brat. I’m doing this for your own good. It’s cold out there, we’re not in the tropics anymore.” He sighed apologetically.

Blake would have been thankful he could no longer understand the Corporal for the string of expletives she threw at him as again he repeated the procedure and easily had Star bundled up beside the seething Sergal in next to no time. The two of them squirmed on the floor trying to break free from their cocoons but only succeeded in exhausting themselves trying.
“This is such a crock of shit.” Star hissed

It wasn’t long before Star and Cryo found themselves being carried across the hanger and into the main building. Star couldn’t believe she had slept through the whole flight. Cryo accidentally made eye contact with one of the many technicians in the hanger they all looked confused by the presence of the two infants, he blushed and suddenly found himself grateful for the swaddling as he snuggled deeper inside to hide from prying eyes.

The whole squad weaved through the network of corridors until they came to the medical wing. Star and Cryo both looked at one another nervously as a short female Raccoon bustled up to them brimming with energy.

“Hey there! I’m Clara. I run the ship around here.” She looked at the armfull of infants Blake was carrying. She leant in offered up her open arms. “May I?” Gesturing to take the two swaddled soldiers. Blake nodded and handed them over.
“Hey cuties.” She cooed. Star couldn’t help her ears flatten, this woman was lucky she was helplessly bound because Kitten claws were still sharp. Blake tried to step in.
“Ma’am with all due respect. They’re still well..mentally all there.”
The Raccoon nodded in a dismissive sort of way. “Yes yes, of course. Your Superiors will want to debrief you. I will take these two for now and run some tests.”
“Ma’am, also you can communicate with…”
The Raccoon was already turning and heading through the door into the Medical bay. “Thank you Lieutenant. Your superiors are waiting. I best get to work.”

With that she left the rest of the Squad stood out in the corridor. They exchanged glances with one another. Cryo and Star weren’t gonna like that and the team felt bad for suddenly being split from their incapacitated comerads. Blake tried to shout his instructions but the head nurse was already gone. He punched the door in frustration. Cryo and Star were on their own.

The raccoon walked through main medical wing summoning another nurse, a female fox, to follow her. They all went into a side room. The room was fairly sparse but a travel cot with mesh sides and change table had been set up There were some scales on the change table and a few pieces of medical equipment. There were boxes that the two soldiers could see had toys and other baby paraphernalia in.
She settled the swaddled Star into the crib and placed Cryo on the change table. Before unswaddling him she looked to the nurse who held a clipboard.

“Okay, so Cryo Lithius first.” She pulled a tape measure out of a pocket, and unswaddled him. He tried to sit up but she pushed him back down onto the plastic, then proceeded to remove the gauze diaper soon he was blushing and naked on the table.
“If you could just be still for a moment I need to take some measurements.” She said this matter of factly. Cryo guessed if he didn’t fight then it would be over quicker. So he laid still as the nurse extended the tape measure. He chewed on his paw watching as she scribbled some numbers down.

“Approximately 27 inches long.” She picked him up and weighed him. “Eighteen pounds in weight” She brought out a little chart. “Interesting. That would put you in the approximate age group of a six month old baby, but your functioning higher than that, for now. Can you follow my finger?”

She moved her finger up and down and side to side and Cryo watched her every move as if his life depended on it. He didn’t like the way she was talking. Would his skills continue to reduce until he could only function as a six month old baby? What could six month olds even do? He had no clue. Children hadn’t really been a concern for him until now he actually was one. No. No he wasn’t one and he shouldn’t be thinking like that. He drooled down his chin as he continued to chew his paw, not really recognising the infantile behaviour he was displaying.

“Now I just need to take your temperature.” She said as she flipped Cryo over and gently pulled his tail up and before he could really begin protesting a thermometer was inserted up his butt. He squawked in surprise and froze at the intrusion, blushing furiously. The room descended into silence.

Star couldn’t see what was going on, she had been settled on her back and the swaddling prevented her from rolling over, but she could hear every word. She wished she’d been picked first because at least she wouldn’t have known what was about to happen to her, but laying there all bundled up knowing she was going to be put through the same thing felt like psychological torture to her.

“Temperature is perfectly normal. Now let's get you dressed” The raccoon smiled sweetly down at Cryo as she gave his tummy a little tickle. He swore at her but she couldn’t understand so just chuckled lightly as she bent down under the changing table for a second and then came up with a disposable nappy. It had simplified sesame street characters on it. Cryo suddenly started crying. A proper loud wailing and he couldn’t stop it. He felt so embarrassed, so helpless. Wearing the flag, even the medical gauze, they had been functional, served a purpose. But seeing the childish undergarment held up, seeing the primary colours and how thick they looked. The whole baby thing was suddenly hammering home.

