You were examining the record, when someone comes from behind and hits you on the head, knocking you out cold. You wake up to find yourself in what looks like a classroom. You look around and see a bunch of other kids your age, dressed in diapers and baby clothes, all strapped into their desks, with pacifiers in their mouths, the type that straps around the head so they couldn't spit them out. You look down and see that you are also strapped to your desk, and are wearing a onesie with the number 1 on it, a big diaper bulge. You feel a pacifier in your mouth, like the other kids. It's then that a teacher comes in. She is massive, over 600 pounds, and has her hair up in a bun and is wearing cat eye glasses, like a stereotypical old teacher from the 50's or 60's. "Good evening, my soon to be big babies, and welcome to your first class. First things first, it's feeding time!" She presses a button behind her desk, and a bunch of mechanical arms come out, holding baby bottles, which attach to your pacifiers, pouring milk into your mouths, the milk tasted somewhat off, but you had no choice but to swallow it, otherwise you would choke. "Now, class, that milk is special, it will..."
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