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By RedboyDiaperson99 · Posted
I need to catch up on your stories! They are sooooo good! Do you have a reading order? -
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To be honest they look more like white briefs then a diaper. Either way, if he was on Epstein Island, he is someone our community can do without -
Dr. McKay stood in the giant court room, waiting for the judge. The last day... (Or was it an hour? A few hours? Hard to tell.) The last whatever amount of time had been a series of shocks. She had been publicly spanked, stripped, put in varying outfits, and transported between buildings. She had tried to explain herself, tried to beg, tried to reason, and tried to run away and fight, and none of it worked. Now, she was standing in a court room. She was wearing shoes, a fully visible white plastic diaper, her original dress shirt, and that was all. Well... Not quite all. She also had cuffs holding her hands behind her back, and a leash attached to a harness that the cop beside her held, but she tried not to think about those. They weren't really clothes anyway. She was told this was the chance to explain herself she had begged for. They told her the great academic and diplomat she claimed to be should have no issue explaining why she had be robbed a store, attacked a clerk, then tried to pay for services with fake money. They then quickly added "wandering around without your caretaker," which she decided to ignore, but guessed was probably the real problem. When she asked for a lawyer, they had laughed, and told her there were no lawyers for "Wayward Little Adoption Court." The name itself didn't convince her it was going to be a fair trail. Still, she told herself at least she'd be heard, and as members of the legal system, a judge and police, they'd be more reasonable. She gulped. Because the legal system was always unbiased in her world? Because cops and judge's were always fair? Her own writing often contradicted that exact point. She looked at the police officer holding her leash. She was a muscular, stern looking woman with greying hair and a face that said she didn't take nonsense. She had what looked like a taser or pistol at her belt, big enough to take out a giant, and near it, a paddle, more then enough to control a little. The difference in how either "threat" was seen was clear just form that. Her hands brushed against the diaper they had put her in. That was another thing. Her outfit didn't bode well for how seriously they were treating her case. She tried to imagine herself arguing like an attorney while in her current clothes, and even she wanted to laugh at the image. At least it was clean, unlike some of the unfortunate Littles she had seen being lead away from the court, all with tears and fear in their eyes. From the look and smell of their diapers, they might have been in the same ones for days. Dr. McKay laughed to herself. There was a way to guess how long it had been. Her diaper was still clean, and no one had changed her yet. So this entire process took less then the amount of time it took for her bladder to get full. "Order in the court!" Dr. McKay stood up straight. An elderly man in a long black judge's cloak walked in then sat at the podium. even sitting, he towered over her, and she gulped. "Judge J. Stern presiding." "Good afternoon everyone," he said. "Good afternoon Judge Stern," the police officer said. The police officer nudged Dr. McKay. "Good afternoon Judge Sturn," she said, fumbling his name. The judged stared at her through halfmoon lens glasses, then inhaled sharply. "Well, the Little's Manners Check didn't go well." The police officer and the few people in the audience laughed. Dr. McKay gulped. "So it seems you, within the space of about one hour, attacked a store employee with a strap, robbed that store, stole services from a help desk, then tried to run, all before earning yourself a spanking, then a diapering, and ending up here." "Well yes butt..." The officer yanked her leash and shushed her. The judge looked at her sternly. "Speaking out of turn won't help your case. Officer, if that diapered brat does that again, please give her a spanking." "With pleasure, your honour." The officer fingered her paddle, and Dr. McKay felt her chances decrease. "During the same time, you, presenting yourself as the leader of an diplomatic and academic group, abandoned your team, got lost, tried to run away, went for help, and tried to pay for services with fake money. None of these are crimes in the same way theft is, but they do speak to your character, intelligence, most importantly for our purposes, maturity. While, again, getting yourself spanked and diapered. Our purpose here is to determine if you are mature enough to take care of yourself or if you need a caregiver, and it is not looking well." Dr. McKay stood silently as they stared at her. "Oh," she realized it was her turn. "Well, to begin with, I didn't just "end up" in a diaper, it was the guard who put me it, and frankly its abusi..." "Let me stop you there," the Judge said. "I don't know how it works from where you are from, but here, blaming others won't prove your maturity, and attacking our laws and customs while accusing a guard doing their job of abuse won't help either. In this court, the fact that a full sized adult determined it was better