DiaperRebel

“Do you /want/ to walk around in just a diaper?” Stone asked sarcastically with an eyebrow raised before giving the sturdy trousers a quick yank popping the crotch snaps. “I let out the seam a little for you. We can change you and check you during any tempo of operations this way.”

“Yup...?” Stone repeats, unamused. “I think you mean ‘My diaper feels great, Paladin Stone, thank you for changing me.’” She said, arms crossed. “That second ma’am saved your powdered ass, so I’ll let it slide. Especially since it’s a special occasion.” Stone lowered her arms and stepped to her locker to pull some Brotherhood fatigues off a hanger. They looked almost like a dog costume in relation to the Paladin, but turns out, they were the perfect size for Quinn. The only alternations were a red ‘i’ stitched into the rank insignia and snapping buttons rimming the inseam.

“No one else aboard this ship. Just you, Star Cap.” Stone finishes cupping the powder with a final little rub to coax Quinn’s thighs open wider so she can now fold the diaper up around Quinn and pin it snugly into place. Next came the fresh pair of plastic panties from the locker, Stone stretched them, loudly crinkling between her hands, then drew them up over Quinn’s diaper’s unpredictable future. Satisfied, Stone steps back, and allows room for Quinn to be free of her changing table. ”Feels better, Initiate?”

“Scribes say no water for your used diapers, and Doc says rectally is the only way to counter those rads.” Stone tables the pills. “That’s all you need to know, Initiate. Those Scribes made me trade a load of copper wire for these pads. They’re actually used in the engine room. I’ll have to show you sometime.” She disposes the dirtied changing mat then lays out Quinn’s next clean diaper underneath her and lowers her smooth clean bottom to sink down into it’s thick cloth padding. Knowing her dependent initiate’s tendency to sneeze..Stone instead takes the baby powder bottle and shakes it into her hand to then pat on Quinn to keep her dry before her next changing.

Cool wipes are drug front to back around Quinn’s raised bottom to scrape her soft hairless skin clean. “Well.” Stone offers as the next wipe beings its cleaning. “Paladin’s are not required to be as smooth as their special initiates down here, but it’s less likely to get pinched in their bodysuits that way.” She dunks the dirty wipes down into the incinerator with a muted grin. A small pill bottle of Rad-X rattles into to view and Stone pops it open with one hand while still supporting Quinn’s upturned legs with the other. “Forgot to mention...your diapers have to be cleaned in irradiated water so..” She takes a pill and pushes it between Quinn’s cheeks without further fuss.

“It is.” Stone replies gruffly, rocking Quinn’s hips back off her filthy diaper to remove it, then carefully, with her free hand, rolls it to dunk into a pail of dirty water tucked beneath the table to soak. She lowers Quinn’s smelly bottom back down onto the cleared pad. ”And If you ask one more question about it, or I hear you’ve removed your diaper by yourself for any reason, that’s it.” Stone warned. “You’ll be banned from the Brotherhood for life.” She popped the lid to the baby wipes and begin drawing out a handful. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Seeing as the majority of your mornings are going to be spent this way...” Stone said, letting the diaper’s saturated front lie flat against the table to gently grasp Quinn’s ankles in each hand and raise them upwards. ”...I’ve organized a rotating roster of who changes you out of your nightwatch diaper each morning. So to answer your question, which you’re not supposed to be asking by the way...” She cocked an eye at Quinn before crossing her trainee’s ankles into one hand and hoisting them up higher to take a clear look at her messy rear. “...You won’t have to ask, because they will be reporting to you for duty, which...you have a lot of.” she muttered to herself.