“Awwww, it’s okay sweetie. Don’t worry okay. It’ll be alright.” The nurse cooed as she unfolded the diaper gathered the crying soldiers feet up with one paw and lifted him up. Sliding the disposable under him she then produced a bottle of baby powder and lightly dusted him. This caused his wails to become louder. Great now he even smelled like a baby.

He started to put up a fight, squirmed in her grip, thrashed around as much as he could but his legs were held fast, she lowered him onto the thick padding, pulled it up between his legs and fixed the tapes efficiently. It was done. Sealed into his fate he continued to cry as she then pulled a blue vest out from under the table and pulling him into a sitting position she pulled it over his head then pushing him back down onto his back she tugged the shirt down. It was then that he realised it wasn’t a shirt it had buttons along the bottom. She pulled the back of the shirt up between his legs and fastened the buttons at the crotch. He was sealed in. He stopped crying. At least dressed like this he couldn’t really see the diaper. That was a weird blessing. He could certainly feel it though, the padding was much thicker than the gauze or flag, in fairness this was the first actual pretty diaper he had been put in. It was at least...more comfortable than the previous two. The outfit was a little baggy on him. He went back to chewing on his paw, feeling confused. His paw was gently pulled out of his mouth and something rubbery filled his mouth. Instinctively he suckled on it, not realising he had just been given a pacifier. He felt calmer, safer. He looked cross eyed, trying to focus on what was in his muzzle, causing both nurses to giggle. He giggled a little bit too. Had he done something funny? He saw the pacifier and understood what it was, but continued to suck on it anyway as he was lifted and deposited into the cot with Star. Noticing a few soft blocks in the travel cot he stretched out to reach one.

She saw Cryo sat there, sucking on a pacifier dressed like a baby, he looked so content, almost innocent as he reached for the baby block. Star panicked.

“You still in there?” Cryo looked at her confused for a second and he blinked concern suddenly on his face as he spat the pacifier out. What had he been doing? Before he could answer though the swaddled Star was plucked from the mesh travel cot and deposited onto the change table.

She could already feel herself trembling as the army sweater was unfolded.
“Uh oh, looks like someone’s been a busy bee.” The Raccoon held up the sweater showing that it had been significantly soaked. Star’s ears flattened. This was not off to a good start. She was stripped of the sodden gauze diaper pretty efficiently and before the measuring commenced a few baby wipes cleaned her up. She squirmed as they invaded her privacy and tried to hide behind her paws, as if not being able to see what was happening would somehow make it less real, at least she wouldn’t be able to see the fox and raccoon looking down at her in that weird maternal way they were doing.

Soon Star was naked on the changing table, Clara extended the measuring tape, Star held her breath. Please don’t be younger that Cryo. She saw how he was a moment ago, he was clearly beginning to lose more than just his coordination. It terrified her.

“Anastasia Bryce, 25 inches.” The fox jotted the info down as star was lowered onto the baby weighing scales “fifteen pounds” Star’s heart sank, that sounded less than Cryo, but he was male and she was female so that possibly played a part. The chart was consulted again. “It’s hard to tell, Corporal Bryce normally would be five foot tall so we already know her growth is below the average national height. Her infant age could be around the same age as Cryo Lithius, It could be slightly older or slightly younger. For simplicity sake let’s mark her down the same for now, with later observations we can adjust our estimates.”

Star didn’t like how they were talking about her as if she wasn’t there or couldn’t understand. She tried to sit up but was pushed back down. Star wanted to get her point across so stuck her middle finger up at the nurse. She burst out laughing, “Go on, do that again.” The nurse laughed some more and Star happily obliged with both paws, as she growled her ears flattened against her skull.

Clara whipped a phone out of her pocket and with a click took a picture. She looked at it, then showed it to the Fox nurse who also continued to laugh. Star’s pride was well and truly in tatters, her bottom lip trembled as tears of anger sprung to her eyes. She wasn’t some novelty here to provide entertainment. She rolled over onto her front whilst the two nurses continued to laugh.

She was out of here. Rolling a second time she purposefully rolled clean off the changing mat, positioned herself to land on her feet during the short drop but on landing her legs gave way and she just crumpled into a heap. Shocked and winded, she gasped as she tried to pull herself up but she was already being scooped up, the nurse fussing over her.

“Oh goodness sweetie, what on earth do you think you were doing. Are you hurt.”
Star just glared, her heart hammering in her chest, well, her little escape plan hadn’t lasted very long. She looked down at her feet. She should have made that landing no problem. Had her balance gone already? What if she now couldn’t walk. Her legs had been really weak back on the plane and that must have been half an hour ago by now. She suddenly felt sick and she was placed back up on the change table.

Her will to fight was momentarily gone as she allowed herself to be flipped over, it wasn’t as if she could fight it anyway, look at these folk, The raccoon, the fox, they towered over her, what hope did she have, she couldn’t over power them, heck she couldn’t even currently keep her own pants dry. The thermometer being inserted into her snapped her back to reality and she started to cry. A few moments later Clara removed it.

