Young Women'S College Chastity League

[diaperpt]

Excellent. I like the parallel view of the pooping incident.

[fyunch]

Thanks! This episode, and that parallel view, is the objective toward which several of the previous chapters were building. There are several other subplots cooking, of course, but you'll have to wait for them <evil_grin>.

[fyunch]

Tight Lipped

Alicia Crossley was relaxing in her dorm room, watching a video on

the monitor of her desktop PC, her laptop PC closed and resting

against the wall where she'd discarded it after working for a couple

of hours on a research essay. It was late afternoon -- well after

the last class of the day but still an hour or more before dinner.

Most of the girls who were not on sports teams were in the dorm

working on homework, napping, or resting.

Alicia's beanbag rested against the wall right beside the door of

the room she shared with Jane Thurber while her desk was across the

room, underneath her bed, raised close to the ceiling on a framework

shared with the desk.

Alicia was casually dressed in loose gray sweat pants and a baggy

t-shirt. The sweat pants disguised Alicia's thickly padded crotch,

though an observer who knew her well would probably notice telltale

signs of her diapered state. The t-shirt was one of those slightly

risque items found in suburban malls and appealing primarily to

teenage girls, displaying a trompe l'eoil rendering of a black lace

pushup bra on the pink cotton of the shirt. The effect was ruined

by the fact that the shirt was sized for an Amazon, leaving the bra

hovering about halfway between Alicia's nipples and navel.

The door to her room was open and she could hear the sounds of her

neighbors talking, listening to music, and watching their own videos

in various combinations. Fortunately the community on this hallway

was made up of fairly easy-going young women, so there was generally

no conflict over sound volume.

Alicia didn't notice Emily Hanson pause in front of her door and gaze

thoughtfully down at her. As Alicia watched the movie on her PC's

screen she played idly with the chain of the pacifier dangling around

her neck. Dropping the pacifier finally, she lay back in the beanbag

chair and laced her fingers together behind her neck.

Out of the corner of her eye Alicia saw Emily look around the edge

of the door to Alicia's room. Suddenly Emily's hand darted out and

picked up the pacifier from its resting place between Alicia's breasts.

From out of Alicia's view, Emily's hand moved the pacifier slowly

toward her mouth. Alicia found that she had opened her lips

expectantly and was puckering up in anticipation. Suddenly the

pacifier was in her mouth and she was sucking energetically. She

felt her bladder release and warmth spread, upward both forward and

back in the thick padding of her diaper. Damn, Alicia thought to

herself, I was about to go to the bathroom and empty my tank and

now I'm having another accident instead.

Emily Hanson stepped in to Alicia's room and squatted down in front

of the immobile girl. She smiled at the sight of the pacifier going

in and out vigorously as Alicia sucked anxiously. Emily reached

down and probed the crotch of the girl's diaper with two fingers,

smiling slightly as she felt the continuing flood pulsing into the

thick cloth.

"Ah, good work, Alicia," said Emily. "I'll leave you to changing

yourself. Since the pacifier's only been in your mouth for a minute

or two the paralysis will wear off in less than five minutes. We

now return you to your regular programming," she quipped as she

pulled the pacifier nipple from Alicia's mouth by the necklace.

Dropping the powerful pendant between the two printed breasts on

Alicia's t-shirt Emily stepped out of the room and disappeared down

the hall.

A few minutes later Jane Thurber bustled into the room, dropping her

backpack onto her desk. Stripping off her windbreaker, she opened the

door of her wardrobe and deposited it on a hook.

"Hey, cutie," Jane said to Alicia, "how was your day? Mine was

great. I got my Discrete Math test back and I got an A! And I

think that boy I like in Philosophy class likes me! He asked me

to have a soda with him after class and we talked for more than an

hour."

"Mmmmh," mumbled Alicia, shaking her head drowsily. "Pretty good.

Alex and I met for breakfast this morning and then we walked over

to classes together. He's a lot of fun. Not like the rest of the

engineers at all."

