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By Bel George · Posted
Chapter 2 The next evening at dinner, a few weeks before departure to Stockholm, the air felt different. Not tense exactly, but watchful, like Sophia had something she was waiting to say. I’d spent most of the day trying to keep my mind on other things, but every time there was a quiet moment, my thoughts drifted back to last night’s conversation. I’d replayed the Brussels landing in my head more times than I cared to admit, yet somehow I still hadn’t come up with a neat solution that would satisfy her. Sophia waited until We had all finished serving ourselves before speaking. “Oliver,” she began, looking at me squarely across the table, “this is the first time we’ll be flying anywhere since… that incident. How are you going to make sure you don’t wet your pants again?” My fork paused halfway to my mouth. She had said it plainly this time, no softening of the words, and for a second I just stared at her. “I …” I started, but nothing came out. “Well?” she prompted. “You’ve had a day to think about it. I’m expecting a proper answer.” The truth was, I’d thought about the problem plenty, just not in a way that gave me anything useful to say. And the question caught me wrong, hitting that same nerve she had touched last night. “I don’t know,” I said, sharper than I meant to. “And I can’t wear a diaper at twenty, if that’s what you’re hinting at.” Charlotte’s head lifted at that, her eyes flicking between us with sudden interest. Sophia frowned. “A diaper? I wasn’t suggesting that . I was expecting you to say you’d be sensible, go to the toilet sooner, not wait until the last minute and get caught in a situation you can see coming. Seatbelt signs, rough landings, delays… these things happen.” I felt my face heating. “You’re the one who told me it happens to other people too,” I muttered, throwing her own words from five years ago back at her. “That was different,” she said firmly. “I was trying to make you feel better. It doesn’t happen to other people, at least not to grown-ups who take care of themselves.” She paused, leaning back slightly in her chair. “Although… now that you’ve brought it up, a diaper wouldn’t be the worst idea. I hadn’t thought of it before, but it might be a sensible solution if you can’t guarantee there won’t be a problem.” I could only stare at her. “You can’t be serious.” Her expression didn’t change. She simply returned to her meal as though the discussion was over. Across the table, Charlotte lowered her phone and gave me the smallest, most knowing smile. Charlotte I’d nearly forgotten about it. At least, it wasn’t something I thought about anymore. But watching Oliver fumble under Mum’s questions brought it all back. We were flying back home from the States, and the poor boy just wet his pants during landing. It had been a rough descent, bumpy, noisy, people gasping, but still, I wasn’t expecting that. Since we usually get along quite well, I still don’t know why I found it so funny. Maybe it was the shock of seeing it happen, maybe it was the fact that my younger stepbrother, only two days younger than me, had just lost control like a little kid at the age of fifteen. And it wasn’t exactly a secret, either. By the time we were standing at baggage reclaim, the dark patch on the back of his jeans was impossible to miss. Probably even more noticeable from behind than he realized. I’m pretty sure everyone within ten metres had worked it out. A few months later, first week of school, French class. Madame Lefèvre decided we’d all share un événement mémorable from our holidays. One by one, people stood up and talked about beaches, hiking trips, amusement parks. When my turn came, I stood and began, clear and steady: “Cet été, j’ai voyagé en avion…” (This summer, I travelled by plane…) I launched into a description of the landing, the strong winds, the shuddering wings, the bins overhead rattling, the hard touchdown, the engines screaming back to life, the sudden climb. I painted the whole picture, even mimicking the way the plane tilted. A few classmates leaned forward, hooked by the drama. Then I finished, almost as an afterthought: “…and the boy sitting next to me wet his pants during the landing.” I didn’t say Oliver’s name. Every head in the room seemed to turn toward him at once. His face went bright red, and the snickering started. And then it was his turn. He stood slowly, still red in the face, clutching his notes. “Uh… over the summer we… we went to the Grand Canyon…” he began, but every pause in his halting speech was filled with muffled laughter. I don’t think a single person actually heard what he said about the canyon, they were too busy exchanging looks and trying not to laugh out loud. By the end of the day, Mum knew. She said humiliating my brother wasn’t acceptable and took my phone for a month. I knew exactly who had told her. And now, years later, watching him squirm again… well, maybe this trip to Sweden was going to be memorable too. That night, lying in bed, I kept replaying the look on his face at dinner. The flicker of panic when Mum asked her question, the flush when he blurted out, “I can’t wear a diaper at twenty.” Five