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Infected: National Telecast The White House spokeswoman stands behind the podium preparing to make a statement on the Viral infection that’s caused most of the world to take pause and reflect on an entirely new world… What started out in Germany as a localized issue was initially dismissed as some sort of fetish (we all know how wild those Germans can be when it comes to their sexual preferences.) has spread across the globe and the latest news from the WHO is that a third strain has reared its ugly head… IVX (now known as IVXa) affects only women just as the follow up strains between the age of 18 and 59. Despite a year of testing and work for a cure or at least a vaccine to protect those uninfected the virus has continued to run rampant. In what most people refer to as the “Bimbo Virus”, IVXa works behind the scenes on the infected until the mental and biological changes are severe enough that the victim seeks medical attention. Most women are too ashamed to seek early treatment. You can’t blame them as the signs and symptoms are as follows: Marked drop in mental acumen. Hair color changes (the most severe cases being platinum blonde) Body hair changes (eventually every case finds all hair follicles dead below the neck) Breast growth Buttocks growth Lip changes Sexual appetite increases Most women that seek medical attention require no formal testing as the signature “tell” of the virus is noted in the excessive vaginal leaking due to multiple orgasms even without any purposeful stimulation. Embarrassingly, the medical community colloquially refers to this finding as the “Grool Test”. Then there is IVXb. While “a” turns women into bubble butted, big breasted airheads, this strain has an almost opposite effect. These women find themselves regressing mentally and in some ways physically a small step at a time. What starts out as an oral fixation slowly transforms into the occasional nighttime bed wetting, a need for an unaffected adult to “discipline” them, and at the end stages totally depended upon diapers and an adult caretaker. By the time that a “b” virus victim “baby” thinks to seek treatment, they are already wearing pull-ups during the day due to urinary continence failures. If there is a “silver lining” to the B virus it is that along with all of the mental and physical signs, the victim will lose weight and height which not only makes caretaking easier but it also leaves a lot of options available for clothing since the victims seem to all fixate on “cute” clothing like what a toddler would want to wear. While most women can tell what version of the virus they are infected with, the early stages show many similarities. The oral fixation, loss or thinning of body hair, and even “damp” panties. This leaves women struggling with which version they’d rather be. Babbling baby… or head bobbing bimbo… “Ladies and gentlemen we are ready to begin.” Allison Perkins, White Spokeswoman says to the room full of media. At the moment she is one of the youngest people to fill this role, and what a hard time to be in this position.. She is 34 years old, dark brown hair, 5’7”, 135lbs, brown eyes and a magnificent figure. She has that “girl next door” look but you can tell she’s very intelligent too. She’s wearing a powder blue business suit with pleated skirt, white button up, and matching high heels. She looks 100% confident as she reviews the room. While the men look at her intently, it is the women in the room that gets her attention. As the virus has progressed she has watched more and more of the women in media either get replaced by uninfected women, men, or the sad slide towards whichever strain slowly overtakes them. Today she notes that another “usual” has been replaced by a cute blonde reporter. Directly in front of her she sees a former colleague from her own time in the media focused on the sucker in her mouth while she absentmindedly curls one of her light blonde curls around her finger. “Poor Jennifer” she thinks to herself. Just last week she was still light brown and holding up pretty well. Now she seems to be gyrating on her chair while her newly colored green eyes dart from crotch to crotch of the secret service members standing next to the President. Allison wondered which strain each of the women in her life would end up with, Jennifer clearly has the “a” strain. Probably another week and she won’t be able to function with all of the males in the room. A male reporter takes his seat next to her and her eyes widen, breath quickens, and she turns her enhanced bust towards him, clearly flirting. “Allison? We’re ready.” She heads in her earpiece reminding her to get back to the press conference. “Ladies and Gentlemen, as the virus continues infecting women across the globe, we wanted to discuss some new findings and results from our medical experts.” A screen lights up to the right of the podium showing a research doctor in a generic office setting. He begins discussing the latest numbers of infected and how they are working tirelessly to help stop the spread or at least slow the symptoms in those that are already infected. Allison listens