”They were in the wrong.” Stone agreed, reaching low to pull an absorbent mat out of a footlocker. “We’re all a team and we all have to trust each other if we expect to survive out there and accomplish our mission.” Stone paused with the diy changing pad poised by Quinn’s muddy rear waiting for her to lift. She placed it underneath her then stretched the heavy duty panties free and slipped them off before letting Quinn lower back down. Her diaper was a drenched soiled mess, but Stone progessed stoically, taking her time unpinning each side to continue with her lesson. “I’m honored that I have earned your trust.” She said, “But you must show that same trust to your squadmates as well.” One pin is twisted free and set aside. “I’ve let them know of your situation, and I have informed them you will have the discipline to not touch your own diapers, under any circumstances, and rely on only me or your squadmates for changes.” Both pins now pinched free, Stone carefully unfolds Quinn’s diaper to glimpse at the smelly streak of brown inside.

Fortunately for her, the few points she must have in luck are working their magic, no fighting was going to be required now, but Stone has a vision and a steely eyed commitment when she puts her mind to it for what will happen in the future. Stone was there watching, still crouched by the bed, one arm resting on her knee, an eyebrow up waiting for Quinn to finish wetting her diaper more. “There’s no reason to apologize, Quinn.” Stone said gently, noticing Quinn’s few red-faced tears. “This is good. Your body is expelling the residual chems from your system. You’ll be better in no time. Probably.” Stone added, and was amazed after a quick visual check of Quinn’s plastic panty that everything was still contained inside. Stone turned to show her arrangements. The Paladian’s workbench was cleared and a blanket was now atop it as was the white bottle of powder, the blue box of wipes, a squeeze bottle of lotion and another soft square of an adult cloth diaper waiting. Next to that, her locker lay open stacked neatly with even more cloth diapers and changing supplies. ”I met with the doctor this morning,” Stone explained. “She says this is the first of many...messy diapers. You have such a high concentration of chems in your small system you’re lucky to be alive. So listen...” Stone began trying to take Quinn’s hand. “I’ll be honest; if you don’t start shaping up soon you’ll never become a Knight. And I don’t mean keeping your pants dry. I mean your demeanor. I can tell you’ve been surviving in the wasteland but you’ve never had a guiding hand. I think that’s what you need right now. And as your sponsoring Paladin I can provide that for you.” Stone firmly but carefully begins wordlessly directing Quinn to move off of her bed and down onto her workbench turned impromptu changing table. ”You may think you can do this yourself...but I want you to trust me. Completely.”

Stone had barely begun gently removing Quinn’s hand from her sleeve and sliding her arm out from underneath her when she saw the woman’s diaper begin to dampen and grow wet. She sighed. Consciousness, it seemed, had been the only thing keeping the medicine at bay. She felt a ping of pity from that fact, and Stone took a moment to simply watch the peacefully sleeping woman; young, lost for the majority of her life, wild, but now soaked in a baby-pinned diaper on her bed. Despite her misgivings, Stone kept her resolve. This was the price all addicts had to pay to stop their poisonous behaviors, and she was going to see it through. This diaper-wetting initiate was going to grow up to be a Knight. She checked the rubber panties softly and made sure they weren’t in danger of leaking before she carefully took her place on the mattress as well, sidling next to her sleeping bunkmate to pull a wool blanket over them both to keep out the airship’s frigid cooling system. The long day of patrolling and playing doctor, was catching up to Stone, and she gladly shuts her eyes for much needed rest. She opens them, unnaturally early, squinting at her desk clock in the dim-red darkened ship conditions. She sees it’s still a few hours before her next watch. Another half-awake sniff and she realizes with a drop in her stomach what had woken her. Gingerly, she shifts to see Quinn still deep asleep, but lifts their shared blanket exposing the potent source of the smell, a dirty diaper. Stone makes a very quick mental note of what needs to be done before for the day begins. For such a large muscular woman, Stone impressively manages to quietly shift her weight off the spring matress, pad to her door, flick on her stateroom’s ventilation fan, and gently close the hatch behind her as she leaves to make the necessary preparations. Stone, arms cradling supplies up to her chin from her successful scavenger hunt, returns. She gets to work quietly stowing them away to then lean over and crouch down next to Quinn on the bed to gently rub circles into her back, trying to coax her awake. This wasn’t the traditional wake up call new Brotherhood initiates would normally receive, but Stone was making an exception. She didn’t want to shock the recovering woman, especially when she was going to wake up to a new, and most likely troubling, sensation. At least troubling for an adult, anyway. “Quinn?” Stone murmured. “You need to get up now...Your training is starting in earnest today, but we need to take care of some things first.”

