DiaperRebel

Pacified in more ways than one, Quinn is trundled away from her still sleeping squad, her cries and her struggles muffled behind the locked-down door. Quinn is cradled, held tight in the robobrain’s arms as it coos soothingly in it’s robotic monotone to the ‘baby’ in its arms. It treads into a tucked away freight elevator seemingly designed to accommodate the many robots moving about in the vault. They descend and pop out from a cleverly disguised closet, tucked away in a baby blue and pale yellow themed vault-tec nursery. The robobrain deposits Quinn on the changing table, but of course, her larger size makes it hard to accommodate her, and her legs are left hanging limply off the end as the nanny robo meticulously picks away her layers of unauthorized clothing for a two year-old, leaving her in just her wet diaper and plastic panties. The bot hesitates, scanning and calculating the dimensions of the baby’s diaper before trundling off to the medical clinic and returning with the proper size. It makes quick efficient work of Quinn’s diaper change after that, and plops her wet one in the nursery’s diaper pail before getting her cleaned up and sanitized for powdering. The powder settles in a big fluff, and the big baby’s diaper is pinned in place then wetness protected by ballooning plastic panties. The bot struggles again with sizing of a vault-themed footed sleeper for the baby. So again, it trundles off and quickly returns with a standard issue jumpsuit it rips into the shape of a onesie so it can zip the baby up inside and neatly pin the lower fabric over her bulging diaper. With the baby still sleeping, the bot carries her to a nursery crib and wedges her big diapered bottom inside. It’s comically too small, and it fits her barely between the bars with her arms and legs dangling over the sides. The nanny spins the mobile above, makes sure the baby’s pacifier is in place, then goes about its duties tidying up the nursery as the baby sleeps.

Out pops a trundling medic protectron from a dock hidden behind the locked door, arms outstretched crackling with electricity. Quinn’s long-barreled energy rifle puts her in an unique disadvantage in close combat and the medic-tron seeing the threat, quickly swings to punch a shock of electricity into her. The security office exit seals with another heavy metallic slide and clanks with a lock. Lockdown procudures were in effect with silent alarms being sent directly to the vault’s overseer- when it had one. A robobrain on treads is not too far behind the protectron. It scoots in from the revealed corridor, but dressed oddly in a little apron and painted with chipped pink and blue pastel colors. It holds up a rubber pacifier in its flexible arm and proceeds to try and pop it in Quinn’s mouth assuming a lost baby would need soothing after being left scared and crying for 205.6 years.

The first bad sign appeared on the terminal screen. [Welcome to Vault 121’s Security Terminal. No Pip-boy Detected. User scan commencing.] The terminal had certainly seemed standard at first glance, but now a flash from a small lens inserted in the top of its housing scanned Quinn before she even had time to react. An added security feature. This vault must have been one of the later ones completed right before the bombs fell. A vault boy appears wagging his cartoony finger with a mocking smile. Text appears underneath. [Scan: Completed; User Age: 2; Access: Denied; Terminal child lock activated. Adult supervision required. Please wait for assistance.] Just then the hydraulics from the door next to Quinn hiss to life.

Stone nodded to herself feeling Quinn’s diaper only slightly squish. “Feels like you can make it until morning.” Stone grabbed Quinn’s rifle sitting propped beside them giving the energy cell and quick check before cranking it back in. “Nothing on my watch. I thought I heard a Mr. Handy or Protectron or something clanking about. That was around 0300. Nothing else since then.” She holds out Quinn’s rifle. “Feeling good to take over?”

A warm hand rests on Quinn’s back and Stone kneels down next to her. “Quinn?” Stone whispers softly so as to not wake the others. “Quinn... it’s time for your watch. How’s your diaper; do you need a change?” Her hand moves back to check.

“Shhh...” Stone shushs, but kindly. They were still in a potentially hostile environment and didn’t want to attract undue attention. She pulls a blanket over Quinn’s crinkly pants and made sure she was tucked in against the cold. “Now you get better, Initiate. I’ll wake you up for last watch at 0400. Get some sleep.” She tucked a wayward lock of hair behind Quinn’s ear and patted her before getting up to see to her own sleeping arrangements.