carefully as he explains the failure of a cure, or vaccine however the “treatments” available for the “Bimbo” strain are enough to take her breath away… She’s no stranger to these treatments as she’s had the inside track due to her close work with the President but to hear a doctor speak so plainly and openly about it causes her to have an audible gasp. As if turning into a mindless bimbo wasn’t enough the virus’ cruel joke on womankind is that the only way to slow the progression is by degrading sexual stimulation. The more lewd, the better it seems in a twist of fate. “In a nutshell if you pardon the pun, the best results are from semen directly implanted into the anus, followed by ingesting it. Vaginal insertion seems to have minimal effect however there are reports that rubbing semen into the skin seems to be more effective than vaginal insertion.” Allison hears the President groan behind her and looks back to see her friend and boss Marylyn Goodwin shaking her head back and forth at the lewd suggestions. As a staunch defender of morality and conservatism the doctor’s suggestions of anal sex and rubbing cum on all over your body is more than she can take. “As you can see the data speaks for itself. As a woman I understand how disturbing all of this sounds. I for one couldn’t imagine having to make the choice of degrading myself with semen… uh.. deposits or turning into a… Well, you know.” She stops short as she hears a faint moan come from the crowd, looking down at the front row she sees Jennifer with her hand between her legs clearly rubbing her sex to orgasm. Her head leaned back, face flush, biting her lower lip! The room goes silent until she comes down from her orgasmic high and then she looks around the room. “Oh.. *giggles* “Sorry about that… ummmm all the talk about cum just.. got my little pussy all excited!” She laughs again and then after the initial “release” wears off she blushes and looks down at her lap saying “I’m so sorry.. I.. please continue.” “This…” President Goodwin steps forward speaking “This is the hard truth behind this terrible disease. While I haven’t known Jennifer for as long as the rest of you.. to see a bright, professional, dedicated woman have bouts of uncontrolled sexual outbursts followed by the shame of her body’s response.. well… it’s just awful.” She looks down at Jennifer for effect “There is nothing to be ashamed of.” “Thank you Madam President.” Jennifer says with a slight smile. The President steps to the podium and begins to speak about the “b” strain when she looks at the tablet to see that an update has been added to the “a” strain. She reads it and then rolls her eyes before steadying herself. “Ladies and Gentlemen, there is a last minute update to the report on the “a” strain that … Well, I’ll read it word for word, remember that these are *NOT* my words.” Marylyn’s face is pink with embarrassment as she begins reading: “With regard to the rubbing of semen onto the skin, we are sorry to announce that while we thought rubbing it directly into the skin worked, it is actually only effective when rubbed into breast tissues. The study group of women that reported this finding were sadly far enough along in the viral progression that they only thought to rub it on their breasts for further stimulation.” Jaws dropped in the room, well except for Jennifer who had pulled her blouse away from her recently fuller breasts and giggled thinking about rubbing her nipples with fresh cum. An aide in the back of the room started crying as she received her diagnosis just this morning and now she will one day become addicted to semen. “Any questions?” Allison says stepping back to the microphone with a glance from Marylyn. They have an unspoken rule that the President shouldn’t speak about the “Bimbo strain” anymore than she has to in public. Allison told her months ago that it is “beneath her office.” For the leader of the free world to talk about semen and anal sex… “Yes, there was a study out of Europe that mentioned any type of anal stimulation would at least alleviate some of the symptoms of the virus. Any truth to that?” The male report from CNN asks. “Partly.. While anal stimulation will offset the loss of focus that the virus causes in infected women, that very stimulation obviously leads to more sexual frustration and an eventual breakthrough.” Allison explains before giving the President the podium for her portion of the update. Marylyn calls on the next reporter. It’s Debra Epperson, her demeanor has completely changed since she was stricken with the “b” virus and looks more like a scared tween than a grown woman with her hand slightly raised and looking at her Hello Kitty notepad, clearly a result of wanting more “childish” or “pretty” things. Even her outfit looks like it was put together by a little girl instead of a professional. White pleated skirt, pink sweater with a sequined cartoon sunflower and her hair in a high ponytail. “Oh! Me.. ummm..” she stands up like a schoolgirl getting called on in class.. “When you say breakthrough, like what exactly does that m..mean.?” Debra Epperson meekly stammers out almost too scared to speak; nervously twisting back and