for a Little to be spanked and put in diapers speaks against the LITTLE it happened to, not the adult who generously helped them... "I don't think they HELPED" Dr. McKay burst out. "BAD LITTLE! Officer?" WHACK! Dr. McKay shouted as the paddle came down on her bottom. She rubbed her bottom through her diaper and moaned. She sighed, and calmed herself. It was their land, their rules. The Judge waggled a finger. "That is enough of that. No more interruptions, no more outbursts, and no more speaking. If you can't be polite, we can get a tied pacifier to help you, and you can argue your cause through mime. Do you want that?" She shook her head. "Good Little. Didn't think so. Now keep being a good Little and wait your turn to speak." "As I was saying, a Little being diapered by a full sized adult speaks against the LITTLE, not the adult who generously, and wisely," he added with emphasis "determined they needed help and offered it. You should be thanking them, not accusing. This is especially true if that adult was a security guard who caught the Little robbed two shops within an hour. You EARNED that spanking AND that diaper yourself, the guard helped you by providing them." Dr. McKay held her breath to stop another 'outburst.' She reminded herself that these were their laws in their land, but she could still reason with them. When she was sure it was her time to speak, she began again. "Well, taking the strap was an accident..." "Do you really have that little control over yourself? Should we get you mitts with no fingers? That can help sometimes." She waited again, then began. "No, thank you sir. What I mean to say is I was afraid..." "Yes, we know how easily scared Littles are. Good Little for admitting it, I can tell your misplaced pride made it hard." She waited, then began. This was not going well, she could tell. "When it came to the help desk, I did try to pay..." "Yes, with the play money. I heard." She waited again. "Yes, that is money from where I am from." "Mhmm. And you thought it would be the same money here? And didn't bother to check? Did you not claim to be a professor and an experienced diplomat? Were you lying about your history, or were you lying about the money? If you had no qualifications but lied about them, then the point is made we are done here." "No, I am a professor and diplomat. I have a PHD in anthropology and MULTIPLE published works." "So you lied about the money then, and it was theft." "Well I uh..." she fumbled around for words. He waved her off. "Never mind. If you are as experienced as you say, you MUST have realized what you did made no sense. Are you really what is considered to be intelligent and educated in Little land? I expected bad, but that is insane." She felt herself getting colder, and her head grew light. How could he twist everything she said? She breathed deeply to calm herself. "Please, let me begin again. I am on a diplomatic trip..." "Yes, we know." She paused. Maybe there was help. "You do?" "You were expected at the parliament hours ago. There were dignities, a band, and cameras waiting for your delegation. A great deal of money was spent, that as it turns out was wasted as you blew off your duties to rob a store and get spanked and diapered by a security guard." Her rage burned as much as her fear froze. "Well, I couldn't go when I was locked up..." He rolled his eyes. "BAD LITTLE! More blaming others. Typical Little behavior. Never should have expected different." "HOW COULD I GO IF I WAS LOCKED UP?!" "More outbursts? I warned you. Its YOUR fault you were locked up, YOUR fault the delegation failed, and YOUR fault that money was wasted, and your inability to see that is exactly WHY you got spanked and WHY you are in diapers now, NOT the responsible adults abuse. And yes, by "in diapers now" I mean from now on from the way this is going." "No..." she said, shuddering. "You can't do that you F$(@#(..." as soon as the words left her mouth, she knew it was the end. "Really? Officer, get the pacifier gag." "Yes your honor." "NO, wait, please I'm sorry. What about... diplomatic immunity?" The judge looked curious. "What is that? Whatever it is, its your laws not ours. Gag her, and spank her for good measure. We'll make a good Little out of you even if we have to force you." "No, please, no... AAAAA!" the officer pushed a giant pacifier into her mouth, and locked it behind her head. A moment later she was bent over the banister in front of her, feeling yet another spanking. It didn't last long, but it had the desired effect. An entire courtroom was privileged with the view of her pampered bottom being spanked, and not a single one of them saw it as shocking or even out of the ordinary. When they were done, any desire, or even ability, to argue, was gone. She was stood up again, ready to stand mute as her trial proceeded without her input. "Good Little. Now you can stand there and behave while the real adults speak. Lets begin again." Her head was spinning, and she felt like she was going to black out. The judge went through her crimes and actions again, turning everything she did and said with the same effect. She stood helplessly and silent as she was portrayed as an immature, childish, and selfish idiot. She barely remembered any of it, but she knew that at the end, she was put permanently into diapers, and sent to the re-training facility she was at now.