"Yeah," agreed Jane, "he has a sense of humor and he can talk about

interesting things. Hey, after all that soda I'm soaked. Would you

change me? I can return the favor, if you need."

"Um, sure," said Alicia, rising from her beanbag chair, "I'm soaked

too ... I dozed off watching that movie and had an accident, so I

could use a change too."

"Cool. After we clean up we can head downstairs to dinner. There's

Caesar salad with chicken on the menu, I love that," said Jane.

-----

Lying on the changing pad on Jane's bed Alicia daydreamed as her

roomate wiped her down. Hazily she daydreamed a fantasy in which

Emily Hanson popped a pacifier into her mouth. I wonder why I keep

having that dream where Hanson puts the pacifier into my mouth.

And why my dreams about the pacifier always make me want it in my

mouth.

-----

A few days later Alicia was again sitting on her beanbag chair late

in the afternoon. This time she was wearing a pretty blouse and a

knee-length skirt, having been to class with Alex that day followed

by their regular coffee break.

With her laptop in her lap Alicia was focused on a project due the

next week. Sensing someone standing over her she looked up to see

a young woman whose name she didn't know but whom we know as Raquel

Hollister, Emily Hanson's henchwoman. Raquel was in the process of

extending a pacifier, nipple forward, toward Alicia's mouth.

Alicia noticed that her mouth had opened of its own accord and that

her lips were puckering up as if to reach for the approaching nipple.

As she started to suck on the nipple she felt her bladder release.

Watching helplessly, Alicia saw her skirt raised by Raquel's hand

and her diaper probed expertly as her pee continued to flow and the

warmth spread upward. Oh, darn, Alicia thought to herself as she

felt herself burbling out a quantity of gas, I'm about to poop! As

she sucked agitatedly at the pacifier in her mouth, her treacherous

colon proceeded to force a large deposit into the seat of her diaper.

Success is not an option

One day Alicia was standing late one afternoon outside the women's

dorm. She had just come from her last class of the day and was

about to go up to her room. She had encountered a juggler on one

of the small plazas at the intersection of two paths near the women's

dorm and had stopped to watch her perform. Fishing in her purse,

Alicia dug out a few coins, that she dropped into the small wicker

basket set up in front of the boom box that the young woman had

placed on the ground. Alicia stood, staring at the young performer,

entranced by her graceful motion and the daring throws and catches

with which the spiced up her juggling.

Out of the corner of her eye Alicia saw a woman she knew moving

toward her. Suddenly Alicia felt a pang of fear and, without

thinking or even being consciously aware of what she was doing, she

clenched her jaw shut, pressed her lips tightly together, and closed

her eyes.

She stood there for a moment, beginning to feel slightly silly, when

suddenly she heard a familiar voice speaking softly near her ear.

"Ah ah, that will never do," said the woman's voice. It was Emily

Hanson, though Alicia didn't remember her name, only her voice.

"You think you can close your eyes and avoid my pacifier that way?"

"Well, that's not going to work for you girlie. You don't know it

yet, but when I brush the nipple across your lips like this ..."

Alicia Crossley felt something soft and slightly yielding rub across

her lips. Alicia's eyes popped open and she found her mouth opening

suddenly, against her will, and her lips reaching for the that was

pressing against them. Suddenly she was sucking on a pacifier.

Alicia was dismayed to feel her urinary sphincter open and a rush

of pee flood into her diaper. Oh darn, she thought to herself in

a moment of clarity, she put a pacifier in my mouth anyway.

"You're getting a little too clever, my girl," said Hanson. "If

you see a pacifier close to your mouth, you are conditioned to open

up and take it. Closing your eyes is certainly a good trick, since

it keeps you from seeing the pacifier, and if you can't see it, how

can your conditioning make you open up for it, huh?"

"What you don't know, and sadly will not really remember, is that

there's a little safety catch in your conditioning. When a pacifier

is rubbed across your lips, you open and grab for it. And just to

make sure that you don't make a habit of trying to avoid a pacifier,

whenever your mouth is opened in this way you are rendered completely

incontinent for a few weeks."