forth eyes down towards the floor… Marylyn mentally rolls her eyes at the question but reminds herself that Debra can’t help but ask repetitive questions due to her condition. “A breakthrough is best described as when a “b” virus victim for instance, is for the most part, able to function normally, but as the hours move by the virus causes a childlike episode that even a “big girl” like you can’t help.” “Like when I.. uh.. I mean if a girl wets her bed and her husband makes her wear diapers?” She says telling on herself. “That’s right! The girl you are talking about can’t help it can she? But then she’s right back to being a big girl in panties in no time right?” Allison winces at the comment from her boss. Marylyn didn’t notice but poor Debra’s pleated skirt is a little more puffed out than normal, a sure sign of a diapered bottom beneath. Debra sniffles a few times and then wipes her tears shaking her head “N.. no… I … he… I wet my panties yesterday at work and he… he took all my big girl panties away.. even my training panties are g..gone.” She starts crying again and a male member of the White House staff walks over and takes her hand leading her out of the room to calm down. “I’m so sorry dear.” Marylyn says to the smaller woman exiting the room. Marylyn studies the crowd to recompose herself… she adjusts her blazer and then smooths her pencil skirt.. something she takes pride in. Her skirts… All of the stores and fashion magazines are pushing pleated these days. Something to help a “b” victim hide their childish underwear or an “a” hide their ever increasing curves. Marylyn so far shows no sign of any infection, and of course EVERYONE is watching for a sign. The men (and women) all look at the females in the room wandering who is infected, which strain do they have? Most of the females are at a point that they can’t hide it anymore. Former busty beauties reduced down to 5’ tall petite girls that could pass as their husband’s diapered child or on the other hand a cross country runner that now gives Jessica Rabbit a run for her money on sexual energy and dimensions. But not Marylyn… she’s standing at the podium in a maroon skirt suit, black button up shirt, black nylons, and maroon shoes. Her black hair is worn down in a stylish curl… Does she have curves? Certainly! She’s always been a shapely woman but she’s the same now as before so it must not be “a” strain, her lack of bright colors or thick underwear means no “b” strain: Somehow she’s avoided the virus altogether. “I’m sorry for that, I wanted to give everyone time to recover from poor Debra’s dilemma. Let’s move on to the “b” virus since we’re already on that subject.” The monitor changes to another graphic but with details about IVXb. “As you can see there are not many changes in this strain. Young women having their adulthood slowly stripped away both mentally and physically. Our research scientist have not been able to find a single thing that changes the progression, cures it, or even slows it down. The reality is that the best we can do is support our “Littles” throughout the transition. I’ve asked retailers and designers to help find dignified and practical clothing and protective garments that will be more appealing to these victims and their caretakers. The last thing they need is to have their sweet disposition ruined by feelings of sadness.” “What kinds of clothing?” A reporter asks “For starters Brightly colored dresses, cute skirts. Clothing that fits their physical body but also their mental state. We’ve even found snap shortalls in cute colors! Not only will all of these items help with their mental state, caregivers will find it easier to help with potty training or changes; whichever their little patient needs.” “We’ve seen that some caregivers are confused on when to remove body hair, would you suggest they let nature take its course or should women go ahead and have themselves waxed?” “What a forward question Jason…” Marylyn says ryely.. “that isn’t something we will address here, we all know these girls find themselves prepubescent in look eventually, that’s a decision for these women to make.” “What other plans do you hope to see come to fruition?” “Yes, protective garments such as adult sized training panties, pull-ups and more colorful diapers are also being made available. With smaller busts in these victims we have also worked with girl’s fashion designers for everyday where, from jumpers to tshirts, footed pjs to training bras.” Allison is watching the audience and getting a little bored with this discussion.. she starts moving her hips ever so slightly to the music she hears in her head and gives a little smile. Noticing a stop in the conversation she makes eye contact with the President to move her along. “The last update we have today is that there has been a medical accident during vaccine trials that has morphed into what we are now referring to as “IVXc”. “ The room has an audible pause and then small murmurs breakout all over the room. “Madam President, what exactly happened?” “European and US scientist were working with live samples of both strains and thought that they had found a way to use the viruses to cancel