years ago, it had been pure chance. A perfect storm of bad timing and bad weather. But now? At twenty, it wasn’t going to just happen. Not without a little help. I propped my phone against my knees and started searching. “Diuretics” was the first word that came to mind. I’d read about them before, mostly in random articles or health pieces. Pills, powders, herbal teas, even energy drinks that doubled as bladder-fillers if you knew what you were doing. Click. Scroll. Click again. Some were prescription-only. Too risky. Others were herbal supplements, easy to order, delivered in discreet packaging. Harmless on paper, but just enough to make someone desperate if timed right. I skimmed through reviews, looking for keywords: fast-acting, works in under two hours, potent. A few people mentioned “surprising urgency”, exactly what I was after. Of course, just giving him one wouldn’t be enough. I’d have to control the timing, keep him from going to the bathroom too soon. Make sure he was right back in that same awful position, seatbelt sign on, no escape, every second a struggle. I closed my laptop, my plan already sketching itself in my head. Mum might have been half-joking about the diaper idea tonight, but if Oliver “couldn’t help himself” on the plane again… well, she wouldn’t be joking then. And I’d get to watch it all happen. I added three different ones to my cart. One herbal tea blend, one capsule, and one powdered “detox” mix that could dissolve in almost anything. All promised quick results, all had reviews full of phrases like couldn’t stop going to the bathroom and worked too well. They arrived within the week, plain brown envelopes that Mum never even glanced at when they came through the door. I kept them tucked in the back of my wardrobe until I had a free afternoon to experiment. Testing them was the fun part. The tea was my first test. I brewed it strong, just like the packet suggested, and sipped it while scrolling on my phone. An hour later, I could feel the effect building. A steady, uncomfortable pressure. But the taste was too distinctive. Oliver would notice something was up the second he smelled it. The capsule was next. Easy to swallow, no taste at all. The effect was stronger than the tea and hit a bit quicker, but I’d have to hand him a pill, which wasn’t exactly subtle. The powder, though… that was perfect. Dissolved completely in juice, no colour, no taste, no smell. The effect came on fast, just under an hour, and when it hit, it hit hard. I found myself pacing between the sofa and the bathroom, cursing myself for not timing it better. I grinned. This was it. If one dose made me that desperate, doubling it for Oliver and giving it to him about an hour before the seatbelt sign came on, would guarantee history repeating itself. I tucked the packet back into its envelope and slid it under a stack of sweaters in my wardrobe. All I had to do now was wait for departure day, and make sure Oliver’s next landing was just as unforgettable as the last. -
By LittleFallenPrincess · Posted
Chapter 59: Day Four Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Tw: Transphobia ------------------------------- “That serum stuff is serious shit…” I heard one of the soldiers saying on the fourth day, right around the time a couple of the first years got taken away and hadn’t been brought back. It had been an hour and they hadn’t returned yet… which made it obvious that they had been taken by Braithwaite for her ‘experiments’, which just made the pit at the bottom of my stomach even deeper. “Yeah, Dancer hasn’t been able to grip a cup, let alone hold his gun. Keeps crushing them. Nearly caved Carter’s chest in when he pushed him away,” the other soldier replied. “I know the woman said she would give us access to the strength serum, but how long will it take to get used to the effects? I don’t wanna crush some bird’s tits when I squeeze ‘em!” “But imagine being able to cave someone’s skull in with one punch… maybe it’s worth it?” “Maybe… but I guess we won’t find out until after this bullshit and the old bag’s done with her torture games. Then we get to properly test it.” “Where did she put the serum anyway?” “It was found in some doctor's office down here. Apparently she’s the one who designed it, knows how it works…” “Why not just take her and the serum after all this?” “Doc won’t talk. We even took another one of the staff to get her to cooperate… but she hasn’t talked yet. So that serum stays off limits in the Doc’s room down here until we ship it out.” Joy… they’re trying to get information about the serum from Joy… but who did they take from the staff to get her to talk? “Honestly… She's well fit. I wouldn’t mind giving her one when they’re done with her…” And with that… I was done listening to their conversation. In the afternoon, Ceres came rushing up to me, without making a scene. “What’s up? You look nervous,” I whispered up to her as she bent down to check me. Honestly… checking my nappy was the best excuse to check in with me, and the soldiers were none the wiser. “They took Emma,” she replied, sounding scared. “The girl from the first year?” “Yeah.” “And those two boys,” I said to her. “Shit. They took more? Really?” Ceres