As Hanson said this the flood of pee spreading warmth through

Alicia's diaper began to slowly abate. And to Alicia's alarm, she

felt a spasm in her lower abdomen as her body noisily expelled a

quantity of gas.

Alicia stood passively, her hands drifting down to her sides and

her mouth sucking anxiously at the pacifier, as the muscles of her

descending colon rippled strongly and smoothly, deposting a substantial

quantity of solid waste in the seat of her already wet diaper.

"There you go, dear," smiled Hanson, "for the next week or two

you'll pee whenever your bladder reaches above half full and you'll

poop several times a day, not just at your normal daily time."

"Next time I come by with a pacifier, don't close your eyes, hun.

It will turn out badly for you," said Hanson with a leer as she

pulled up the back of Crossley's skirt and patted her now bulging

bottom.

[CS Fox]

Still loving this story. It touches on a lot of fun fetish points for me and I've been a big fan of a lot of your stories Fyunch. Plot-wise though, I feel as if the story still lacks a little depth that it had in the opening.The last few chapters have been stringing together pacifier scenes... don't get me wrong, those scenes are what keep me coming back, but I'd also like to see some of the repercussions of their lack of control aside from when a paci is in their mouth. Like Alicia above, I'd be very interested to see how she mentally handles suddenly being fully incontinent (and in her mind, not knowing why). Soooo please, more more more, loving the pacifier scenes, but would like a little more exposition as well.

Keep it up!

[diaperpt]

I hope I'm not giving Fyunch too much credit and thereby creating pressure on his writing, but I suspect he'll weave things together. I'm looking forward to more. This is good stuff!

[fyunch]

Thank you all. You're right CS, this is still the setup phase where the machinery is put through its paces so that when I use it for effect further down the line you won't be surprised by what it does. That said, what I have failed to do is create a single character thread, like say Cathy, to follow from the beginning. There are already six different girls in my list of main characters and you haven't gotten to know any of them well. I suspect that that absence is what you're disappointed in, and you are quite right.

Fortunately, I am now done with this phase and will soon establishing some continuity for the characters. I hope that will make them more worth coming to read.

Thanks to all for your interest and your thoughtful comments.

[slavebaby44]

Hey! Keep up the great work on this story. It is one of the most interesting concepts I have seen in a while.

[D503]

Moar plz.

[fyunch]

Working on it. Worrying about some plot issues right now, plus some real life issues to work through. I hope to post some more within a week or two. Sorry for going dark ... not giving up.

[D503]

Thanks! Hope you get your RL issues sorted.

[D503]

*bump*

[fyunch]

[After a long hiatus, here's an update. It's not strictly in the current narrative sequence, but part of my intent with this structure was to permit vignettes to appear that are part of the overall theme but not in one of the main story arcs.]

Marianne's Transfer Request

The phone on Dean Harker's office buzzed.

"Yes, Jen," said Dean Harker, pressing the intercom button.

"Dean Harker, I have Marianne Leicester here to see you."

"Marianne Leicester? Freshman in Horace House?"

"Yes, sir, that's the one."

"Her mother is a member of the Mothers for Chastity group, correct?"

"That's right, sir."

"OK, send her in."

The large oak door to Dean Harker's office opened and Jennifer

Wesley conducted Marianne Leicester into the room. Marianne, a

tall attractive brunette, was wearing a pretty blouse and skirt

ensemble. The white blouse was informal but well-fitted, showing

off Marianne's quite evident upper endowments, while the skirt was

made of soft blue cloth. It seemed fairly full, suggesting that

it was being worn over a petticoat.

"Please sit down, Miss Leicester," smiled the Dean. The girl stepped

forward to the large oak chair positioned in front of the Dean's

imposing desk. She sat down somewhat gingerly, carefully smoothing

her skirt under her and pressing the front down on to her lap as

if afraid that it would fly up.

"Thank you for taking the time to see me, Dean Harker," said the

girl.

"Certainly, my girl," beamed the Dean, "it is my pleasure to serve

you. What may I do for you?"