one another out. The childlike manner of the “b” small breasts, more innocent behavior, could counteract the breast growth and promiscuity of “a” or vice versus.” She pauses for effect.. “Instead they mutated and created a new strain that combines the majority of “a” with some side effects of “b”.” “So bedwetting nymphomaniacs?” Jason asks “No Jason… think more of dotting mother but with the sexual energy of a teenage boy. In 4 Subjects they even began lactating.” “Oh.. man.. that’s uh…” “Yes, it’s unfortunate. The only silver lining to this is that the “c” strain victim makes an excellent caretaker to “b” victims. Their need to take care of a helpless girl gives them purpose while they can still live a mostly normal life.” “Mrs Perkins?” A Secret Service agent says tapping the spokeswoman on the shoulder. “Huh?” She says looking at the large African American man. But she doesn’t need to be told, her momentary loss of focus turned into a steady dribble of pee easily pouring through her training panties and puddling on the floor beneath her answering the question of if and which strain she has. “Oh!” She says trying to squeeze the flow to no avail. Her bladder only stops because it is empty about 30 seconds later. She looks down at her feet and then to the President… “I’m… sorry…” she whimpers.. too professional to run in shame she just stands next to the podium in her wet panties waiting for closing remarks. As shocking as it might seem to have the press secretary for the US President wet her panties on live TV, it didn’t cause much more than a passing glance to the audience. This type of “accident” was becoming commonplace with so many women infected with the “b” strain. In most cases the only “embarrassing” moment came from another woman chastising the panty wetter for not wearing protection. Just a week ago the young redhead ABC correspondent was brought to task after wetting her pants and ruining a chair in this very room. Now she’s on the back row, smart business slacks replaced by the normal pleated skirt hiding a diaper underneath. Marylyn smiles to the crowd and then closes with strong words of encouragement to the public to keep an eye out for their fellow man (or woman) and we will all get through this together. “Which version of the Virus do you have Madam President? “a” or “b”?” The redhead calls out as the President starts to walk out. She grips the podium in frustration. “Neither.” She says flatly. “So you have been able to avoid being a baby or a bimbo then.” Asks Jeff from The NY Times. “A baby?” She scowls.. “How dare you refer to the women in this very room struck by this virus as such a helpless term.” She waves her hand towards Allison and then to two other “b” virus sufferers in the room. “These women are strong and independent. Hardly “babies”.” She grips the podium again and her voice strains “And as for “Bimbo”…. Well, that is udderly ridiculous.” She looks at her watch and then turns quickly leaving the room…. “B… but I don’t need any help?” An embarrassed Allison says as Phyllis, one of the staff maids causally brushes the soggy bottomed girl’s hands away like you would a protesting toddler. “Well honey it looks like you’ve had an accident and we need to get you out of these wet clothes.” She says setting Allison’s jacket on a bench and then reaches down and slips Allison’s high heels off of her feet returning the once 5’7” woman standing in her soggy pantyhose to her new height. Ever since she contracted the virus she’s been working very hard to hide the physical changes to her body. Higher and higher heels to keep her appearing to be the same height when in reality today’s heels had a platform and she still only came to 5’5”. “I don’t think those heels are going to cut it anymore honey.” Phyllis says as she slips Allison’s skirt off her thinning hips setting aside and looking at the 4’11” woman. “Even your feet are getting smaller and I don’t think they make those heels in children’s shoe sizes.” Allison feels tears well up in her eyes. Phyllis sees them and then reaches into her pocket and produces a pacifier which she quickly pops into the small woman’s mouth. “Now let’s get you finished up.” She slides the wet stockings off of her legs and drops them in the wastebasket followed by unbuttoning her blouse to reveal the next portion of her “disguise”; a padded bra with silicone inserts. She sets the shirt aside and then unclasps the bra causing the embarrassed girl to start sucking on her pací much faster. “Don’t be shy baby, look at this cute training bra you have!” Allison looks down at the thin cotton material and smiles around her paci. “Look! It’s My Little Pony just like Pací!” Phyllis says tickling the girl’s tummy. “Now let’s get all of this makeup off ok?” Allison nods and follows the older woman into the bathroom wearing nothing but wet training panties and a matching fabric training bra. Phyllis removes all of Allison’s makeup revealing her new freckled cheeks and puts her hair into two pigtails. Allison giggles as she bounces her head watching them bob back and forth. “Oh oh!” Phyllis says seeing a fresh trickle of pee dripping from the sodden crotch of her little