Whoa there...” Stone softly said supporting Quinn on her shoulder. “We’ll have time for that later. You’ll be in the final watch rotation after me, but for now...you definitely need some rest to recover.” She stood her up and held Quinn’s hand to guide her over to her packed roll. Stone kneeled down and rolled it out for her then took her hand again to gently coax her down onto it.

The spoon went in and Stone offered encouraging words as she fed Quinn, managing any slop back into her mouth to keep her bib relatively clean. McKinney returned plopping Quinn’s washed and waterlogged diaper on the side of the wastebasket to hang out to dry by the stove. “Mr.Mckinney?” Stone begins, pulling the spoon from Quinn’s mouth during her feeding. “Go clean up the changing station in the security office. My armor is in there as well, so maintenance it. You have dishes after that.” He stood there haggard still drying off his wrinkled hands. “Yes, ma’am.” He shuffled off. Drew and Jay shared looks, they knew now not to go overboard with the teasing during a mission, not unless they wanted to be on Stone’s literal shit list. Stone emptied half the jar into Quinn’s mouth as promised before setting it aside. She pulled Quinn’s bib free and used a clean corner of it to wipe off any remaining goop on her face. “All clean,” she says and tosses the rag in with the rest of the dishes. “Alright, I think it’s time we get some solid food in the both of us.” She thumps Quinn’s mug filled with stew next to her along with her canteen. “Then I’m catching a few of hours sleep before we get started in the morning.” Stone sips her stew. “McKinney has the first watch, ma’am?” Jay asks hopefully, as she stands with Drew to get their bedrolls. “...McKinney has the first watch!” Stone relays loudly over her shoulder and he acknowledges accordingly with a groan. Stone shares a smug look with Quinn as she sips again from her mug.

Stone scraped up the escaping food off Quinn’s chin and slipped it back in her mouth to swallow. She released her nose to pick up the jar again and get another spoonful. “Do you think you can finish half?” Stone asked raising the spoon piled with mush again.

Stone was focused downwards busily mopping the spit-up that had landed on Quinn’s uniform. She paused for a brief moment hearing Quinn’s request for care. She met her initiate’s gaze for confirmation and then nodded sternly. Before Quinn can change her mind, Stone stuffs her rag into Quinn’s collar to make a bib and then reaches to pinch her noise and slide the spoon all the way in and up.

“Well, I mean if you need the support, soldier, I’ll..” Stone ceases her uncharacteristic stuttering to resolutely take Quinn’s hand to help her walk back. The squad watched the pair return, Quinn especially, as she approached hand held, walking with her little freshly changed toddle she usually had when she was getting used to a new diaper. “Yay...” Jay said over her opened can of pork n’ beans when she smelled powder instead of poo. Drew sat next to her stirring a steaming pot of Salisbury steak stew. “Look familiar, Paladin?” He asked good-humoredly, tipping the pot to show the unappetizing brown clumps of meat in the watery broth. Stone gripped Quinn’s hand supportively. “None of that, initiate unless you want to join your squadmate. Where is Mr. McKinney?” Quinn’s teammates both pointed in unison to him still scrubbing away at Quinn’s used diaper in the far corner. “Good.” Stone said. “Tell him once he’s done with that diaper he can rinse the dishes.” She finds a place for Quinn and herself to sit around the camp stove, but instead of passing a steel mug for the stew, she unpacks a little jar and spoon from their supplies. “Quinn,” She starts, holding the jar a little bashfully while unscrewing the cap. “Medical Officer said that if you had problems like today. Feeding you this would help. It’s packed with supplements to keep the cleanse going since it’s extremely dangerous for you if it gets slowed down. Here...” She scoops up a spoonful and holds it out for Quinn. “Just try to keep a little down.”

