Rainbow Diapers

The terry square dried nicely on the washing line but the terry-lined pants, day 2 of hanging in our shaded outdoor area and they're still not dry😅 We dont currently have a drier and its pretty much snowing in central Victoria at the moment. Id consider at day trip to Queensland at the moment just to escape this weather.... and see our (nappy) dealer. At least @oznl is in thr right part of Australia 🤣

Wow, another awesome chapter.  Almost wish Miss Beth could have redeemed herself by caring for Tommy until Mommy came over.   Still a great read.  Thank you  

HUNTING DOWN THE FRAT BOYS “Cindy! This is a nice surprise. What brings you out on this frosty Sunday afternoon? You and your friends should be camped out in the library, hitting the books.” Suzie Marshall looked over Cindy's shoulder, but she couldn't put a name to either of the girls standing behind her. “Hi, Miss Marshall; let me introduce Brenda and Gwen.” Cindy nodded at each of her companions in turn. “We're walking off lunch,” she laughed, “but before getting down to studying we wondered if we could have a few minutes of your time.” “Of course, Dear. Let's adjourn to my office.” Standing aside, Suzie beckoned for her three guests to enter. “Now, what's up,” Suzie asked when they were all seated. “Brenda and Gwen are dorm rats,” Cindy explained, “and they've both been ostracized because they wet their beds. Brenda reached out to us, and I'm delighted to say that she's pledged the sorority and will be moving in next term. One of your scouts found Gwen, and we sought her out … asked her if she'd like to move in as well. She's keen on the idea, but we have to run it by her parents, and that might be a hard sell given ZAP's reputation. Her Residential Advisor strongly believes that this is in her best interest, and we're hoping that his recommendation will seal the deal.” “I'd recommend that you invite her parents to visit ZAP next Saturday night, and then bring them over here. Our end of term party will be in full swing, but there will be no alcohol served. We'll have a band, and there will be lots of dancing, but nothing wild. Compared to a Delta kegger, our affairs are pretty sedate. If Gwen's parents really believe that sororities are the modern day version of Sodom and Gomorrah, we should be able to put their worst fears to rest.” “Gee, Miss Marshall, thank you!” Gwen was ecstatic. “Anything else I can do to help,” Suzie asked. “Miss Marshall, you've always said that our formal education takes place in the classroom, but our social development takes place outside of it. Bedwetting hasn't simply stunted Gwen and Brenda's social development, it's throttled it. You have to believe that the same thing is true for boys in the dorms and frat houses with this problem. Long term, we need to encourage one of the frats to become a safe haven for bedwetters, but right now we need to find boyfriends for both of our sisters. If we can pair them off with boys with this problem, we can kill two birds with one stone. Have you identified any other bedwetters apart from Mikey and Tommy at Delta?” “Cindy, I've found three so far … and yes, I'm told that all three of them are having trouble fitting in. But I can't simply give you their names without compromising their rights to privacy. What I would suggest is that you ask around … talk to your friends in the Betas, the Zetas and the Omegas. Once you've located them, you might invite them to pay ZAP a visit and maybe make some new friends. Let Brenda and Gwen take it from there.” “Thanks, Miss Marshall. Have you come up with a date for the spank your favorite policewoman auction?” “Apart from your Theater Arts class, exams finish up Wednesday at three, so we'll be conducting the auction here at five. Notices will go out this afternoon to each of the chapter presidents. I've decided to let the fraternities participate in the bidding, but if one of them prevails, it will have to designate a sorority of its choice to spank away!" "That's clever. The scholarship fund benefits, but we still keep things from going over the edge.” “My thinking exactly.” “If I stop by sometime after three, will you allow me to deliver the notices to the Betas, Zetas and Omegas personally?” “Cindy,” Suzie laughed, “you are a girl after my own heart!” . . . . “Cindy, get your butt inside, girl; it's cold out there!” Greg Harper was a Senior, and currently President of the Zeta chapter. “Thanks, Greg. But why are you answering the door? Don't your pledges get stuck with such mundane chores?” “Mundane? Wow, Cindy, your vocabulary has really taken off since our freshman year. You did not exactly shine in Freshman Comp.” “And now I can quote Shakespeare. How about you, Greg? Did you ever figure out where the Seychelles are located?” “Yeah,” Greg laughed. His first year geography course had been equally inglorious. “Seriously, Doll, what brings you to our little corner of the Row?” “Miss Marshall asked me to stop by.” Cindy reached into her bag and pulled out one of the notices. “PISS is hosting the spank your favorite policewoman auction Wednesday at five. Fraternities can bid for the privilege, but if you win, you will have to select a sorority to pound away on the Batgirl's ass. All proceeds go to the Scholarship Fund ...” “Which is in bad shape at the moment.”  