friend’s training panties. Allison looks down and gasps.. she didn’t even feel it this time.. her paci falls from her mouth as she starts crying.. “Now now, it’s ok baby. Come on, let’s get you finished up.” She leads Allison back to the bench and has her lay back before slipping her pací back in her mouth. She slips her wet panties off and then pulls out a few wipes from Allison’s “purse” which everyone “in-house” knows is basically her diaper bag. The occasional “spurt” becoming more and more of a regular wetting. While Allison was hesitant to pack actual diapers (she kept leaking through her pull-ups) Marylyn finally told her she had to but made sure to have a male Secret Service Agent order them online and bring them to the office to help her keep up appearances. It helped that the online sellers had more colorful styles for Allison’s newfound fashion color palette. Allison assumed the position of spreading her legs wide for Phyllis to wipe her bare sex clean; her pubic hair long gone. Phyllis wipes her clean, puts some lotion on her delicate skin, powders her and gets her diaper in place in no time. The small girl sits up and looks to see what kind of diaper she was put in. She smiles seeing that it matches her training bra and paci! “You goth me tha My Liwwle Powny oneths!” She squeals around her pací. “That’s right! I knew you’d love them.” Phyllis pulls her to her feet, gives her a hug and a kiss on her forehead and tells her that she needs to be a big girl and get back to work. “Try to keep them dry baby.” “I will!” Allison says walking away looking down at her new diaper admiring the pretty print… As she nears the back entrance to her office area she suddenly feels her head clear and she gasps dropping her pacifier to the carpeted floor. The worst part of the “b” virus is the part where in a rarer and rarer moment of clarity the infected realizes how childish they look and act.. Allison gets a little choked up with the knowledge that she’s 1 - Diapered. 2 - Wearing nothing but underwear in a public place. 3 - Her change of clothes are in the Oval Office. She’s going to have to pass through the outer office area to get there and EVERYONE is going to see her looking like this! “Don’t cry you dumb baby…” she mutters under her breath stifling her tears… “What was that?” She hears behind (and above) her. “Huh? Oh uh April.. uh nothing.” The embarrassed woman says starting to walk off as confident as a 4’11” flat chested woman in a diaper can.. “Hey little girl.” April (her office nemesis smirks) “you dropped this.” She says bending over in her pencil skirt and picking up the dropped paci, she looks up at Allison lingering just long enough for her “adult” cleavage to tease the now flat Allison. “You know better than to leave your things laying around, that’s just as bad a littering.” She starts to stick the paci in the smaller woman’s mouth but Allison grabs it instead. “Hey!” Allison says as April laughs and doesn’t let go of the item. “Let it go!” “Manners!” April says sternly. “…” April pulls the pack towards her bringing Allison closer “What…Do…You…Say?” She growls “P.. please can I have it?” “Have what?” “The pací please.” “You mean *your* pací right?” “Yes.” “Then say it right Allie.” (She knows she hates that) “Please may I have *my* pací?” “Of course!” April says letting it go, “I just didn’t want you to lose it.” She turns and walks away smiling at another chance to humiliate her rival. Allison frowns realizing that she must have dribbled a little during the confrontation. A quick touch of the padding between her legs confirms a warm pool of pee has quickly been absorbed by the garment. “Dumb bitch.” She says as she hurries through the rows of desks to reach the outer doors of the Oval Office. Allison stands outside the doors and looks at the large clock in the hallway… she knows that President Goodwin doesn’t want to be disturbed right after public speaking but this isn’t a normal situation… Standing in nothing but a diaper and training bra has the humiliated girl almost to tears… She considers her options and then the pressure of having an “audience” behind her gets the best of her. She slowly turns the handle to the door and slips between the slight opening of the door, her diapered butt crinkling as the additional bulk rubs the doorway… Slowly walking towards the office itself she starts noticing a few items out of place. For one, she sees Marylyn’s coat is on a chair and not hanging up. She also notices that a second chair is overturned just before the inner office. Second. The inner doorway is cracked open, something that should never be done. Safety and privacy concerns… She approaches the door and hears a lot of activity on the other side of the door. Peeking through the door she sees the third out of place item. A Whig? It’s a black whig laying next to a maroon garment. She slowly pushes the door open and starts looking around to see where the noise is coming from. She sees a black shirt balled up on the couch. “Lol.. hurry up!” Someone says with a laugh from the other side of the door giving Allison enough of a scare to feel her diapers warming again. She stifles a gasp… and the