"Well," hesitated Marianne, "it's a little hard to explain. I'm

not sure how it happened and I'm not sure whether there's even

anything wrong, but something is going on here at Hull College that

is bothering me. I hope you can do something about it."

"It is my job to address any situation on campus that creates concern

for members of the community," intoned the Dean sententiously.

"Well," began Marianne, "there's a student, Emily Hanson, here on

campus who is doing some very strange things to me, and to some of

the other girls. She has this pacifier that she sticks in my mouth

that does very strange things to me." Marianne watched the Dean's

face anxiously for signs of disbelief. His face radiated only

kindly attention.

Marianne continued, "When she puts the pacifier in my mouth I somehow

become completely paralyzed. I can't move my arms or legs and I

can't take it out of my mouth."

"That sounds dangerous, my dear," said the Dean, concern in his

voice. "Do you think there's some sort of drug on the pacifier?

How long after she puts it in your mouth does this paralysis take

effect?"

"It takes effect immediately. I don't think there's enough time for

a drug to be involved. And the pacifier is generally dry and tastes

only of the rubber bulb that goes in my mouth."

"Well, it might not need to be moist or have a flavor. I don't

know about such things. If it were a drug we'd need to get an

expert to analyze it. Do you have one of these pacifiers?"

Marianne fished a thin cord around her neck from under her collar.

She pulled the dangling part of the cord out from the cleavage of

her blouse. At the bottom of it dangled what appeared to be a

toddler's pacifier.

"She ordered me to wear it around my neck at all times. I don't

want to do it, but somehow I always end up wearing it," said the

girl, gazing sadly at the device.

"May I see that?" asked the Dean.

"I can come over and let you look at it, but I can't take it from around

my neck. That's part of the problem. If I try to take it off I start to

shake and feel sick. I don't know what it is about it, but I have to

keep it on," said Marianne, face flushed and breathing heavily.

"Well," said the Dean, "I can see that this has you very upset. Let me

have Jen get us some tea and cookies while we talk." He pressed the

intercom button.

"Yes, Dean Harker," came his assitant's voice from the intercom.

"Jen, Miss Leicester and I could do with some hot tea and a few

cookies. Be a dear and get that for us, would you, please?"

"Certainly sir. Would you like me to open the box of special sugar

cookies that your wife brought in the other day?"

"Why that would be very nice, Jen," said the Dean. "Yes, please!"

"Well," resumed the Dean, "while making you wear a very odd necklace

is quite strange, it doesn't seem too terribly harmful. I'll have

a talk with this girl, you have to tell me her name again, and I'll

put a stop to it." The Dean thought a minute and then went on,

"But tell me more about the paralysis that the pacifier induces

when it's in your mouth. That is much more alarming and dangerous.

What would happen if she were to put it in your mouth while you

were driving a car or swimming or something?"

Marianne nodded and said, "Emily Hanson is her name. But there's

more. When the pacifier is in my mouth she has all sorts of strange

control over me. And she's done this to other girls as well. I've

seen her do it."

"Control?" asked the Dean. "Tell me more."

"First of all," said Marianne, "when it's in my mouth I can't remove

it. I can move my lips and tongue. I can suck on it and move it

in and out a bit, but I can't let it go. I can't use my tongue to

push it out of my mouth. I can't bite the nipple with my teeth so

that it falls out," Marianne was starting to sound a bit panicky,

her voice rising in pitch and her words coming faster and faster

as she spoke.

"That's really strange," said the Dean ...

"What's more," said Marianne, blushing hot red, "when a girl has

one of these pacifiers in her mouth Emily can make her lose control."

"Lose control?" asked the Dean in a puzzled tone.

"She can make a girl wet her pants on command. She pops the pacifier

into my mouth and then touches me between the legs in some way and,

voila, I pee in my pants."

The Dean laughed uncomfortably. "That's dreadful," he said. "It

must be terribly humiliating as well as unhygienic."

"Yes, humiliating is definitely the word for it," said Marianne.

"You have to do something about this girl. She's destroying me and

a bunch of the other girls."