asked, she must not have realised they hadn’t been brought back yet. “That’s four taken and not brought back. And that’s not even counting Judy or Sarah…” “I’m worried.” “Me too,” I replied. “I don’t think backup will arrive in time. I think they’re speeding up their timetable here.” “What makes you think that?” “At first, from the whispers I had heard from the various soldiers… they were planning on torturing us all week before finally regressing you all and selling you off at the end of the week. But they’ve taken four of you now, and Judy and Sarah haven’t been seen either. And one of the soldiers was talking about Braithwaite getting nervous about her clients, about the tech she brought in not working as intended, about needing to do more tests. So I think she’s pushing the testing a bit more than she had planned in order to get it right by the end of the week. Maybe she thinks the sacrifices are worth the reduced number of sales?” “Sacrifices?” I asked, a chill running through my body. “Hun… Judy told me about the original tech her company developed back at LETO. She went through a lot of people before it was perfected. So it’s probably going to be the same here. They’ll be broken and ruined and she’ll just throw them away. Like I said… sacrifices.” “We need to save them. They can’t wait three more days!” “I know hun, but what can we do? Without the serum-” “I know where it is!” “You do?” “It’s still in Joy’s room down here in the basement. I heard the soldiers talking earlier. They took a staff member to make Joy talk… but she wouldn’t. So it’s locked up tight there until they’re done with us all.” “Shit… a staff member?” Ceres’ face looked troubled. No, not troubled… terrified. I had never seen her this scared before. “What’s up?” I asked, quietly. “I think I know who it is. Poor Chloe…” “How do you know it’s her?” “She was a poor imitation, a mock version of Braithwaite… who do you think the real Braithwaite will take her frustration out on… after Sarah, of course.” “Shit.” “Right. Leave this with me. I think I can-” “We need the serum,” I said, cutting her off. “We need to at least try and fight back, otherwise the others will be lost to us before we can be saved.” “How can we get to it though?” she asked. Honestly… I had no idea. Normally I’m good at coming up with ideas, but at this moment… I was stumped. But thankfully, Ceres’ brain was working for the both of us, as you could see the little light bulb flash in her head. “I’m sorry, sweetpea… but I’m going to have to do something you won’t like.” “What’s that?” “I’ll be back soon…” I didn’t like the sound of this, but hey, if it means getting out of this shitty situation… great. Right, when I said this was a ‘shitty situation’... I didn’t mean literally. But Ceres made it so, as she slipped me something in my afternoon bottle that made me, within moments, fill the back of my nappy and then some… “What the fuck is wrong with him?” the soldier nearest to us said, holding his nose and backing off. “Something must be wrong with their stomach. Maybe it’s the food Braithwaite brought in? Could it be an allergy or something?” Ceres lied. “Go get him changed. I’m not going anywhere near that shitty nappy though… You’re going to have to lift him…” the soldier replied, backing off further away from me. “Fine, but I’ll still need you to escort me. I can barely lift him myself, so I can’t open the doors, plus I don’t want to be shot by your mates just because I’m doing as I’m told.” “Fine. But I stay ten feet away from you at all times because fuck… that is rank!” Normally I’d be humiliated at a time like this, but right now I couldn’t give a fuck if it meant getting us to that serum. “I should change them in the Doctor’s room.” “Why?” he asked as Ceres lifted me up, with difficulty now, and held me on her hip. I could see how much this was straining her, so I just hoped it would be over quickly. “Because I need to give them something to settle their stomach, otherwise this will happen a lot… and do you want to do this multiple times this afternoon?” Ceres was really good at thinking on her feet. “Fine. Doc’s room. Go… but then we come straight back here. I assume there are nappies there too?” “Yes, there are.” “Then let’s get going…” he ordered, shooing us off towards the playroom exit with the end of his rifle. We were escorted down the various corridors back to the room that started all this… Joy’s examination room. I did not miss this place as Ceres settled me gently on the examination table, breathing a sigh of relief and stretching her back. Honestly, I’m surprised she could lift me at all, given I’m not exactly light and she’s not got super strength anymore. “Hurry the fuck up…” the soldier said, standing watch at the door, blocking the only way in and out of this room, his gun at the ready. “I just need to find the medication that will settle their tummy…” Ceres said as she turned and started checking the cupboards. With Ceres on one side of the room, the soldier on the opposite, and with me in the middle… I felt like if anything happened, I’d be caught in the crossfire. So I hoped whatever went down, Ceres would be careful. But as she checked the third cupboard… heels