stands perfectly still for a moment. After a few seconds she realizes that no one has noticed her and she starts sliding through the doorway to investigate further… She sees a beige bodysuit looking garment laying before her while the people in the room are just out of sight to her right. She breathes heavily as she turns and sees the source of the commotion in the room…. In front of her she sees the lewdest of displays right in the President’s office! A platinum blonde is on her knees wearing nothing but a pair of black thigh highs and maroon heels. I’m each of her hands is the erect penis of a secret service agent and as her head bobs up and down on the cock of a third! Allison can’t control her feelings at seeing this display and she pushes the door open and with all the confidence of a flat chested girl in a diaper can muster chastises the group.. “How… how dare you!” She starts “THIS is the PRESIDENT of the United States’ office! Who do you think you are?” She looks at the blonde “stop ignoring me and t.. take that.. penis… out of your mouth!” The blonde continues working the penis in her mouth as the man starts to reach climax… as soon as she feels the first spray she leans her face back letting the next three spurts land on her chest between her cartoonish sized tits.. she looks up and the agent and smiles “Thank you for your cum!” And then she giggles. “I.. I said stop..” Allison starts to speak again but then stops herself in shock as the two other men start cumming as well. Thick loads landing on the large breasts offered up by the kneeling woman. The woman giggles again and then starts rubbing the semen all over her breasts and pinching her nipples. Just then the President’s secret service detail commander steps behind the squatted woman and grabs her by her arms snatching her to her feet. “That’s right! Take her into custody!” Allison squeals. The woman giggles and moans looking back at the large African American agent.. He pushes her over the side of the desk and pulls out a pair of cuffs pinning the woman down. Allison gasps as she sees a thin trail of grool slowly drip from the woman’s sex towards the floor.. she also can’t help but worry about all of the cum that’s getting in her boss’ desk and paperwork… The woman arches her back pushing her plump ass against the crotch of the large agent.. “Hurry up!” She moans.. “You want this?” He says gripping the half naked woman’s ass and then giving it a slap. Allison covers her mouth at the way he’s treating this criminal but she also thinks about how a bad girl *does* get spanked so it serves her right… she slips her paci in her mouth glad *she* isn’t the naughty girl getting a spanking… As Allison starts slipping into the virus’ clutch again the woman starts talking dirty to the Agent about how much she wants his fat black cock… He reaches between her cheeks and roughly snatches out a large butt plug, turns it off (it was vibrating) and snatching the woman’s head around by her hair shoved it between her lips! He pulls out his erect 12” cock and then lining up he shoves it in her dripping slit.. the woman moans and starts protesting around the buttplug in her mouth.. Allison sucks her paci harder as the woman finally turns her face towards Allison and she sees that this busty vixen is none other than President Goodwin! Before Allison has a chance to get her thoughts together at this revelation Marylyn spits the plug out of her mouth and turns around saying “Not there! Not there!!! Put it in my ass!!! Fuck my slutty ass!” “Ma’am! N.. no!” Allison says approaching the scene. “You.. you stop that!! Now!” Allison says slapping the arm of the large man. “Little girl back up.” Marylyn says scowling at her press secretary.. “I’m not.. he’s raping you?” “God.. he isn’t raping me you silly little baby.” Marylyn says as he pulls out of her and then she moans with glee when he shoves his member into her ass beginning to long stroke the woman’s asshole.. “He’s… Fucking… my…. Ass… mmm… gawd…..yes…. Yes….. YES!!!!… Fuck!!… Fuck.. Me.. Daddy…Fuck…” she shouts between thrusts until she loses focus on speaking and just starts moaning dropping her head onto the desk while her ass is slapped and he pumps her asshole for all she is worth… “No! Pwease! You can’t…” Allison can’t piece her thoughts together.. “Oof!” She suddenly feels pressure somewhere besides her bladder… “oh!” She grabs her belly… “I gotta…” she grabs the face of Marylyn and turns her to face her.. “I gotta go bad!” She whines.. “Well go! Can’t you see I’m busy?” Allison starts tearing up… “I can’t undo dees.” She says clutching at her diaper.. she fumbles with the wet diaper but her infantile state has her fiddling with the tapes to no avail.. “Help!” She says pleading with her boss.. “Shut up little baby! How’s he supposed to dump his cum in my ass with a baby whining in the room? *God*… Just use your diaper.” Allison looks at the man thrusting himself into Marylyn and another spasm hits her bowels.. “Go on baby. Show us what a good baby you can be?” He says between thrusts. Allison squeaks as she feels her anus release and she fills her diaper in the middle of the oval office surrounded by people