Chapter 16 - Bedtime “Caitlyn is here by choice.” The nurse explains as you watch with envy, waiting in line for a nighttime diaper, tummy stuffed with gurgling baby food, as the nurse helps the other woman step into just her flimsy goodnite for bed. “She unfortunately has the same...afflictions as you,” The nurse continues, “so similar precautions must be taken, but she has agreed to stay with us long term as a student and teaching assistant.” “I want to help our kind be proper!” Caitlyn boasted proudly while having her pull-up tugged into place and her nightie draped over it. “That’s exactly right.” The nurse said, giving the pull-up some soft crinkling pats of praise. “And haven’t we been hearing, Y/N has been helping as well?” “Oh that’s right!” Caitlyn says, dancing a little. “That’s why I was so excited to meet you! Thanks to you, the naughty ones are going poo-poo when they need to behave. /I/ don’t have to of course, because I’m good.” “Right again!” The nurse praises, “You can go poopy in the nurse’s potty whenever you need to, but now...” The nurse says, giving Caitlyn’s pull-up seat another quick pat. “It’s time for good little girls to go to bed. I’ll tuck you in just as soon as I’m done changing your sisters’ diapers.” Caitlyn toddles off to her room, and the nurse changes your roommates’ diapers, both wet, to put the women into their thick nighttime diapers to protect them from their bedtime accidents. After they’re off to bed, you’re next and the nurse pats the mat for you expectantly. You climb up begrudgingly knowing that telling her you were dry wasn’t going to make any difference, and lie back. She pokes and prods and rustles your diaper. “You’re dry...” She says “Very impressive...” But nevertheless she still reaches underneath the table for another big diaper. “No reason to let that one go to waste, though.” She explains, following the procedure to double you up. Soon your legs and feet are stuffed into big pink fuzzy footie pajamas which barely zipper closed over your bulging diapers then she ties fingerless mittens over your hands to keep you from being ‘naughty.’ You’re helped down but can barely stand, so Nurse Rogers conveniently pushes you to the floor to help you crawl to your crib. With reddening cheeks, you crawl and climb in as she closes and locks the side. There she leaves you with the light clicked off to spend your first night in this new strange prison.

A ‘hrm’ and a wry smirk from Stone were the only hints Quinn received before her new diaper was spread out underneath her then folded up kindly. Stone held one side of Quinn’s diaper fold against her hip, the clean pins sticking customarily from her mouth, then took one to began threading it through the diaper’s absorbent cloth. “You, know.” Stone said muffled around the other pin, before she took that one out next. “I do need you to find more pins for your diapers. Heck I’m sure the vault has a whole nursery full of...uh. Ya know, stuff for babies.” She finished that thought quickly not wanting to embarrass Quinn further. She repositioned a fresh pair of Quinn’s plastic panties over her pristinely white diaper, and dressed her back up in her uniform, snapping and zippering up everything over her thickly absorbent crotch. “There.” Stone said, and couldn’t help herself giving that mound a hard pat before blushing furiously at what she’d done. She pulls Quinn up with a helping hand gruffly to hide it. “Now let’s finish up base camp, get chow, then some much needed shut-eye. Whatd’ya say?”

“You’re getting a little ahead of yourself.” Stone begins to lecture, tossing the last poopy wipe aside and smearing a glob of diaper cream between her fingers from the jar. “It’s true the team comes first,” She said, and reached between Quinn’s legs to start spreading the cream like finger paint. “But remember it was /your/ actions not the team’s that have caused you to be in diapers 24/7. You’re still dealing with the consequences of your jet addiction, and will be for sometime as your body recovers.” Stone says, still rubbing in the cream until Quinn’s bottom is slick and glistening. Stone replaces the cream jar with Quinn’s baby powder bottle. “Once your diapers are clean,” she starts shaking a handful of powder into her palm. “You’ll be clean, and you’ll stay that way... That’s an order.” She smirked, a little before astutely patting the cupped powder down on her charge.