clacked through the hallway, leading into the room we were currently occupying. “What is he doing in here?” the traitorous shrill voice cried out. “The guy shit himself,” the soldier replied. “And? That’s what they do… it’s what we trained them to do…” Aurora said, rolling her eyes at the moronic soldier. “Bit of a blowout, Ma’am. Little fuck has an upset stomach apparently. This Nanny was just finding…” “Ceres…” Aurora called out. “Just a minute, Rory. Trying to find the…” she called back to her ‘superior’. Aurora was too impatient for a reply, so she marched over, followed closely by the soldier, who stood by the examination table I was laying on whilst the traitorous Nanny marched over to confront Ceres. “What are you d-” Before Aurora could reply, Ceres reached out and grabbed the woman by the neck… and squeezed. If she had done this just moments earlier… she would’ve just choked the woman but that would be all. The soldier would’ve probably ordered her to stand down and Rory would’ve punished her. But clearly she had found the serum in those few moments, and injected herself. So the syringe fell to the floor… along with Rory’s lifeless body. The soldier was well trained. He was quick. He took no time pulling out his rifle, aiming at Ceres, finger on the trigger… but Ceres had predicted his actions, grabbing the refrigerator door and ripping it off its hinges, using it as a shield as the bullets dented the thick metal door, but did not pierce it. Stepping forward, she went to go for the soldier… but the soldier wasn’t as stupid as he seemed. He grabbed my collar, pulling me off the examination table, up onto my feet, as he slowly backed towards the door, holding me with his arm around my neck. Shots fired again, but to no avail. So the soldier adapted. Everything was going on so quickly, I could barely react, let alone do anything. I was pretty much helpless at this point. The soldier let go of his rifle, letting the strap around his shoulder take the weight of the gun, before pulling out his handgun from the holster wrapped around his right leg. But instead of pointing it at Ceres… he held the end of the gun to my temple. He knew Ceres’ weakness. “LET GO OF HER!” Ceres roared from behind the large fridge door. “Don’t dare come fucking closer!” Slowly, we edged backwards, out of the door, into the corridor, with Ceres steadily following us, not making any sudden movements so that the soldier had no reason to fire. But as the door behind us opened, the door in front of us, the one on the opposite end of the corridor, opened too… and an unsuspecting soldier walked through, trapping Ceres between the two of them. They saw what was going on, but before they could react, Ceres lunged at the soldier who had just walked into this situation unaware, metal door in hand, and crushed them against the back door. This was the opportunity the soldier holding me needed, as he pushed open the door behind him, dragging me along for the ride, rushing away from the extremely strong Nanny that was out to hunt him down. Another couple of turns and we reached a door. Frantically banging on it with his right hand, the one with the gun, he cried out for them to open it. “FUCKING LET ME IN!” he cried. The door opened, and in he came, dragging me over it, before the door shut firmly behind us. And as I turned around… I saw the face of that old hag, Braithwaite… staring at me, raising her crooked eyebrow at the sight that lay before her. “What’s going on, Peters?” Braithwaite asked the soldier who still had his arm wrapped around my neck. “It’s this one’s Nanny… she got to the serum… killed Aurora and Davis.” “Shit. How did you let her get to it in the first place? You fucking idiot. Well whatever, just hunt her down and put a bullet in her brain. Leave this one with me, I need another test subject, and I’ve got one crib left…” ‘Crib?’ I looked around, as the soldier was dragging me across the room, to see about eight cribs all lined up against the walls, four on each side, opposite each other. And each crib had an occupant who was dressed up in a yellow onesie, matching booties and matching mittens… except one, which lay empty. I scanned each crib. Emma, the two boys, the fake Headmistress Chloe, Jack, and… Sarah. My heart dropped seeing Sarah in the crib. But that was six… …It was crib number seven that broke me. ====================================================== Sorry for not saying much lately on the chapters. I'm being very very veeeeeeery careful not to spoil anything. 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Craigslist in my area had tons of medical diapers like Mckesson available. There were so many available in NY I thought they were stolen. Maybe just medicaid and they just cannot use them a)l. -
By Diaperman0662 · Posted
Over the last few days I’ve been able to, due to the extreme heat in my area, get to the beach in my diapers. Loving the chance to go swimming with just my diapers on. -
I was in a charity shop which sells really decent furniture etc, yesterday. And there's a closed baby crib. It's far too small, but I just want to curl up and sleep in it with a pacifier. 😭
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