With her toned arms flexing, Stone could easily lift Quinn and balance her on her hip, a hand cupping the soft plastic-covered diaper below. A brief awkward rub against her Initiate’s back accompanies Stone’s next grumbled words. “You’re doing good kid. Just remember that cleanse hasn’t kicked in yet, so your fight is just beginning.” She swings left then right, searching. “Huh...I’m going to have to find you some fatigues. Your wet trousers must have been incinerated.” That of course meant there was nothing to cover Quinn in her diapered state. The hospital sheets were even wet...Stone leaves them for petty revenge against the doctor deserting her. Stone’s hand finds itself coming to lay on Quinn’s resting head as she begins walking out the hospital into the airship’s passageway. “I’m going to get you some much needed Zs, trooper, don’t you worry. You’re lucky I’m on the same deck.” Unluckily, the path leads them straight through the ship’s mess. Scribes, Knights, and other initiates mill about, but all chatter and clanks of cutlery cease when the Paladin enters cradling a grown woman’s blatantly diapered bottom. Mouths drop and shipmates lean to jeer and make comments quietly to each other. A low growl rumbles deep within Stone’s chest but she pushes through, trusting fully in the bond of the Brotherhood to keep Quinn’s vulnerable dignity intact The pair clears the mess and laughter erupts. Stone, grinding her teeth, makes a mental note to chew them all out for that later. A few more paces, and Stone’s prying open her stateroom door, walking inside, and gently laying Quinn on her low rack.

Stone blinked rather surprised her newest recruit was needing her support like this, she could really feel the bulk of the diaper up against her and she found one of her hands lowering to help cup and support it around Quinn’s rear. “Do...do you need to be carried, Initiate?”

Stone, to her own surprise, nearly found herself spanking that powdered bottom before stopping herself, and giving verbal correction instead. She followed her same procedure powdering between Quinn’s legs with a frown. ”This Initiate has already dampened her issued absorbency garment so more talcum powder is required.” Stone gruffly stated, while sprinkling, making up the protocol on the spot. “And If you weren’t so indisposed I would have you pushing the deck for failing to acknowledge my order.” Stone clunks the powder bottle aside then the diaper pins were clinked back between her teeth as she starts pulling the cloth up around her trainee, making it finally take the shape of a worn diaper. Each pin was carefully threaded in place through the thick diaper’s fabric to keep it snug. Stone leaned back to lift the waiting translucent pair of plastic pants off the supply tray, turning them quizzically for a moment in the light, trying to determine if it had a front or a back. She decided it didn’t matter and crouched to thread Quinn’s legs through it’s elastic leg bands and slide it up over the bulk of her snugly pinned diaper. Stone stands and takes a moment to survey her crinkling handiwork and nods. “That wasn’t so bad was it?” A few more sniggers of laughter drifted from down the hall, which may or may not have been associated with Paladin Stone using her drill sargent voice to put a diaper on a wastelander.