“There, all done. Such a brave little Kitten. No need to cry. Now I need you to follow my finger look here. Sweetie, look at me. Follow my finger. Bryce? Corporal Bryce?”

Star just continued to cry. She didn't want this to be happening, yesterday she’d been thinking about completing the mission, about how she’d soon be going home, she had new parts for her scooter she was going to tinker in her workshop all weekend, have a few beers with the guys. Was her old life over? Was this fixable? Her crying got louder. The bulb of a pacifier was pushed into her open mouth and instinctively as had Cryo, she began to suck. It quieted her down as a light was shone into her eyes.

“Corporal Bryce seems unresponsive to orders, perhaps her regression is more advanced, perhaps she is indeed younger than Lithius.” Star froze. No, that wasn’t right. She shook her head but Clara was already ducking under the table to produce a disposable nappy of the same design as Cryosand pink onesie. Oh great, even gender stereotyping. Star didn’t want to wear pink.

Star continued to shake her head, still sucking on her new pacifier she gave Clara the thumbs down gesture hoping the Nurse would understand as Stars paws were gathered up and she found herself being properly diapered like a real infant for the first time in twenty four years, dusted with powder and soon snuggly taped into the offending infantile garments, dressed and deposited back in the crib with Cryo. It had all been done so efficiently that Star felt dazed.

As she was lowered Star tried to stand up, but once the paws holding her up released her, her legs gave way under her again.Guess that was that then, her legs would no longer support her, strike another ability off the list. She crawled over to Cryo. He had managed to pull the poppers apart on his onesie and was poking at the colourful cartoon characters on his fresh diaper a look of concentration on his face, marred by the fact he was drooling quite heavily.

“Cwyo?” Star lisped behind her dummy. He looked up and saw a new playmate. Someone was here to play with him. He squealed happily tried to crawl over but ended up flopping onto his front.
Star giggled as Cryo flopped over his big fluffy tail swooshed by her and her eyes went wide. Gosh that looked soooo good to chew on. She batted at his tail and Cryo grabbed at one of the baby blocks and started chewing on it. Star giggled lightly as the tail kept coming in and out of reach. This was a fun game and she lost herself trying to grab the elusive creature


Cryo chewed at the block, it felt good on his gums, then he paused. Laying on his front like this felt familiar...Memories of army training flooded his senses, was he doing push ups? He straightened out his arms pushing himself into a crawling position, albeit shakily. He saw Star looking at him as he swished his tail out of her reach what was she doing with that?

He looked back at her horrified seeing her dressed like that, in a cute pink baby onesie her big eyes wide, there was even drool running down her chin. She just looked so infantile. That’s when he realised his own chin was covered in drool. Cursing he hurriedly scrubbed it away with the back of his paw.

“You gotta snap out of it. Star!” He barked at her, fear thrilling through him. That innocent look blinked out of Stars eyes and she barrelled into him hugging him tight as she began to cry..

“I thought you were gone already. Don’t do that to me man, stay focused okay”
He could feel her trembling as she hugged him, or perhaps it was him that was shaking. This wasn’t looking good for either of them.

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Lieutenant Blake, the Jackal and Corporal Trisha Brooks, the beaver, sat in front of their superiors dumbfounded. It was Blake who spoke. Slowly, just to make sure he had understood his new instructions.
“Sir just to repeat. Myself and Corporal Brooks here, we are to become custodians of Star and Cryo? No offense sir but well…If they have regressed back to infants should they not be placed with their next of kin?”
The large, stern faced Doberman sat behind the desk templed his claws together.

“We cannot do that at this current time. Bryce and Lithius must be under military surveillance for the foreseeable future, therefore we will be informing their next of kin that the two are currently Missing in Action. During this time we need colleagues they can trust. We decided on one member of each unit would form a family unit for the time being until we can ascertain whether the two soldiers situation is reversible or not. After reading the profiles of the two teams it was deemed that you two would be the best candidates for the job. Neither of you currently have dependants which will make this a tidier process. We will provide suitable lodgings and equipment and there will be a team of experts we will put together to help in any way they can. We cannot force you into this situation but I’m sure your work colleagues will appreciate knowing you’ve been looking out for them.”


Blake pinched the bridge of his muzzle. Sure he thought they were cute and all and he wanted to help out, but this was going to seriously cramp his style for who knew how long. Corporal Brooks shot to her feet, saluting.

“Sir, It would be an honor to assist in any capacity I can.”

