Roleplay

"Going"

16: Slipping Further   Zoey woke up moaning softly to an orgasm and a soggy GoodNite from her session. “Fuck.” She cursed under her breath, seeing the wet patch on her black shorts. Dr. Mastermind quickly chastised, “Bad girl. That’s an adult word you aren’t allowed to use.” Zoey gulped looking up to him who already had a towel he was sliding under her bottom on the couch, wipes and a diaper out. She blinked at the diaper, “I am not wearing that during the day.” “You are.” He said, teasing her further, “If you’re going to start wetting during the day and night, I can’t trust you’ll stay dry on your own.” The belittling comments made her flushed, hot and bothered as he helped her pants and soggy GoodNite off. He took wipes to her bottom and front as she softly moaned from how sensitive she was to touch down there after orgasming. “Ah, ah, only good girls get treats. You were bad and it’s time for a spanking then your diaper.” He scolded as she laid there in pure humiliation and post orgasm state. She squirmed at his tone as if she were bad. His words and tone just made her more excited. He went to the other open side of the couch and patted his lap. She took a second as she realized she’d have to crawl over like a baby. She blushed as she went over his lap and he held her down with his strong arms. “I told you you’d get 15 last time we did this, didn’t I?” He asked, fingertips tracing her bottom. “I think.” She said, knowing it was 15 but hoping it’d be lower. She made a small yelp as she felt a sting, “16 sounds better.” He said, beginning to spank without mercy. She winced at the pain and the loudness, wondering if her house mates heard. If they were inside, she was sure they probably could tell what was going on. By the 16th spank, she was in tears underneath him and he pulled her up, kissing her forehead and cooing her. The aftercare and endorphins from the pain made it all worth it to her as she nuzzled into his chest, “Shhhhh, I’ll take care of you little one, don’t worry.” She nuzzled into him calming down, “I’m sorry for cursing.” “It’s okay.” He pulled back and looked her in the eyes, “How does a fresh diaper sound? I’m sure that will cheer you up.” He said, as if she were a small child. She frowned, knowing his cards now and that he enjoyed her humiliation… yet why did that make her more excited? She blushed as he pushed her onto the towel on the couch, opening the diaper and placing it under her. “After this change, I don’t think I’ll need to diaper you tonight, what do you think?” He asked, powdering her bottom, “Remember only a few sprinkled of powder.” Zoey was looking forward to that night and now that she was getting her diaper earlier, she didn’t think that she wouldn’t see him again that night. “I dunno if I’ll remember this time either what to do.” She said with a playful grin and his eyes flickered with something unreadable to her. “Hm, well then maybe I’ll have you write the steps 100 times in your sketchbook upstairs before our next session if you’re having memory problems.” He said, tilting his head as if he really wanted her to do it herself. “Never mind, I- uh, think I’ll remember this time.” She said, playing into his low key threat. She thought she understood Dr. Mastermind more since they talked about everything, and she thought this may just be roleplay but it was becoming apparent for him this was lifestyle and he wanted her to be his actual adult toddler baby. The back-and-forth mind games were exhausting for her though. “I can still come over tonight and make sure.” He offered, brushing her rosebud with his powdered thumb deliberately as she moaned in surprise that he did that. “Mmmph.” She mumbled, hips moving and wanting more. “You’re so easy to play with, my little Zoey.” He said, eyes bouncing at how reactive her body was to simple words and touches now. He pushed the front of her diaper over her and taped her quickly, “There, much better isn’t it?” He patted above her crotch and made sure not to hover over her sweet spots again. Zoey nodded, “I guess.” She got up and he helped her into new sweats he had in his closet. Zoey made mental note that