Chapter 14 - Teacher’s Pet You’re wheeled into Ms. Brighton’s office in an itching firey diaper. You’ve been left to sit in your stinking watery mess for ages during your transfer. The wheelchair is a must for transport efficiency as your loaded punishment diaper cinched tight and ballooning outwards from a straight jacket essientially immobilize you. The officers start freeing you from your straps as Ms. Brighton watches, leaning against her desk, tapping a riding crop against the palm of her hand and sniffing at the air. “Another little girl who can’t keep her diaper clean?” The headmistress asks the obvious question with a smile. She snaps her fingers for two orderlies to take you from the chair. They drag you up under each arm to stand, but when they release you, you fall squarely on your mess, splayed on your knees just as the headmistress predicted and wanted. “The rules here are simple.” She explained gesturing regally with her crop for the orderlies to retrieve articles of clothing from her desk. A white button up blouse, short pleated skirt, white stockings and black buckle shoes. “We won’t even bother drawing you up a potty training chart for you, I mean look at you, that would be a complete waste of time.” She says dismissively with a flip of her wrist. “Instead, the teachers and nurses will see to your diaper changings between classes, after your naps, and double you up before bed time.” By the time she’s done speaking, the orderlies have removed the correctional jacket, gag, and orange plastic pants, and instead replaced them with a school girl’s blouse, skirt, stockings, shoes, and clear plastic panties distinctly showing off your dirty pinned cloth diaper with its heavily soiled rear. With their materials returned, and paperwork signed, the corrections officers departed with their chair leaving you in the care of your new home. To your surprise, the headmistress kneels down to your level on her office floor bringing a letters and numbers learning wetness-protected mat down with her. You knew what was coming and was begrudgingly relieved when she placed a true pacifier in your mouth and began lifting up your skirt. You look aside suckling quietly on the pacifier as the headmistress stretched the plastic panties free and held a special fob to the diaper pins causing them to unlock and release. The entire sopping thing droops precariously once the weight is freed, but without battering an eye, the mistress daintily opens you up and unwraps you like a muddy present and has the orderlies place the soiled garment into a bucket labeled ‘laundry.’ She takes her time cleaning up your wet goosepimpled skin, and takes care around your throbbing clammy backside. “I bet you’re wondering why I’m not having my orderlies do this.” She remarks casually dumping wipe after dirty wipe into another orderly’s pail. “This is how I like to get to know my students. Learn all about their most important parts.” Her lotion covered hands suddenly cup and deeply massage your bottom and you can’t help but arch with relief. “Oh does the little girl like that?” She continues to massage, moving upwards to press the lotion in long lazy swipes around your front. You flinch, sensitivitely shuddering, and she cackles. “You see. Here at my reformatory we believe in positive reinforcement to get our little girls to behave.” Puffs of powder blow softly on your bottom before a loud spank makes you spit out your pacifier with a cry. She chuckles replacing it. “And you see how bratty behavior is tolerated.” Her hand rubs circles into your stinging cheek. “If you’re a good girl. You can expect to leave my school and re-enter society as a well-mannered diaper-dependent little girl. But if not... she pinches a place that you quickly determine should never be pinched that way. “We’ll be having these little meetings a lot more often.” She releases you and you slump back breathing heavier from that orderal as finally you feel your bottom lifted then sunk into the reasonable thickness of a run of the mill dispoable that is brought around and taped tight. Your skirt is lowered and you are helped to your feet. A class schedule is placed in your hand and you are given parting pats to your plastic-backed bottom as one of the school nurses smiles, takes your hand, and leads you to your new dormitory. Note: We continue our adventures on the diaper trope train! Toot toot! I’m reading up to try and learn how to properly format the narrative. Thoughts and suggestions always welcomed!

“That’s ‘Yes, Paladin’ or ‘Yes, ma’am’ to you, grunt.” Stone corrects, trying to fight back a dry snicker at Quinn’s sudden eagerness to be in the obvious diaper changing position. Stone unscrews the top of the baby powder bottle that was resting on the tray and begins tapping it lightly onto Quinn’s bottom. Unsure how much is truly required for the job, Stone systematically coats Quinn in an even fragrant layer until she thought it sufficient enough to protect against the diaper’s ultimate use. “At ease, initiate. Legs down and wide.” Stone ordered, holding the powder at the ready.