"OK," said Dean Harker, "let me get organized here. You say,"

looking down at his notepad, "her name is Emily Hanson?"

"Yes, sir," said Marianne, "that's her name. And she's doing this

terrible stuff to a lot of the girls here. You need to do something

right away. She's driving me crazy. If you don't do something

about her I'm going to call the police!"

There was a small double tap on the door to the Dean's office.

"Come in," he said, and the door opened. Jennifer Wesley backed

in to the room carrying a silver tray with a pot of tea, two cups,

a creamer, a bowl of sugar, and a small plate of cookies.

Jen carried the tea tray over to the Dean's conference table and set it

down and poured two cups of tea.

"How do you take your tea, dear," she asked Marianne.

"Oh, cream and two sugars, please," said Marianne.

Jennifer prepared the first cup and turned expectantly toward

Marianne, proffering the cup and saucer. Marianne stood up from

her chair and stepped over to the conference table only a couple

of steps away.

Marianne stepped over to Jennifer. As she put out her right hand

to take the cup of tea from Jennifer with her right hand, Jennifer's

own right hand came up from behind her skirt where it had been

hiding and moved rapidly to Marianne's face. A flash of something

bright pink was visible in her fingers.

When Jen pulled her hand away from Marianne's face you could see

that Marianne's mouth now sported a shiny red pacifier with a wide

black band made of some sort of stretchy cloth hanging from it.

Marianne's eyes were wide in horror as her extended right hand

slowly sank to her side, slowly as if it were drifting through

water.

The Dean looked over at the now silent Marianne and shook his head

sadly. He picked up the handset of the phone on his desk and dialed

a number.

"Hello, Emily?" the Dean said, "This is Dean Harker. I think you

should come over to my office as quickly as you can. I have Marianne

Leicester here and I think she's applying for a transfer."

Standing in the middle of the room Marianne's eyes were darting back

and forth. The mouth guard of the pacifier was moving in and out

as she vigorously sucked on the large nipple filling her mouth.

The Dean listened to the phone for a bit. He glanced over at Jennifer

who had moved to stand behind Marianne and was watching him expectantly.

"Yes, she came to my office without an appointment this afternoon

in an evident state of agitation," continued the Dean. "She told

me a bunch of wild fantasies about drugged pacifiers, fantasies

that seem to include you, in fact."

He listened for a bit. "Yes, we have the situation in hand. Jen,

ever the quick-thinking one, gave her a pacifier to suck on, and

that does seem to have calmed her down a bit."

The Dean made a few notes on the pad atop his desk while nodding,

as if the person on the phone could see him agreeing.

"OK, we'll keep her here for the next 45 minutes or so. Then I

have another meeting, so we'll have to put her in the small conference

room if you haven't gotten here by then. I'll have Jen draw the

shades and lock the door so that there are no unpleasant surprises."

"I'll have Jen empty her out while we wait for you so that when you

get here with your driver you can pack her up quickly and get out

on the road before it gets too dark."

The Dean nodded again. "OK, my dear, we'll see you in about twenty

minutes," he said, and then hung up the phone.

"OK, Jen," said the Dean, "Emily will be here with Miss Martinez,

the driver who will take Marianne over to Whetstone Academy this

afternoon. In the meantime please empty her out so that she can

start the trip as comfortably as possible."

"Yes, sir," replied the perky assistant. Jen turned to Marianne

with an expression that seemed to convey delighted anticipation

along with a certain triumphant gloating.

"Let's see what you've got on down below, dear," said Jen, lifting

the immobile girl's skirt.

"Oh, you're diapered!" exclaimed the assistant, "How considerate

of you. And what absolutely darling diaper covers! They are the

cutest thing I have ever seen. Where on earth did you get them?

I just have to find out where you shopped for them. You have such

a sense of style and taste, my dear. Those plastic panties are

just the most darling thing I've ever seen."

Jen bent down, peering at Marianne's plastic panties. She reached

out with her hand and pressed the back of her fingers to the crotch

of Marianne's diaper.