he must have known that this was going to happen. “Wear you’re diaper today like a good girl and maybe you’ll get a reward tonight.” He said, eyes switching from serious to lustful in one sentence. She shifted on her feet with the bulky diaper now obviously between her thighs that she couldn’t close. It wasn’t just a daytime diaper but a thick nighttime one to her demise. She tried to not seem eager, “Okay, I’ll be good.” Even if she meant that she could be caught by the other house mates, she’d do it. She heard him chuckle as she slowly waddled out, the padding crinkling slightly with each move. It was bulky, louder than she thought and obvious. As she walked down the hallway and the light casted over the living area, she considered skipping lunch so that she wasn’t caught. She didn’t know if Ivy or Trident would notice but she didn’t want to push it. She walked into the dining room to see Ivy and Trident already eating and talking about what they were going to do after the program since they both left by the end of the week. “So you’re going back to the Super Forces?” Ivy asked Trident. “Unfortunately.” Trident said, piercing blue eyes falling on Zoey as she sat down slowly, “Are you okay?” He asked, eyeing her and the sudden awkwardness she was at the table. “Yep.” She said, looking to Ivy and Trident quickly before reaching for a sandwich that sat on the middle of the table. Ivy’s eyes studied Zoey’s puffy ones and looked to her food, “You can talk to us, you know. I won’t bite anymore.” She said with a flash of a smile. Zoey shook her head and just ate her sandwich, not wanting to talk about it. “What are your plans after leaving here, Zoey?” Trident asked after a moment of silence, changing the subject. Zoey was mid bite as she swallowed, “I guess go back to the Tower? Then plan my fake suicide attempt and maybe do what Sarah is.” She shrugged. Ivy laughed, “Yeah right, good luck with that.” She shook her head as Zoey gave her a confused look, “Sarah is wanted by the Agency. She has a false sense of security and if she’s found by the Agency, she may as well try to kill herself.” Her and Trident exchanged a look as Zoey scrunched her face in confusion. “Why though? Can’t we just quit, I don’t get it?” She asked. Trident sighed, looking up from his plate and considering what to let up on, “I mean… from working on the Super Forces and hearing what has happened to people who cross the Agency, it’s pretty fucked up.” He shook his head, “They don’t even let people quit, I’ve tried.” Ivy nodded, “I have too, that’s why I started doing Power X from my PTSD. People from the Super Force are fucked up.” She shook her head, eyes scrutinizing the table, “Luckily this program has made me forget a lot of it. I know about what happened, but I can’t remember in detail. I just know what to be aware of.” Ivy said, a glint of pain in her eyes. Zoey swallowed, feeling like she knew that Ivy may have been sexually assaulted like Zoey almost was. If not for Dr. Mastermind, she may have been the same as Ivy. “Me too.” Trident said with a serious tone, eyes meeting Ivy and then looking down, “It’s going to be hard to go back, but I know our options now.” His eyes flicked from Ivy to Zoey with an ounce of courage. Zoey was confused, as if she was missing a huge part of a plot in a book, “What options are you talking about?” Ivy looked to her, “To go back and be a part of Dr. Mastermind’s team or to go into hiding.” “I thought you thought he was an evil mastermind or something this morning?” Zoey said in confusion. Ivy nodded, “I did. Then I had my session, and he knew what I told you. We talked and I learned a lot about his vision, how he wants to protect us, humans and other future Supers from them.” Ivy said them as if referring to the Supers Force. She shrugged, “I believe him, I really do now. That’s why I’ve decided I’m going back to the Tower.” Zoey nodded, still beyond confused that she shifted, remembering the diaper snug around her hips. She went back to her food, not realizing that her situation may be worse than she initially thought. Zoey wasn’t alone in knowing how dark the Agency was, that was apparent.  