Stone waits a beat longer to see if the diaper was needed for anymore then carefully begins bundling the cloth over itself to try and help contain Quinn’s mess. She lifts Quinn’s legs and rocks her back to free her diaper before sliding it out to plop wetly in the wastebasket. “McKinney!” “Ma’am!” “Get I’m here.” Stone ordered brusquely. He jogged into the room and nearly gagged. “Take that wastebasket.” She growled. “And make everything inside clean enough to eat off of, or your ass is next.” The threat was clear, especially with Quinn still laying bottom’s-up smeared with her own dirty making. “Y-yes, Paladin!” He ducked to grab the bin and hurried out of the room holding it far from himself to carry out his punishment detail and the worst of the smell away. “I should just make him wear...” Stone muttered to herself, grabbing out some wipes for what was going to be a prolonged process. As she was wiping Quinn’s curves, she considered her questions. “You won’t be in diapers forever Quinn.” She said balling up one wipe for another. “And I’ve made you dependent on this team for a reason. You’re starting to show true teamwork and that is one of the most vital skills a Knight must possess. You are considerate of how your actions affect others. You’ve proved that to me today.” She says, continuing to clean the mess off Quinn’s smooth skin.

Chapter 15 - Transfer Student Lead through the school’s studious corridors, hand held firmly, but not painfully, by the nurse, it was all very incongruous with the horrors just experienced at the police station. This ‘sentencing’ didn’t appear to fit the crime, especially when you enter your new dorm-like living space. It’s true, metal mesh crisscrossed the windows, but little cartoony decals of rattles, diapers, and butterflies were stuck on them to make them appear less imposing. The space was a hub design with four single cot nurseries circling a common area in between with a kitchen, living room, and large changing area in lieu of any required bathroom. Even more babyish touches were present of course. A high chair large enough for the big babies, a play pen strewn with inane toys sits in front of the community television, and adult diapers in all shades and sizes were stacked underneath the changing table, which had a little ladder to help access the rubber mattress insert on top. “Welcome home!” The nurse chimed leading you inside to give you the grand tour. ”Your roommates are still finishing up in class, so I’ll let you play while we wait for them to return.” She has you sit in the play pen still suckling on your soother. “Aren’t you the cutest little thing!” Smiles down at you. “Well, I’m Nurse Rogers.” She introduces herself, a hand on her chest. “And I take care of all of you babies here in dorm 321. Once your sisters come back from school, we’ll all sit down for some din-din. How’s that sound? Now, your Mommy Samantha has told us you get dehydrated really easily, so let me get you a sippy cup and I expect it to be all gone by dinner time.” That’s how the time passed, sitting in your rustling diaper, pretending to play, as Nurse Rogers stopped by to check on you periodically, and finding you dry, gave you more sippy cups with newer expectations. Eventually, the door opens with a gaggle of three young women returning inside. They are all wearing your same uniform and you see their large diapers peeking out from under them, all except for one, who squeals with glee and hurries over seeing you in the playpen. “Nurse Rogers is this our new sister?” She asks excitedly leaning over to look at you. “Oh wait, you’re wearing?” The white puffy plastic of your diaper bulge is peeking out under your pleated skirt. “ I thought you were older than me. But I guess you’ve been having maturity problems, huh? Is that right Nurse Rogers?” “Yes sweetie.” Rogers chimes from the kitchen preparing everyone’s dinner. “Y/N needs to stay with us until she can learn to act how she should, and I’ll need your help taking care of her.” Your newest roommate looks back at you beaming at all the fun you were going to have together. Her classmates meekly take their booster seats at the dinner table, and the high chair is left wide open just for you.

