Macgyver was nervous as he was lead into the large camp that adult babies were being sentenced to. He had heard the stories and rumors but didn't realize that they were real. As he was guided none too gently by the three armed rottwieler guards the heaviness of his situation set in. They got to a long hallway with the word 'PROCESSING' written in big red letters on a white sign on the door at the end of the hallway. One of the guards opened the door with a keycard before the electronic click sounded that foretold that the magnetic lock had been disengaged. 

   Macgyver tried to struggle when he saw the room with the gurney and table straps. The lead guard pushed a button on the table causing it to slowly become verticle. As soon as it stopped moving the other two guards pushed the helpless fur against the surface. He tried to squirm but a solid punch to his stomach sapped his resistance quickly. With effeciency the to canines buckled him in. They stepped back as the third guard pressed another button and moved the table horizontal again. The fox lamented and protested as he looked up at the lights of the ceiling. He heard a hissing noise for a few seconds as the lead guard loomed over him, a cruel grin on his face. "Burn in hell, sicko," he grunted as he secured a clear plastic respirtory mask over his face. Macgyver's nose tingled and his eyes watered as the poisonous gas seeped in. He lost track of time as he noticed the overhead tiles began to seem so far away. He smiled as he thought about it being so funny. Then his eyes fluttered shut.

   The darkness was interupted suddenly. He was on a large conveyor belt moving along at a slow but stedy pace. "Where am I," he asked aloud. He looked around at what seemed to be some kind of factory. There were machines that were making electronic beeps and funny looking spider-like machines that buzzed around on zip cables that criss crossed the ceiling. After a few seconds an alarm was sounded, "Wetness Alert! Wetness Alert!" echoed from somewhere within the building from an electronic voice. The warning sounded three more times as the spider-like machines, who's 'hands' were covered by cartoon-like white gloves decended upon the young fox like a nightmarish murder of white crows. They quickly tore Macgyver's clothes off, revealing his soiled adult diaper. The hands then ripped the nasty garment from the young fox. "Processing! Processing!" The voice said again as the conveyor belt moved faster. The naked fox looked for a place to jump off but the conveyor belt was at least 25 feet above the factory floor. He saw that the conveyor belt was leading him to the enterance of a large machine. He couldn't run fast enough in the opposite dirction though he tried. Darkness swallowed him as he felt ice cold water cascading over him. The chill sent a shock to his system. The flow that completely drenched him seemed to go on forever but lasted only about 30 seconds. The belt moved him back into the light of the factory. It seemed a lot smaller before. Macgyver looked at his paws. They were tiny like a toddler's! Quickly he looked himself over. Everything was like the body of a 1 year old. He couldn't believe it! Somehow he had been regressed to the body of a baby.

   He saw the spider machine above him come back, the cartoony gloved 'hands' had some strange hose running up into metallic box-like body. Two of the four 'hands' pinned the babyfur down while the third grabbed his tail, forcing it up to expose his little asshole. the fourth stuck the hose mercilessly into his rectum. Macgyver squirmed and cried in a mix of fear and pain. The machine didn't care as hot water flowed down into the vulpine's ass. It burned him as the water continued to pump into his colon. The tube then began vibrating, causing the water to swirl and slosh inside him. Just when the pressure was almost too great, the hose reversed, suctioning out the water and the contents of his colon. The brownish water flowed back up into the machine. A small pair of doors open on the mechanical spider. Two of the hands reach in and retrieve some powder and a diaper. The hand with the powder dabs a small puff of the white dust onto the fox's rump as the other lays out the diaper onto his rear. Quickly, he has a new diaper on his clean little bottom. 

   He was picked up and whisked off into the air. He saw his destination down below on the factory floor. It was a large playpen with at least three dozen different toys to chew and play with. With a childish coo, the little fox began playing with the toys. He nibbled on them. He tossed them around the pen. After about 45 minutes the electronic voice called over the factory floor, "Hygene Protocol! Hygene Protocol!" One of the zipline spiders returned, picking up Macgyver in it's cartoony hands and taking him to a vat of soapy water. The hands removed his diaper, setting him waist deep in the warm water. He saw three brushes on legs emerge from the water like some kind of metal swamp creatures. Before he could cry out, they were upon him, brushing his fur with quick motions. The cleaning hurt and scared the cub, making him cry. The uncaring machines continued, ignoring his plea. The spider above him squirted the babyfur with a tar like shampoo. It was completely safe though the stuff was cold and thick. Every inch of fur was scrubbed with the brushes and shampoo. The spider made a strange noise as a spout from the center of it's flat underside became visible, spraying warm water down into the fox. When the last of the shampoo was washed from his fur he was picked up by the machine, the sudden jolt of being picked up making him a little dizzy. He was place on a metal table with various objects like a baby bottle, stacks of diapers, and a plastic bottle of baby powder. He cooed as he was changed. The bottle was picked up by one of the gloved hands. It was then tilted and pushed into the fox's mouth. The warm formula washing over Macgywer's tongue and into his hungry belly. The babyfur relaxed as he had a new diaper readied, oil,lotion, rash cream, and baby powder being applied once more. He finished the bottle off. As soon as the machine detected this, the hands rolled him over, patting his back. he let out a loud burp. The hands then picking him up once more and placed him in a crib. The spider hovered above him as it began to play lulliby music while it projected a hologram of a crib mobile with various goofy looking planes, clouds, and other objects. The machine played with Macgyver for an hour before he finally went to sleep. 

   His dreams were interupted as the electronic voice announced "Wetness Alert! Wetness Alert!". The spider yanked him out of the crib to the changing area. His diaper was removed and wet wipes were used to clean the mess from him. He was held down while a rectal thermometer was slid into his bum. It was cold and uncomfortable feeling but wasn't in him long. "Intitating Hygene Protocol1 Initating Hygene Protocol!" the voice called out again. He was picked up and wizzed over to the tub again. This time wasn't quite as bad or scary since he knew what would happen. The brushing was over with soon enough as he was picked up and dryied off with a soft, warm towel. Being changed again he was fed a second bottle for dinner.

   The spider rolled him over a second time, patting his back to make him burp once more. Macgyver felt sleepy as the hands picked him up and placed into the crib once more. He started to snooze feeling happy and safe. In his relaxed state, he wet himself again.

   Outside of Macgyver's dream state the guards watched as the new gas mixture took it's time performing the execution. "It's been ten minutes and we have others needing to be processed. What is taking so long?"

   "I'm not sure," the lead guard explained, "I think the ratio is off. Fuck it!" The rottwieler pulled his sidearm, a Springfield XM, chambered a round, and placed the barrel next to the fox's temple. He cocked the hammer, pulled the trigger, and ended Macgyver's dream and existance.

                                          The End