Karen Walsh had laid out the bad news for the Panhellenic Council at Wednesday's meeting. “Professor Grady racked up six thousand in donations from the corporate big-wigs on Thursday night. Now it's our turn.” “Cindy, that's great. How will the auction work? We can't exactly fit everybody who wants to bid into anything smaller than the basketball arena.” “Right. Each house will figure out its max bid, and send two or three members to stand in for the rest. If you win, you can all troop over to your chosen sorority and listen to the mayhem from an adjoining room. The Batgirl will shake hands with the winners if she's still upright at the end. Miss Marshall will handle the money.” “Cindy, this is really well thought out. Oh, and did I mention that the diaper really looks good on you? You've always been hot, but now you're shooting out flames.” “Thanks, Greg, but flattery will get you exactly nowhere because this monster is locked on and I don't have the key. But not all the girls are locked up. Tom and Geri came to us from another house … two bedwetters who have built solid relationships with a pair of bedwetters over at Delta ...” “Tommy and Mikey,” Greg interjected; “yeah, I know all about them.” “What you don't know is that, with Miss Marshall's help, we have been actively recruiting bedwetters in the dorms. We have one definite commitment for the Spring term, and a second that depends on what her parents have to say. What neither has is a boyfriend, so I'm scouting out the fraternities to pin down possible matches. A little birdie told me that Zeta has a bedwetter whose social life is nonexistent. I'd like to invite him to have dinner with us next Saturday night, and then escort the sister of his choosing to the gala at PISS. I've already cleared this with Miss Marshall, who doesn't want anyone to be left behind because of a problem like asthma or bedwetting.” “God, Cindy, you're another Suzie Marshall in the making, and you're right. One of our pledges is a bedwetter, and he wears diapers and plastic pants to bed every night. Beau hasn't been out on a date since he joined the house, and he's really down in the dumps. He's a good student, but if we don't boost his spirits he's gonna fall off the cliff. Whaddya say I come over on Friday night and drag him along? A table for four?” “I'm thinking … maybe eight. I've got a couple of more stops before I call it a day. The Deltas and the Zetas aren't the only houses on my list.” . . . . Geri opened the door a crack and peeked out into the hallway. Dressed only in their diapers, pink baby pants and pink onesies, Mikey and Tommy were off to her left, their backs pressed against the wall, desperate to remain hidden from sight. They had no idea who was knocking; the house was all but deserted, their frat brothers mostly off studying in the campus libraries. “Brenda,” Geri exclaimed as she flung the door wide open. She could see Gwen Cooper lurking further down the hallway. “How did you get up here?” “There's no one downstairs, so we just came on up. Don't worry; we both signed the guest book.” “Get in here, both of you. Mikey almost had a heart attack when you knocked. We aren't expecting anyone.” “Really? I thought the six of us were going to study here this afternoon. Hi, Mikey.” Brenda gave him a radiant smile as the two boys peeled themselves off the wall. “Hi, Tommy.” “Hi, Brenda; hi, Gwen. Yeah, that was the plan. And we went down to the basement this morning and ransacked the files. Got all the exam papers on your list, so we're good to go. Uh, we're running a bit late because the girls took us shopping after breakfast ...” “A sex shop in the northern suburbs,” Laura interrupted. “The boys now have their own paddles, and they're guaranteed to hurt.” Geri reached into one of Mikey's dresser drawers, and brought out his paddle. It was the perforated version, and she handed it to Brenda. “The salesgirl told us that this hurts a lot worse than one without holes, and from now on we want their spankings to be memorable. And when you're babysitting Mikey, you have my permission to paddle his behind if he gives you any trouble.” “You'll let me babysit him?” Brenda was thrilled; standing there in his pink onesie, Mikey was so cute! “Aren't you afraid that I'll try to seduce him?” “Not anymore,” Geri smirked. “Mikey and Tommy are now permanently out of circulation. They are both locked into steel chastity cages, and Laura and I have the keys. No more masturbation, no more erections, and of course no sex with anyone else. We no longer have to worry about them being unfaithful. Neither of them will ever be unlocked unless we want to have sex with them. But we're both horny, so that will be happening a lot.” Brenda gawked