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Here's part four. Hope you like it. 😀😭😋🤣😒 While Ryoko and Ayeka watched Mihoshi and Kiyone progress, for lack of a better term, through the Inventions on the TV, Ryoko fell off of the couch, unable to stop laughing. This was easily as entertaining as seeing Ayeka being humbled during their trip through Washu's madhouse of mechanical nannies. She almost couldn't wait for them to find Washu just for the look that would be on Mihoshi's face. This was going to be a fun week. "Really, Ryoko!" Ayeka scolded. "You’re acting as though you were Washu when we went through there!" "Maybe I am." Ryoko said smugly. "But at least I'm not taunting the two." Ayeka just groaned. The more she watched Mihoshi and Kiyone stumble around the baby care devices of Washu's, the more she felt that they shouldn't have invited the two over in the first place. Perhaps it would have been better to just suffer in silence and not have tried to get even with Washu if it lead to this. In Washu's lab, Mihoshi and Kiyone were walking around, in Kiyone's case, rolling considering her walker. Kiyone was holding her pee in for as long as possible when Mihoshi suddenly stopped and looked at another invention. It was a gray, metal table with a green top and an orange slide. "What’s this?" Mihoshi asked as she finished her bottle. "The Automatic Changing Table." The mechanized voice said. "To teach you to be gentle during diaper changes." "Oh wow." Mihoshi said in awe. Kiyone just groaned behind her pacifier, but whether because of her annoyance at Mihoshi or because she just couldn't hold it anymore, Kiyone ended up using her diaper. After what felt like five minutes of peeing, Kiyone finally stopped, and it made her more upset than ever. She had peed herself just like a big baby. Overcome with anger and embarrassment, Kiyone began crying. At that, the arms of the lab pulled a yellow lever at the side of the table. A sudden pop made as the table activated made Mihoshi jump back and pee herself too. Just then, a chute in the front opened up as orange, double jointed mechanical arms with gray hands grabbed Kiyone and dropped her down the chute before she could even realize what was happening. Mihoshi tried to run away, but the arms simply grabbed Mihoshi by the stomach and held her there, the panic she felt, caused Mihoshi to continue to pee her diaper, making it more uncomfortable. Kiyone, meanwhile, was in utter blackness as she felt her diaper get torn off. She then called out in shock as she felt her butt and groin get rubbed down with a very cold, very wet baby wipe. She couldn't see any way of getting her barrings and continued whining and struggling against the hands that were cleaning her, earning her a few slaps on her already sore bottom. Eventually, the podium Kiyone was on bolted up as she emerged into the normal light of the lab just in time to see the arms outside of the table drop Mihoshi inside as she screamed in utter terror. Trying to take advantage of momentary freedom, Kiyone tried to jump off of the table, but the arms immediately grabbed her and spanked her for a solid minute before bringing her back to the table. Kiyone was thoroughly powdered by the arms before her new diaper was wrapped around her pelvis and pinned together on each side, just like before. Kiyone was then sent down the slide as she screamed in panic, hitting her walker as it rolled off into the distance. By that point, Mihoshi popped up, her butt glistening from her recent cleaning. The arms immediately grabbed her legs and sprayed her with baby powder, making her sneeze and cough. Clearly, this machine was malfunctioning with how roughly it was handling her. Mihoshi's new diaper was then wrapped around her pelvis and pinned together on each side like before. Mihoshi was then sent down the slide as she crashed into Kiyone, causing both of them to bump into the Robot Butler. He picked both of them up, one in each arm, and walked forward. Kiyone spit out her pacifier. She had been sick of this place since minute one, and she wasn't about to go through any more without a fight. She and Mihoshi were getting out of here if it was the last thing she did. "Whewe awe you taking us?!" Kiyone demanded. "To a new, more comfortable means of travel, ma'am." The Butler explained. "Oh no!" Kiyone insisted, kicking her legs fruitlessly. "Wet us go wight now!! We'we not babies!!!" "Help!!" Mihoshi called out, tired of this as well, finally. "Miss Washu, help us!!" However, the Robot Butler just kept walking. Kiyone and Mihoshi were still dangling at his sides, and unable to resist. Kiyone was ready to kill Washu. Once they found her, she'd better have a good excuse for not stopping Ryoko and Ayeka's little scheme. To be continued...
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