"And you're dry, too, you clever little girl. My what good taste

you have, my dear. Not only the cutest diaper covers I've ever

seen, but the softest cloth diapers. You certainly know how to

shop. We will have to have ourselves a spot of girl talk one of

these days. Maybe when I'm over at Whetstone for an alumnae event

some time."

The voluble assistant continued, "I can't get over those plastic

panties. I have to get a pair of them. My boyfriend will go

absolutely wild when he sees them on me."

"Anyway," Jennifer went on, "I'm supposed to empty you out. Since

you're already diapered, I don't have to waste time doing that.

Let's start with the faucet," she said, reaching out with her hand

and tapping the crotch of Marianne's diaper firmly with two fingers.

There was a sudden faint rushing sound from underneath Mariann'e

skirt. Marianne's face immediately blushed bright red and she bagan

to suck on the pacifier with even greater vigor. "That's a good

girl," continued Jennifer, "your plumbing seems to be working just

fine."

Dropping the hem of Marianne's skirt Jen sidled partway around the

immobile girl and lifted the back of her skirt, peering down at

the back of her diaper.

"Oh, my goodness!" exclaimed the assistant, "Look at those ruffles

across the bottom. And those beautiful embroidered pink hearts. Why

the back is even cuter than the front. I simply have to get myself a

dozen pairs of these plastic panties, my dear. I'm so glad I was on

duty today when you stopped by!"

Jennifer then tapped Marianne's bottom with two fingers in a duplicate

of the gesture that she'd used a moment before. A muffled burbling

could be heard and Jen dropped Marianne's raised skirt and stepped

back from the pacified girl, delicately fanning the air in front

of her nose as if to dispel a bad smell. "Well, aren't you the

well-trained one, holding in your wind like that, dear," exclaimed

Jen.

"Well, that isn't as quick as the front faucet, but you should dirty

your panties in the next ten or fifteen minutes." Jen looked at

the flushed face of the immobile girl and laughed. "I bet you

didn't know that we could control your back sphincter as easily as

the front, did you?"

Marianne could do nothing but suck fiercely on the pacifier, her

eyes glinting with humiliation and frustration.

Jennifer turned to the conference table and picked up the tea that

had been the lure to get Marianne out of her chair. "I guess I

shouldn't let this nice Earl Grey go to waste," she said, taking a

sip and making a contented noise.

"Don't go anywhere, girlie," Jen said to Marianne. "I'll be back

in a little while to change you," she continued, patting the

immobilized girl on her bottom.

-----

Jen stepped out of the Dean's office, closing the big oak door

behind her. Marianne's position, facing the conference table, left

her unable to see the Dean sitting at his desk, though she could

hear him. From the shuffling of papers and occasional sound of

scribbling Marianne concluded that he was sitting at his desk taking

care of paperwork of some sort.

Marianne sucked desperately on the pacifier in her mouth. She had

experienced it enough times by now to know that there was no way

she could escape until someone removed it from between her lips.

She moved her eyebrows up and down and she looked from side to side

as far as her eyes would reach, but she couldn't move any other

part of her body.

After a while had passed Marianne began to feel cramping in her

bowels. It was clear that the process that Jennifer had started

was continuing and that Marianne would be forced to soil her diaper

in fairly short order. Marianne knew what that was like, having

experienced several soiling accidents in the months since she had

come under the power of the pacifiers. She was dismayed to learn

that the pacifiers' control over her bodily functions extended

beyond peeing.

The first sensation she felt was an extreme pressure in her bottom.

After a few seconds that pressure was released as the muscles in

her lower intestines were able to force the accumulated solid waste

past her sphincter, which relaxed suddenly, and into the seat of

her diaper. Marianne heard a muffled squelching noice from underneath

her skirt. She felt a sudden warmth and moistness against the skin

of her bottom, a sensation that expanded rapidly until it seemed

to cover her bottom entirely.