at Mikey; both boys were staring down at the floor, and she thought Mikey looked adorable. He really was just a big baby, and he was getting the treatment that he not only deserved but needed. Geri would make all of his decisions for him, now and forever more. Mikey was exactly what she was looking for in a boyfriend, and when she found the right guy, she would take him down this same path. Boys were all babies, they all belonged in diapers, and they needed to have their boy bits locked up and out of reach. “I so want to babysit Mikey,” Brenda gushed, “and rest assured that I will turn his ass beet red if not purple. I hope you're going to spank him a lot; the only way to keep boys out of trouble is to put them over your knee every time they act up. Don't let anything slide by!” “Oh, I won't,” Geri assured her. “Mikey has been giving the eye to a lot of girls in the cafeteria, and that's going to stop. I'm going to spank him tonight, and just to make sure that his screams don't disturb the rest of the house ...” “Ta dah, we also got them ball gags,” Laura crowed as she reached into the top drawer of Tommy's dresser and brought it out. “Open wide, baby!” Obediently, Tommy opened his mouth, and Laura pushed the gag deep inside. Then she twirled him around, buckled the straps tight, and locked the gag in place. “Good idea.” Geri opened Mikey's dresser a second time, and in a matter of moments Mikey was also gagged. “Babies should be seen but not heard,” Geri pronounced. “Now we can concentrate on our studies. The bed, Mikey … now!” Geri was pointing at the bed, and Mikey knew better than to disobey. He hopped onto the bed, and waited for further instructions. “Sit up in your pillows and I'll pass you your History notes. You've seen the exam papers so you know where to concentrate. Gwen, you can take his desk; take a look at the exams, and figure out a course of action. I want Mikey to get an A in this class; Brenda, we'll dive into calculus next.” “The bed, Tommy … right now!” Laura was glaring at him, and Tommy got to it. Like Mikey, he pulled himself up until he was resting against his pillows, but he couldn't get comfortable. His diaper was pushing on the chastity cage, and the cage was pinching his cock. He was miserable. Laura spread his texts and notebooks around him. “Get to it,” she commanded. "Perfect,” Geri whispered as she stood at the foot of his bed and glared at Mikey. She finally had her future husband exactly where she wanted him-- permanently diapered, and now in chastity. Once they were married, the cage would come off less and less frequently, and when she was pregnant, it wouldn't come off at all. Michaela would displace Mikey, his sexual urges would wither and die, and with time and training her baby slave would become the perfect wife-- a breadwinner who existed to provide for her and the children, and to use his tongue to make her happy. Laura was staring down at Tommy, who had buried his head in a notebook. He was still too rebellious for her liking, but the paddle would spank it out of him. He wasn't happy about the daytime diapers and the loss of his toilet privileges, but she was not going to relent. He was a baby, and she would decide what adult privileges he would or would not enjoy. The toilet would not be one of them. She didn't trust Tommy to remain faithful anymore than she would trust any man, but the chastity cage had already put that problem in the rear view mirror. He would be wearing it for the rest of his life. Sitting at Mikey's desk, Gwen glanced over her shoulder and smiled. Either boy could serve as a role model for what she and Brenda wanted in their boyfriends and eventual husbands. She could only hope that Cindy was tracking down a few equally suitable candidates as she went from frat to frat searching out the bedwetters that Suzie Marshall had uncovered. . . . . “What light through yonder window breaks?                                                                                                                It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.                                                                                                                              Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,                                                                                                              Who is already sick and pale with grief,                                                                                                                  That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.” Standing at the bottom of the staircase, Ron Gleason stared up at Cindy, who was on the landing above him. They were rehearsing Act 2, Scene 2 of Romeo and Juliet for their final examination performance in their Theater Arts class. “What do you think, Cindy? Osgood always stands at the back of the classroom. Will he hear me, or do I need to dial it up another notch?” “Good Lord, no! Ron, that was perfect. Any louder and it will sound like you're screaming.” “Cindy, using the staircase as a prop … that was brilliant. Now it's your go.” “O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?                                                                                                      