21 Riley let out a sigh of relief when she discovered that she was alone in the house. Nowhere did she see her parents' jackets or car keys, two irrefutable signs that they were at work and would be back in the late afternoon. She had a few more hours of carefree time before she would be grounded and confined to her room for seven very long days. She imagined her punishment this way, who knows if one of them, between her mother and father, would stay home to keep an eye on her. Just as she had read in a book, where the main character had made a mess of things and her father had punished her by locking her up inside the house for two weeks. Now that she was thinking about it, her parents had never grounded her. She had always followed their advice and obeyed without protesting or making a fuss like most kids her age. Part of her prayed that they would not take away her pull-ups and diapers-it remained a possibility, but they would not go that far; or so she hoped. After taking off her jacket and putting down her backpack, Riley remembered that her pants and panties were still wet. For all the diapers... Mom and Dad will kill me! Keeping it hidden was already an option to discard; she wanted to get that weight off her shoulders as quickly as possible. She moved to the kitchen. On the table stood a saucer with a slice of pizza and a post-it note on which a sentence was written. Call me as soon as you read this note. —Mom What? This is a joke, right? Right? She armed himself with patience, took a big breath of air, and dialed her mother's cell phone number. Please, Universe. Make this quick, I beg you! “Hello?” the voice croaked. “Mom it's me, Riley.” “Oh Riley!” she exclaimed in surprise. “Hang on for a moment, I'll be right with you.” From the handset, the little girl heard a long succession of noises of papers being moved and voices in the background saying unintelligible phrases. She guessed that her mother was behind her desk working and talking to her colleagues. The sonic chaos ceased a few seconds later. That silence began to increase her heartbeat; she felt the foreboding that her mother was scolding her over the phone. “Here I am,” she told her in a set voice. “I see you read the note I left you.” “It just said I should call you and I did,” replied Riley . Her mother sighed wearily. “I'll get straight to the point, do you know that what you did today is very serious? Be thankful that the principal didn't expel you.” “Mom, I ...” She quickly interrupted her. “Riley Bishop, don't make excuses! You're taking a big risk right now.” “But...” the little girl blurted out with glazed eyes, sensing a warmth “Quiet!” he shushed her with determination. “You've already done and said enough.” Her mother was about to end the conversation when she heard Riley, in tears, shouting into the phone. “I was trying to help my friends! Why do I have to be punished even though I'm one of the victims! One of my classmates was beaten up and I have to be suspended?!” Anger had taken over her body, and she could no longer restrain herself from hiding what she was feeling. In all this, she did not notice that she had completely emptied her bladder. Her mother tried to calm her down to the best of her ability; in the environment she was in, she could not afford to show signs of vulnerability in front of her colleagues. She stood in the dining room, the tables around her were empty. “Riley,” her mother exclaimed in a soothing, soft voice, “Eat the piece of pizza I left for you and read a book. Right now you are in such a whirlwind of emotions that you can't handle. Would you take three deep breaths for me, please?” Riley took them without thinking, two loud, slow breaths. It had the healing effect she needed. “Now, how do you feel?” “I feel... good,” she replied soothingly. “Try to relax, okay?” “Okay,” she replied sadly. “Mom?” “Yes, honey?” “There is something I have to tell you,” she said in a trembling voice. “Tell me,” her mother worried. “I... have...  wet my pants,” she revealed in a strained voice. His mother was silent for a few seconds. “I see... take a good shower and eat. We'll talk about it tonight, I have to go now.” Her mother closed the call without saying goodbye. “Bye, mom. See you later.” * Before going to the bathroom to take a hot shower, Riley went through his room to get some clean clothes. From her closet she took a shirt and pants, then went to the changing table. She didn't understand why, but she got chills. She wanted to get a pull-up, she didn't want big girl panties. The desire to transgress, again, the rule was strong. To hell with the consequences! She felt the need to put it on! She opened the pull-up drawer and grabbed one. Now he had everything he needed, walked out of his room and headed for the bathroom. Ten minutes later, the 11-year-old was already clean, dry, and with the protection wrapped around her waist. She descended the stairs, sprinted to the kitchen and put the slice her mother had left for her in the microwave to warm. Ten minutes, then she pressed the START button. To occupy that time, she set about reading a book she didn't remember having on her bookshelf. “Fragments and Debris” by Victoria Silk, one of the few novels she had purchased by looking only at the cover. She had never finished it; she found that story slow and lacking in touching moments. It told the story of a group of half-human and half-machine, called Simulumans, who lived a programmed, repetitive