Stone watches as Quinn messes herself again, creeping the stain in her diaper higher. It was the biggest messiest diaper she’d seen to date, and she was a little thankful to have her suit’s environmental filters. Jay and Drew are tag teaming moving away rubble. Scorch marks and cut lines of metal show where the recon team made their first breach; a large enough gap is cut through twisted, imploded steel that the team can wedge through, even Stone in her armor. Stone follows her squad in cautiously, vulnerable with Quinn in her arms, and McKinney guarded the rear, the eyes of her helmet flicked on in the dim light. “Alright listen up.” She said quietly, her armor rattling the catwalk in the airlock entrance. “The Recon team that cracked this vault found it pretty begnin.” She said. “Doesn’t mean we can let our guards down. No one goes down that elevator until our base of operations is set. Then, in the morning, we’ll start combing for any pre-war tech the Brotherhood can use or catalog. Get to it.” With one arm still cradling Quinn, Stone began unpacking Quinn’s most important supplies her diapers. Stone let her un-diapered subordinates begin setting up gear and establishing their base camp, while she moved towards the side security office to try and find Quinn a little privacy for this particular change. She cleared a desk and spread a changing pad out on top then gingerly lowered Quinn onto it trying not to disturb her mess too much. “You’re a trooper, Quinn.” She hummed. “It must be chilly in here for you. Just a little longer and you’ll be all cleaned up.” Her voice shifted from electronic to natural as she parked her armor in the corner and stepped backwards out of its clanking egress mode. She approached the desk again, with only the smallest downturn in the corner of her mouth as she caught her first whiff of Quinn’s very stinky diaper, but she hid it nicely and began removing her Initiate’s uniform to keep it out of the way of her change. Stone picked loose the laces on Quinn’s boots and tugged them off, then guided Quinn’s legs out of her pants. Stone’s calloused hand rubbed gently against Quinn’s inner thigh trying to coax her legs open wider to give her enough room to work. “I know this is hard.” She said as she began carefully sliding down Quinn’s plastic panties past her feet, exposing another potent whiff. “But you did the right thing today.” Stone began unpinning the straining diaper. “You showed the strength of a Knight today, Star Cap, and you’re that much closer to becoming one.” With Quinn’s diaper loosened, Stone very carefully opens it up to lay it down keeping the big goopy mess inside.

The run ends in the shadow of a gutted cliff face, soot stained slabs of metal jut from the loose rock and rubble, the locking cogs of the vault’s airlock stick up like broken teeth. Stopped and cradled in Stone’s power armor, Quinn’s bulging poopy diaper is right at McKinney’s eye level. His eyebrows raise and he whistles, impressed someone so small could pump out so much. “Dang, Quinn, no one can call you a POG now. Not after that shit. You’re the Queen of Grunts. QOG.” He struggled to pronounce as a decree. POG or, personnel other than grunts, was pre-war and used as a derogatory term in the Brotherhood to describe the Scribes, useless, in constant need of escort; so queen of grunts was high praise. Nonetheless, Stone holds Quinn closer seeing the affect it had. “Hang in there soldier. We need to get our ops set before we can change that Maggy.” Another military term, Maximum Absorbency Garment—maggy.

Stone assisted easing Quinn down onto the mat, easily taking her weight in the armor’s large hands. Stone exits the suit leaving it positioned to provide its own protective cover standing guard over the changing station. Stone kneels, and in one quick motion unzips Quinn’s BoS recon suit to expose her grey onesie covered diaper buldge and her thighs to the air. Stone’s fingers deftly unsnap the onesie crotch and flips it out of the way to pull down the protective panties as far as was needed to unpinn Quinn’s diaper. Stone was not surprised to find it wet, and once free to maneuver, lifts Quinn’s naked bottom into the air in her diaper changing position with one hand, holding out her open palm with the other. An X-lax suppository is placed there, readied by McKinney, and Stone immediately presses it home followed soon by another. Diaper drawn up, pins in place, panties tight, but outerwear left loose, Stone left Quinn for only a moment to re-enter her armor and returns to scoop her easily off the mat to cradle in her arms. ”Double time it.” Stone ordered. It was a race against the clock.

Stone halted their march and saw to it that they fell into a defensive huddle. “I can understand why.” She told Quinn. “Sitters from your squadmates have shown you haven’t had a BM in a while. Are you sure you can’t make it another klick? We’re almost to the objective site.” Sitters were terminized to categorize the daily reports briefed to Stone on the status of Quinn’s changed diapers. But Stone, as soon as she asked the question only needed to take one more look and know the answer. Her helmet bobbed. “Combat change. We’ll set you right. I’m proud of you, Quinn, for trusting us with this information.” Decision made, and without further discussion, Stone had her squad advance into a nearby rocky outcropping and move into position as one. They kneel and provide cover while Stone deploys a changing mat on the dirt for Quinn.