After what seemed like an eternity Marianne sensed that the flow

of poop had stopped. She heard a muffled sound that told her that

a small amount of gas was now exiting, marking the end of the soiling

process for now. To her dismay Marianne realized that the sudden

soiling had somehow unlocked her bladder again and she felt her

urethra pulsing as another flood of her pee flowed out of her and

into the waiting diaper.

Off to her left, Marianne heard the Dean pressing the intercom

button on the telephone on his desk. "Yes, sir?" came Jennifer's

voice. "Are Emily and her driver there yet? From the noises that

she gave off a few moments ago and the aroma that she's giving off

right now, it is clear that our girl has definitely made a large

deposit in the bank of diaper seat." Jennifer's voice came through

the intercom with a somewhat tinny intonation, "They should be here

any minute, sir. Why don't I come in and change her?"

"I don't that will be necessary," replied the Dean. "She's not too

odoriferous at this point." "As you wish, sir," came Jen's

disappointed voice. "Anyway, I just got a text from Emily. She

is down in the basement garage. They've parked in the handicapped

spot near the elevator and are going to be coming right up."

"Excellent," said the Dean, "why don't you bring them right in and

they can get to work on her."

Marianne listened to this dialog anxiously, sucking hard on the

pacifier in her mouth and wishing intensely for a way to escape.

-----

The door to Dean Harker's small conference room was unlocked and

opened. Maria Martinez, Emily Hanson, and Jennifer Wesley entered.

Martinez was pushing a wheelchair and Hanson carried a complicated

satchel with numerous zippered compartments and pockets on it.

Martinez took the satchel from Hanson and opened it up on the

conference table. She quickly removed a large panel from the back

of the wheelchair that turned out to be a sturdy folding changing

table. She set this up at the side of the conference table, covering

it with a matching changing pad that she removed from a compartment

in the satchel, now revealed to be the mother of all diaper bags.

Emily and Jen then maneuvered Marianne on to the changing table.

"Here, I'll take the plastic panties," said Jennifer as Maria slid

them down the immobile girl's legs. "They are really quite cute

and I know they won't let her wear her own fancy stuff down at

Whetstone anyway."

"No problem," nodded Martinez, "Would you hold this plastic bag for

the dirty things for me as I clean her up?"

"Of course," said Jen.

"Emily," said Martinez, "would you do me a favor and just flip the

security band from her pacifier around her head. Get it under her

hair if you can. That's good, thanks. We don't want to take any

chances of the pacifier falling out or getting knocked out of her

mouth on the drive down to Whetstone."

"OK, little girl," said Maria Martinez to Marianne as she finished

cleaning the pacified girl's bottom. Now for a little cream to

prevent any rashes and then a nice thick nighttime diaper for you

so that you stay comfortable during the ride."

"Emily, do me one more favor, please. Get a hydration bag from the

satchel and hang it from one of the risers on the chair. Run the

tube over to her pacifier. We might as well start her first hydration

now."

In short order Marianne Leicester was bundled into a very thick

cloth diaper supplemented by a large soaker pad, sealed up with a

pair of translucent pink rubber pants. The hydration bag, which

seemed to her to hold about a liter of fluid, was hanging from a

rod that telescoped out of the frame of the wheelchair. The tube

that Emily had fitted to the bag had a small metal fitting on it

that she clicked into a receptacle in Marianne's pacifier.

With a snap the fitting clicked home and Marianne suddenly felt

fluid leaking into her mouth from small holes in the nipple of the

pacifier, small holes she had not noticed as she had sucked on it

for the past hour or more. The fluid was lukewarm and very slightly

sweet. Tastes a bit like Gatorade, Marianne thought to herself as

she watched herself. Her mouth was working busily sucking at the

pacifier while the three women busied themselves with getting her

off of the changing table and into the wheelchair and then packing

everything up.

"I want her to finish her hydration before we leave," said Martinez,

That will take another ten or fifteen minutes, which will give me

a chance to call ahead to Whetstone and use the facilities. Thank

you both for your assistance. Emily, if you'll stay here with our

little friend, I'll take care of things and be back in five minutes

and we'll be on our way."