that used to respect her.. and she used to respect… “Good job baby.. now this Slut needs her ass filled. So shut up and someone will change you soon.” One of the agents says stepping over to Marylyn’s face slipping he semi erected member in her mouth. “Oh goody!” She says happily sucking his cock back to full erection. Allison slowly moves away from the desk tears rolling down her cheeks as she watches her mentor, her boss, THE President happily getting ass-fucked over her desk while giving head… Moments later Marylyn has an orgasm as the agent shoots load after load into her ass…. She quickly drops down to her knees in front of the other agent just in time to catch his second eruption of cum onto her breasts… Allison sinks to her knees and starts crawling over to Marylyn while she rubs the fresh cum onto her breasts. She looks over at the crying girl in her sagging diaper and feels sorry for her. While she gets all the cock she could want, this little girl is stuck being a baby… and diaper wearing baby… and little babies need a Mommy… and Mommy’s take care of their babies.. (her sex starts dripping on the floor beneath her) and Mommy’s *feed* their sweet….little….girl…. Marylyn’s fingers get wet as her breasts start letting down sweet milk for her little girl.. Allison sees the milk and drops her pací to the floor… “Come here Allie.. Mommy has milky for her baby.” Marylyn coos. 1 week later… Anchor 1 (female) “As Vice President Jones takes over as President we are left with the news that President Goodwin, in an effort to be vaccinated against both strains found herself with the “Mommy” strain. She had been hiding the effects of the virus for months wearing whigs, shape-wear to hide her expanded figure, and apparently getting regular semen treatments from a group of men in the Oval Office. She has retired from public life and is now focused on taking care of her former Press Secretary Allie.” Anchor 2 (male) “Let’s check in with these two brave women.” The camera cuts to scenes of a buxom blonde in fifties looking clothing playing with a much smaller woman in pink gingham overalls (obviously diapered) in a park, walking on the beach, her string bikini straining to contain Marylyn’s curves while Allie is wearing only a swim diaper. And finally cuts to a live feed of both women sitting on a couch. “Hiya!” Marylyn giggles with a wave. “Hello Madam President.” “Oh just call me Marylyn.. or Mommy. I’m pretty used to that one.” She smiles. “Ok Marylyn.. uh.” “Or Kitten! I like that one too!” She giggles.. “Yes ma’am.. um.. We just wanted to check in with you since you came forward about having the “c” strain of the virus. How have you been?” “Oh! Well I’d say I’m great! I mean, I have a sweet little girl, I have nice clothes.. and these titties are pretty fantastic too right?” She says leaning forward showing her cleavage… “Oh! Uh.. yes ma’am.. you look great.” He clears his throat “Allie? How are you doing these days?” Allison blushes becoming suddenly shy like a toddler would at being addressed by an adult. “It’s ok baby, talk to the nice man.” Marylyn says tickling Allison’s tummy through her dress. “Hi….” She whispers. “Hi! So tell us how you are doing. How have you handled life with the “b” virus?” “It.. it’s ok I guess… “ she looks around and then Marylyn whispers in her ear and she smiles.. “Well what is making you smile Allison?” “Mommy says that if I keep my diaper dry today she will let me try training panties tomorrow!” She beams.. “Oh that’s.. uh… nice?” “And how about you Marylyn?” “Oh my panties are *never* dry honey. When you have *this* body.. let me tell you, my pussy is ALWAYS soaked!” The camera switches back to the anchor that is just speechless.. “uh.. I meant how has life treated you since you left public life..” “Oh! I’m so dumb sometimes.. I guess I shouldn’t have told you about how wet my slit stays. Ummmmm.. mmmm.. Well things are good. I still get semen treatments and I make enough milk to feed my baby and donate to the woman’s center for those women that can’t produce milk. I get to travel and meet men.. or I mean, people. So it’s like a vacation everyday!” “Great! We’re glad to hear you are both doing so well. Madam President, you mentioned getting regular semen treatments, have they worked to slow the virus?” “Well look at this body honey! I don’t think the virus is very slow with these mommy milkers.” She giggles heaving her breasts at the camera again. “But the treatments sure are fun!” The anchor shifts in his seat.. “So… How do you take the treatments?” The female anchor adds “Yes, you said they were fun?” “They are! I take them in my ass! I meet a nice guy, bring him back here and then he puts his cock in my ass and…. Mmmmm… it’s fun!” She giggles again and then stares the camera smiling as if this was the most natural thing to talk about on live news…. The camera switches to the two anchors who are speechless and then cuts to comercial for a new “Big Girl Diaper”… The End

Simply put, here`s how this one works: The person above states a scenario and you tell us how you would act in face of that scenario. Simple, right? What would you do if.... You woke up strapped to a crib?