life. One day, Neil, the main protagonist, came across a shady figure who handed him the Codex Liberus – the code of freedom. The 12-year-old decided to load it into his brain, later into those of his three friends, triggering a long succession of events that would lead to the destruction of their home, the Root City. Would they ever embrace freedom? Riley did not know, since it was the first in the trilogy and she owned only the first book. Moreover, she could not get her head around the title of that work. She decided to start it again, even though she knew the first three chapters by heart. Maybe he would catch hidden meanings, who knows. The microwave bell interrupted her reading; the pizza was ready. The little girl had reached page sixteen, she was still on the first chapter. She put the bookmark in between the two pages and closed the book; she got up and grabbed her lunch, trying to minimize the risk of burning herself. He succeeded. She bit into a piece. “Cardboard... again!” Reluctantly, she devoured it in big bites. The last thing he wanted to hear from her parents was that she should not skip lunch. She pushed the plate full of crumbs forward, then picked up the book in her hand. The house phone began to ring, haunting every room with the deafening and annoying ringtone. What's going on today? Are you all interested in talking to me? He sprinted into the living room and picked up the receiver. “Hello?” “Hey...” the voice began cautiously, “it's me, Theo.” “Hello, Theo,” she greeted him in a sad voice. “Am I disturbing you?” “No... in fact, I just needed to talk to someone” Riley could not tell if she had just told a lie or the truth. Theo chuckled a little. “Me too, you know? I need to vent.” “What do you mean?” “Mom and Dad gave me the speech” Theo enlightened her dejectedly. “They're seriously thinking of making me change schools.” Her heart missed a beat. “No! They can't do that!” Theo seemed to pull up his nose. “Exactly! I don't want to change schools! I want to stay here, with you. When I told Sally, she had started making a thousand plans for me to stay!” Riley ran out of words. The pull-up heated up for a moment, the wet feeling began to tickle her nether regions. She had to go to the bathroom immediately, but he did not want to interrupt the call for a few moments. “You and I did something right and the adults have to punish us... it's not fair!” her voice crackled. “I know, Riley. But I can't help it, they make the decisions.” The pull-up became even hotter. At this point it was convenient for her to piss herself, but her body struggled to prevent that from happening. Would the flower symbol be gone? “No. You are the one who decides! Aren't you the one who goes to school right?” she asked restlessly. “Yes, what are you getting at?” “I mean... they can't afford to decide which school you should go to!” “But Riley, they are adults,” Theo pointed out to her. They are adults. Riley seethed with anger hearing those two words, this submission she would not accept for anything in the world. We have the right to decide! “Adults or not, nothing changes!” she retorted furiously to him, wetting the pull-up once more. “I don't want you to change schools! I want you to stay with me and Sally and the others! You are my best friend and I don't want to lose you!” Theo was silent for a moment. His friend cared about him, her words opened new horizons for him. Life is his, others should not decide for him. I choose!” he told himself. I choose! From behind him, his mother's voice told him to end the call. He shouted to her, telling her he would say goodbye to Riley and then end the conversation. He would have done anything to stay on the phone for a few more minutes. “My parents are very upset about what happened at the principal's,” he sighed thoughtfully. “I've never seen Mom so angry, she rarely yells.” “My parents have never raised their voices to me,” she confessed doubtfully. “I think today will be the first time.” Theo tried to stifle a laugh, but couldn't. “If you stay dry on it, will you leave me all your books?” She laughed. “What a question! Of course I will!” In the background, Riley could hear Mrs. Bennet's final warning. If Theo did not hang up, she would turn him into mush to be given to stray dogs. Both she and he shuddered at the threat, a sign that it had taken effect. “I'll talk to you again later, Theo,” she told him quickly. “I hope I make it in alive tonight.” “See you later, Riley!” and hung up. She set the handset down on the cabinet. He felt it was time for a pull-up check. She pulled down her pants, felt the front and tried to see the flower. It was slightly swollen and the flower was half faded; she would change it before her parents returned. She went to the kitchen, picked up the book on the table and returned to the living room. In a very few minutes she reached the end of chapter three and stared at the title that accompanied number four: “Exemplary Punishment.” Fate was trying to tell her something, she told herself. Her parents would make her regret insulting Principal Bright, and Victoria Silk's book was her means of telling them. This thought gave her the impetus to start that chapter. “Root City Guards, take me now!” * She found herself lying on the floor staring at the ceiling for a full hour. The pull-up managed to contain all her pee, dropping her into a world parallel to that of reality. She had started reading it at 1:30 in the