Deny thy father and refuse thy name;                                                                                                                        Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,                                                                                                                And I'll no longer be a Capulet.” “Bravo,” Jackie clapped. ZAP's dining room was packed, the girls cramming for the final exams that awaited most of them on Monday morning. But when Cindy took the stage, everyone paused to listen in. Cindy was a superstar, and it was a given that she would take Juliet to heights that no one had ever scaled before. “Thank you,” Cindy called out as she descended the stairs. “If only Personnel Management could be staged.” “Amen,” Ron moaned. “But at least we've got five years worth of finals to guide the way!” Cindy and Ron were struggling to keep their heads above water in their Business School class, and Ron had raided the Beta house exam files to give them a sense of what material they should be prepping. Cindy was desperate to secure a B because she needed someone in the Business School to serve as the Faculty Advisor for her Directed Studies program at the hospital. Earning both extra credit and a paycheck was the prize that awaited her if she could do well on Monday's exam. “So, I've been told that the Betas have a bedwetter in their midst,” Cindy pointed out as she abruptly changed the subject. “I've tracked down two others; Beau Travis is a Zeta, and Randy James an Omega. Both have non-existent social lives, so I've invited them to have dinner with us on Friday night. We have several bedwetters in our ranks, and we are actively recruiting others in the dorms. They need boyfriends, and Beau and Randy need girlfriends. If your brother is a social outcast, he'd be welcome to join us. Our bedwetters will be attending the end of term party at PISS afterwards, and it would be nice if they had escorts.” “Hmm,” Ron hummed as he thought about it. “You're right. Paul … er, Paul Symonds … he's down in the dumps. He definitely needs to hook up with someone, but he's afraid to start a relationship and then have it blow up in his face when she's finds out that he wears diapers and baby pants to bed at night. I can see his point; no one needs that kind of humiliation. Now, I might be able to drag him along if you invited me to dinner as well. And if you need an escort to the PISS extravaganza, I'm available.” “You're not taking Steph?” “She'll miss it. I'm putting Jackknife and Slasher on a plane to Winnipeg on Friday morning. They should be back in Moose Jaw in time for dinner.” “Aren't you Florida bound?” “Yep. Flying out on Sunday. I'll get back in time for our party the following Saturday, which will drag Alex back from International Falls. Jackie is keeping her boyfriend on a leash, so he gets the honor of trooping over to Beta with both of the twins in tow. You coming?” “Saturday night is my last hurrah. My parents are picking me up on Sunday morning, and I'm going to be crib bound at home … returned to infancy for the holidays. Literally. I won't even be allowed to walk inside the house; I'll be crawling around like an eight month old. Can't walk, can't talk … and my sister will spank the shit out of me if I break any of the rules. The only time I'll be allowed out is when I have duty at the hospital.” “And of course you'll be wearing and using this monster diaper of yours every minute of the day.” “Which doesn't bother me in the slightest. I've always been top heavy, but now my body is in balance. It feels good … so good that I will probably go right on wearing these diapers after I finish probation.” “I hope so, because you look great, Cindy. I mean, really … Steph and I are a thing, but I still would like to take you in my arms and pat your well padded rear end. You look fantastic.” “And how about you, Ron? Steph has you wearing diapers; how's it going?” “No problems at all. Right now it's an occasional thing, but if Steph wants me in diapers 24/7, I'll go there. It's just not that big a deal.” “The perfect boyfriend! I'll pass this little tidbit along to Steph. What are the odds that she'll act on it, and send your underwear out with the trash. A diaper, pink baby pants and a pink onesie ...” “In exchange for non-stop sex,” Ron cut in with a laugh. “It's turned out to be a good deal for Mikey and Tommy over at Delta, and I'd be a fool not to give Steph what she wants. She's brought a real glow to my senior year.” “Ron, if we can pull this off … get all of our outcasts squared away ... we'll be hailed as the king and queen of Fraternity Row!” “As long as we don't end up like Romeo and Juliet,” Ron guffawed.

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