A low sound of impatience eked from the towering armor, then a warning. “The only junk I should see you pick up, Initiate Quinn, is metal to craft your diaper pins.” Surprisingly, at times, large enough pins were hard to come by, and breaking Quinn of her habits was like teaching a deathclaw to sew. Beating two decades worth of compulsive scavenging was no easy feat.

“Good kill, Wastelander.” That was Drew, quieter than his male counterpart, he lay next to Quinn scoping the shot and gave a thumbs up before papping her crinkly butt with sportsman-like praise and pushing back up to his feet. Drew was the first to describe Quinn’s condition as “waste landing” The newly defined nickname stuck. He saw it more as an easy relation between words than a way to put down Quinn. His duties with her were a tiresome chore, but he offered the fewest complaints. “Agreed.” Stone said, seeing the threat neutralized in a spray of red. She pulled up the terrain map in her HUD. “10 clicks to the scouted vault entrance. We’ll get there with plenty of time to establish operations before nightfall. Let’s move.”

“Hear me out.” He sneered in response to Quinn. “Forget rad-x. I’ll give your stuffed hiney a big ol’ plug of x-lax to get things moving. Then my good buddy Drew here can ch—“ “I said stow it!” Stone barked causing feedback on the mic. Just then a read blip appeared on her HUD screen and she motioned everyone to crouch down. A spikey metal scrap-covered head of a raider was bobbing down into the valley below from the hill across their patrol. “Must be a scout.” Stone muttered, keeping her voice low. “Quinn, you have the long barrel. Take him out.” Comms were silent, with all eyes on the raider until. “...You know what they say about snipers. Rhymes with...” Stone bristled running through a mental list of possible punishments for McKinney, but kept her own steely silence to let Quinn concentrate and aim.

Each groan on the comlink had come from her squadmate’s unfortunate shared experience of having to change Quinn’s diapers, and on their first big mission, they didn’t want to think about it. Once Quinn rejoined her fellow Initiates, the formation was tight again despite the animosity hovering between them. They were like her two older brothers and sister, begrudgingly taking care of her, resenting having to drag themselves up early to change her, or sit scrubbing stains out of her dirty diapers for hours after receiving too many demerits from Stone. Despite all this, or maybe because of it, the squad had clearly defined roles and the strong cohesion protected and prepared them. “She’s due.” Jay muttered derisively in her comms-set. “It’s true!” McKinney said. “I had the shit watch the other day, and to my surprise, I didn’t get to unwrap any of Quinn’s special homemade pudding. What’s the matter, Wastelander? Having trouble letting waste /land/ in your patrol suit now?” “Secure that.” Stone snapped over the feed still clunking at point in her power armor. Mckinney was the cocky troublemaker of the team. A hothead. Which meant he has been assigned to wash Quinn’s dirty diapers the most and so gave her the most grief about them in return.

She shakes her head at Quinn’s antics. “To check if you’re wet.” She answers. “You might not be able to tell right away. Sit.” She points to the bed then crouches eye level between her initiate’s legs to snap up her pants over her puffy diaper for her. A telltale bulge remained but only to those who knew to look for it. Stone grabs a the pair of small boots waiting by her rack’s footlocker and helps to guide Quinn’s feet into each one, then begins tying up the laces, ignoring any complaint. With a resolute tug she helps Quinn to stand. She gives her initiate an appraising look, then flattens out the girl’s collar, and arranges a few wayward hairs back in place. Once done, Stone nods and smiles to herself. “Well, look here...” she nodded again with conviction at Quinn in uniform. “Initiate Quinn ready for duty.” - “Yes, /What/ Initiate?!” Stone’s electrified voice admonished through the comms. Quinn had forgotten to address her as Paladin again as she hurried to catch up with the patrol. “Get the lead out of your pants and back in formation! Unless that’s /not/ lead and you need a change?” Stone’s frustration drove her to say such scathing remarks, which she immediately regretted when her ear filled with a chorus of groans from the rest of the squad.