afternoon and finished it at 4:45. She had to reconsider, she had really enjoyed that book. She loved every single character, even the obnoxious and annoying Jak, the mechanical troublemaker mouse, had won a place in her heart. The ending. The last lines that prepared the reader for what would happen in the following volumes. The protagonists torn apart, their friends ready to fight to save them, the antagonists preparing to wipe out anyone to achieve their ends. Neil and Via's relationship destroyed her. Two friends who constantly watched each other's backs, who told each other everything, who were afraid to live in a world without each other... had discovered an early definition of love and that every choice has a consequence. The greater the price, the greater would be the emotional impact on their souls. This is what fate was trying to tell her: growing up means facing the consequences of one's actions. The earthy silence was interrupted by the click of the lock. Riley immediately guessed who had just returned from work. “Riley! I'm home!” announced Mom. “Riley!” “I'm in the hall,” she told her in a somber voice. “I'm lying on the floor.” Her mother entered the room. From the way her face had contracted, she was curious about the reason for this. She noticed the bulge between her legs. She saw the book on the sofa and studied it for a moment, looked at the cover and the back. “Did this book destroy you?” she joked. Riley sat down. “Yes. I'd like to cry.” “You will later,” she told her as he knelt beside her. “Did you do a lot of it?” Riley looked away, automatically blushing. She nodded. “Not only today at home, but also at school.” Taking her by the chin, he slid his gaze to hers. Her expression was full of shame, her eyes were becoming glazed over. “What do you mean, even at school?” he asked her in a firm, stern voice. “I peed my pants,” confessed the 11-year-old. “My emotions played a trick on me.” Her mother's hands crept under her armpits and took her in her arms. She gave her a reassuring smile and softened her tone, “How about we talk about this with a clean diaper?” The vulnerable little girl mumbled an unconvinced “yes.” Her mother understood nothing. “Riley.” “Yes,” she repeated decisively with tears streaming profusely down her face, “I need a clean diaper.” * It had been weeks since he had felt the tightness of the classic diaper around her body. Like the first time, she enjoyed every moment of it. As well as loving the fresh and clean feeling she felt under there. One thing that left her mother speechless was her strange request. “Do you want to stay on the changing table?” Riley nodded, “Yes, please. And I don't want pants.” Her mother granted her. At that moment, the little girl began to speak. “I should have told you earlier,” she brought her hands to her face, “that group of bullies knew I wet my pants at the supermarket, as well as bullying me and my friends. They never came near me, but they were one step away from doing it.” She pulled up her nose. Her hands reached the end of her shirt and began to squeeze it. Her eyes were turned to the clean diaper. “They were using Sally to find victims... palatable.” Her mother intervened doubtfully. “Was Sally in cahoots with them?” Riley nodded. “She had no choice, otherwise they would have hurt her in front of everyone. She cried when she told me, Mom,” she began to tear up. Her mother gave her a kiss and shook her hair out of her eyes. “It couldn't have been easy for her. She was brave to talk to you about it.” “I don't feel the same way.” “Why?” “Talking about it with someone else is cowardly,” she said harshly. “It's not, honey,” her mother told her, hardening her voice, then stroked her hair. “Talking helps. Keeping it all inside only hurts you.” Riley remained silent. She was doing exactly what Sally had done that time in the girls' bathroom. She wondered: was she a brave little girl, too? “I didn't mean to offend Mr. Bright,” she changed the subject. “He doesn't know what we sixth graders went through.” Her mother sighed. “I know, honey. But do you agree with me that you disrespected him?” “Yes. I was stupid.” “You were angry, you certainly weren't stupid,” Mom replied in a loving tone. “You said so earlier. Emotions play tricks on you.” “Why do they?” she asked sadly. “I don't like it when... they make me do things I don't want to do.” Her mother did not answer, an answer to that question she did not have. She stroked her hair, again. “I know I did wrong,” the little girl finally admitted. “Whatever punishment you give me, I will accept it. Just as long as...” “What?” “That you don't take away my diapers.” “You have my word,” she brought her hand to her chest. “Riley will never be deprived of her diapers. If that's what makes her feel good.” Suddenly, the little girl leapt off the changing table and hugged her mother, her amazing mommy, with all her might. “Thank you, Mommy. You're number one.”

I woke up about 30 minutes ago because I was starting to fill my diaper with a massive diarrhea mess. I know there was a diarrhea blowout in the back of my diaper between my legs. I always wear a Babykins terry lined diaper cover to contain any leaks and now I will need to do a load of laundry because this diaper cover has done it’s job at containing the blowout. Time to change now and go back to bed. I am sure when I wake up later, I will be in another diarrhea mess.

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