“Can it, Initiate!” Stone bellowed. “You’ve pledged yourself! To me, to the Brotherhood, and so from now until the end of your training, you will be my responsibility, you will not question me and my infinite wisdom unless it is in direct relation to you being able to carry out my orders. Do I make myself clear? Lie down with your legs up at attention. Ah-ten-huht!”

“Not only will you try to listen, you will listen, you will work as a team, and you will devote every inch of yourself to the Brotherhood’s mission.” Stone adds sternly, balling up the now pee-soaked wipe and tossing it into the incinerator chute. Stone stands tall before Quinn. “Wastelander Quinn, are you truly prepared to strip yourself of your individuality and initiate yourself into our Brotherhood?” It may all seem silly to an outsider Stone is trying to instill this Brotherhood esprit de corps into a half naked woman, cleanly shaven for sanitary reasons, on a piss-stained diaper, but this was a true offer with all the weight of commitment presented with it. And what better way to build someone back up as a Knight of the Brotherhood than from when they were at their lowest.

Stone reacted quickly to Quinn’s accident, shoving the diaper roughly beneath her to mop up what hadn’t already gotten soaked up in the sheets. She sits back, sighing, her expression revealing perhaps a hint of guilt, before she quickly stood to step away and riffle through a supply cabinet. “You asked if I thought you were Knight material.” She said, face obscured by the cabinet door before she returns with a little blue box between her hands. She sets it down and leans over to more evenly tug the dampened diaper into place. “Well I do. Despite all this.” She gestures above the faint yellowed part of Quinn’s diaper. “I mean this...this is just the jet fucking you up.” Stone pulls a moistened wipe from the blue box and then drags it carefully between Quinn’s legs a few times, bracing her open with a firm hand. “Now, If what you’ve told me is true, you have the skills, the instincts to make a great Knight, but if you were really serious about learning what it takes to join, you have to take orders. My orders. Can you do that?”

Stone grunted letting a side of the diaper drop loosely to hold out her hand to keep Quinn down, nearly bending the pins biting down on them between her teeth so hard in the process. Once Quinn decided to lay back again, Stone spat the pins out and hooked a swivel chair with her boot to yank it under her and sit. She dumped the diaper on the bed in her closed fist demanding this scavenger brat’s attention. “Listen here, you ungrateful little Jethead. I cleaned you up because, yeah, you are gonna piss yourself and worse. That’s what the Chems Cleanse does. You don’t know where, you don’t know when, but I do know you’re bunking with me tonight. Why? Because one,” she held up a finger. “We don’t have free racks and the doc won’t let a jacked up Wastey like you hog a cot reserved for a wounded Knight, and, two,” she held up another, “the last vertibird to the surface left an hour ago, so unless you want to take a hundred foot walk straight down off the hanger deck, you’re stuck with me. And if you’re stuck with me... “she leaned in, a slightly crazed sparkle in her steely eye,” I’ll let you in on a little secret. My rack has the cleanest mattress this side of the Commonwealth, and I’m not about to let your shit stains fuck it up! Do I make myself clear?!” She ended, bellowing the last part loud enough for those in the mess hall to hear.

“There, now yer cleaner...” Stone muttered to herself setting the laser shears aside and snorts. ”So let me get this straight, you can tip-toe past a Deathclaw, escape raiders and mutants and live to tell me about it, but you get your panties in a twist over a little hair removal...well, figuratively at least.” She adds, snapping on some latex gloves and gesturing towards Quinn’s freshly cleaned pink patch of skin. “Quinn you are one special star bottlecap I’ll give you that.” She squeezes some lotion onto her gloved hand. ”Sounds like you have the steel balls of a Knight. Or maybe the steel brain of one.” She comments, quickly rubbing the lotion, but gently with her fingertips along Quinn’s newly irritated skin. Finishing and setting the lotion aside, Stone picks up each oversized diaper pin and bites them in her mouth to free up her hands to lift the big cloth diaper squarely off the tray.