"Sure, no problem," nodded Emily.

-----

"Hello, Mrs Leicester? This is Dean Harker at Hull College."

"Oh no, everything is fine with Marianne. She's in perfect health."

"I'm calling to let you know that yesterday afternoon she came to

me complaining of stress and overwork and requested a temporary

transfer to Whetstone Academy. I think you learned about them when

you enrolled her in the New Beginnings program at the beginning of

the year?"

"Yes, that's correct. It's an excellent school. Their program has

a more intensive support component for girls who are feeling that

the stress level here is too high. We find that a semester or two

there is usually all that is needed to sort things out. Hull accepts

all of the courses she will take there for full credit, so there

won't be any disruption to her academic program and she'll graduate

on time with her class."

"Let's see, Whetstone is a five hour drive from here, roughly west.

So for you it's probably about nine or ten hours on the Interstate.

I'll have her guidance counselor at Whetstone give you a call

tomorrow and fill you in on everything and I know that she'll be

happy to talk to you weekly about Marianne's progress. I think they

would prefer that you not visit until Marianne has settled into their

program for a month or two, but I'll let them discuss that with you."

"No, there's nothing to be alarmed about. Marianne is doing fine.

She just requested this move as a precaution to help her adjust to

the stresses and strains of the program here. This is a fairly

common sort of thing ... we have quite a few girls going back and

forth to Whetstone and other New Beginnings schools each year. It's

nothing to be alarmed about."

"OK, Mrs Leicester, thank you for being so understanding. You'll

hear from someone at Whetstone tomorrow. And feel free to call me

here any time if there's anything concerning Marianne that you want

to discuss."

[Atramentum]

Nobody else is going to comment on the return of this gem?

Wonderful story, wonderful new chapter.

The characters Raquel Hollister and now Jennifer Wesly add a particularly interesting dynamic - graduates of the program who are apparently okay with it, and at least one of whom still wears diapers, at least some of the time.

(I know fyunch already had Emily Hanson wearing a diaper in the previous story set in this world, but that seemed to be for practical reasons in a very specific situation.)

[fyunch]

:-)

[diaperpt]

NO!! Don't feel unloved! I've been waiting patiently for some more of this story to appear. I just noticed the update moments ago.

[fyunch]

Movie Night

[Atramentum]

The characters Raquel Hollister and now Jennifer Wesly add a particularly interesting dynamic - graduates of the program who are apparently okay with it and at least one of whom still wears diapers, at least some of the time.

On reflection, that was putting it too mildly. They seem to be downright enthusiastic about the New Beginnings programming. Which is even more interesting.

(And/or enthusiastic about initiating new girls into it.)

I'm back at work and have some more chapters under way, and some time to work on them (!).

My heart's aflutter.

And huzzah, you just added some more!

[battlemage]

I can't believe this is the first time I've been introduced to this story! It is quite wonderful!

[D503]

Oh yes, huzzah! Thanks-a-fyunch!

[diaperpt]

Hmmm...am I missing something? Making something of nothing? Last we saw of Marianne, she was bundled up and being 'hydrated' for her trip to Whetstone Academy.

[fyunch]

Yes, as I mentioned, Marianne's Transfer Request was out of sequence.

[diaperpt]

well, not a difficult task for me. But I can be confused and still enjoy your writing.

[D503]

BUMP!

[fyunch]

Alex Wins and Loses

[Eider]

I swear, I'm pretty sure the LAST time I delurked here was also to express gratitude for the continuation of this wonderful story. (Forgot the password for the last account.)

So, it seems that New Beginnings is giving the girls in its college program the same compulsion to perform oral sex as the women in its prison program. I wonder if the parents know and approve. I also wonder how much of the conditioning is meant to last beyond college and what this means for Raquel Hollister and Jennifer Wesly. Intriguing.

Excellent pacing in the oral sex scene, as Alicia gradually discovers the reality of the situation. Clever foreshadowing in the phone conversation with Pam wondering why a boy would get engaged to a girl who wears diapers.

Thank you for the new chapter!