Blake stared up at her. Just like that? She had made up her mind that quickly? Didn’t she understand what this was going to entail. He’d basically be playing daddy to a work mate. A workmate who he was supposed to be having beers with down the local on Saturday. Wasn’t that weird? But seeing the determination, the focus in Brooks eyes…. The jackal sighed, stood up and produced a less enthusiastic salute.
“Count me in too sir”

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The summer sun felt good as Blake stretched out in his lawn lounger, A beer on the little garden table to one side. The playpen had been moved out into the garden so the two sprogs could get a little sun this early afternoon. It had been six months since the assignment had begun and whilst he had had his reservations to begin with, any fears had been well and truly quashed. He was on double pay, had been given a nice house just on the outskirts of the base and all he really had to do was look out for the kids. Sure there were sleepless nights to contend with when the kids needed feeding or changing or were just being fussy, but compared to a lot of assignments he’d been given...Yup Blake had lucked out on this one.

His eyes rested on Trisha as she leant over the playpen and plucked one of the babies up. He took a sip of beer while watching her, an almost predatory smile on his face. It had been three months into the assignment when the two of them had just...Clicked. Well they were in an oddly extreme predicament together, suddenly being paid to play house, it hadn’t meant to happen but they just worked so well together and it turned out they had a lot in common too. So yeah they were dating and more, yep they were very much in love. Playing the happily married couple seemed to suit them both.

He could hear Lizzie squalling and looked at his watch. Yeah it probably was time for the pair to be fed in fairness. The two adults had agreed to rename Star and Cryo thinking of them as the two capable military personnel made things weird to begin with, so they’d been renamed Lizzie and Fenix.

Within days of the assignment beginning, the thumbs up, thumbs down hand signals had become sporadic at best and by the end of the week had stopped altogether. Cat scans, MRI scans, test after test pretty much confirmed that the two soldiers mentalities had bounced in around the five six month old mark. The worrying thing was that six months later down the line they still hadn’t progressed any, no weight gain but no weight loss either. Lizzie could roll around a bit better than Fenix could, but then they always said girls progressed faster than boys. The kids didn’t seem to care. They just seemed so bright and giggly. He’d grown quickly very fond of the pair of them. Just two happy bubbly infants who were constantly happy to see their Mama and Dada and who were so easily entertained that it just made Blake grin from ear to ear.

Trisha settled down beside him. “What are you smiling for?” She nudged him out of his thinking and smiled back at him. Cradling an infant in each arm. He shifted up to make room for her as she pulled pillows off of the lounger he was on and settled one child on each pillow. Pulling them closer. They were both fussing by this point and she worked quickly unbuttoning her blouse and pulling the two squirming infants towards her milk laden breasts. The fussing instantly subsided as the the new infants instinctively latched on and nursed. She sighed at the pressure relief. She had been given hormones to induce lactation and she was fine with that, but by gosh it had kicked her maternal instincts into overdrive. She loved her kids, and would do anything to keep them like this. She’d never had time for a family, had never really considered one up until all this had happened to her now she couldn’t think of anything else.

She looked tenderly down on the two as they treadled her chestfur with their little mittened paws, kneading her bosoms to encourage the milk flow.

Her big blue eyes looked up at her Mama as she gulped down another mouthful of milk. She saw Mama smiling and she smiled back,then spluttered a bit as she lost concentration in what she was doing, returning back to feeding a purrrr rumbling through her. Her bootied paws kicked out randomly as she drank her fill.

He was full, but he continued drinking, not really understanding the concept of full, confused he began sucking on his soft mittened paw, something was wrong, it wasn’t working anymore, he fussed for a moment suddenly feeling bloated, he wiggled in frustration, a whimper bubbling up.

“Oh! I think this one is done. You wanna do the honors” Trisha plucked the tiny Sergal from her, instantly Fenix started fussing but he was swiftly handed to Blake who draped the little lad over a towel he had placed on his lap and began rubbing his back in round rhythmic motions. Moments later Blakes efforts were rewarded with a loud watery belch as the baby regurgitated some of his afternoon feed and then a long loud sloppy fart as he filled his pampers. Blake laughed.

“Whoa there boy. That’s some impressive acoustics. In one end out the other huh?”

The adults laughed. Fenix just squirmed on his Dadas lap not really understanding what he’d done as he chewed at his mittened paw. Laying flat on his stomach like this, a random memory briefly swam up to the surface. He was training for something, push ups! A flicker of recognition and then he was being held aloft, his Dadas face swam into view and he squirmed excitedly letting out a happy high pitched squeal.

“Let’s get you cleaned up champ.”

Trisha watched as the two new men in her life headed back inside the house. Lizzie had fallen asleep mid feed and the beaver mum could feel the quiet purr of the tiny kitten slowly ebb as the infant dropped deeper into slumber. She didn’t know how long this would last, or whether the two kids would remember any of this if they were somehow reverted back to normal. But Trisha knew she’d always treasure these memories. She sat there a little while longer in the summer sun listening to the birds. This was not the soldiers life she had expected, but she wouldn’t change it for the world.