“Tsch, Good Neighbor...” Stone’s derisive attention was drawn back from the hall by the name. “Don’t incriminate yourself with that black market slum.” She growled, her face twisted like she could still smell the cocktail of vomit, beer, and piss she had to deal with storming into the town’s seedy underground bar to reprimand a few of her subordinates. With one last check down the hall, and with still no rescue in sight, Stone sighs, and considers Quinn’s prone form. Stone chews on her dried cut lip, as she glances between the diapering supplies and her newest charge’s bare hips. She’d be the first to admit she’s never diapered an infant before let alone an adult, but time couldn’t be wasted. The longer the poison stayed in her patient’s system the less effective the treatment would be, and based on the looks of things, it needed to be out right away. A small box of plastic and metal draws her attention sitting on the surgical tray. It looked like a miniature fist-sized energy pistol, and as Stone palmed it, she discerned its use. “So, Master Hacker,” She began, while adjusting some settings. “What did you code into to get you that scar?” She asked, trying to distract Quinn with light conversation as she angled the device towards a sensitive area before switching it on. It whirs and vibrates to life, red lasers crackling, and clearing away Quinn’s tangled area between her legs into little vaporized tendrils of smoke.

Stone still lightly helps Quinn position herself properly on the bed. “For starters...” Stone answers, shifting Quinn’s ankles to lay them slightly apart in preparation for her diaper. “You have to be clean, and not arrested for dealing pre-war tech without Brotherhood approval.” She pauses looking back out into the p-way, hoping for a flash of white fatigues to come relieve her. Unlikely.

“If you don’t—Hold it!” Stone had lunged, hands outstretched, trying to secure the drugged out lunatic, but only grabs handfuls of fabric between her fingers before pitching down with the woman as she falls to the floor. Stone’s rough grip on Quinn’s shoulders loosens immediately once her condition becomes clear. “Hey, hey...” Stone murmurs, a bit out of her element. “Quinn, wasn’t it?” She asked, trying to gently prop up the lighter woman. “We need to get you back up on the bed, can you do that for me? That’s a trooper...”

“I’m Paladin Stone.” The imposing woman said while carefully folding up the diaper and stepping into the sickbay proper. “My patrol found you overdosed on chems in a tech depot. You’re now aboard the Airship Prydwen and under the Brotherhood of Steel’s care.” She neatly deposits the absorbent cloth on the stacked tray next to the bed, then turns, arms-crossed, to stare down Quinn. “As such, you are expected to comply with our requests during your stay here.”

Wind whistles forlornly across the wasteland. Paladin Stone shifts in her power armor looking back, her HUD markers spinning to keep up with each member of her small patrol. Her helmet’s voice amplifier crackles out a low sigh. Quinn straggles behind the pack, bringing up the rear of the formation, and leaving their flank exposed. Again. “That runt. I told her to stay up front with me.” The Paladin mutters grouchily in her comms to cope with the pang of worry in her chest. Quinn had a lot of spunk, but foolhardy instincts and a poor predisposition to the harshness of the wasteland. It seemed one Geiger click of rads left her wet and falling behind the others. It hadn’t always been that way. It must have been the chems. “Initiate!” Paladin Stone sounds-off, barking her displeasure. Watching the girl stepping-to the best she can makes Stone think back to when that little maggot was first pulled from the wastes. - Stone had found Quinn babbling aimlessly in a tech warehouse, drooling nonsense with an unsightly stain darkening her pants. The Paladin had thought her a feral ghoul, and aimed down her laser rifle to put her out of her misery. It was going to play out that way until Stone aligned her gunsights for a headshot, and didn’t see a single fleck of peeling skin, nose was still there... She nearly squeezed the trigger when the energy pistol grasped loosely in the ambling woman’s grip clattered to the deck. It drew Stone’s attention to the dozens of spent energy cartridges and jet inhalers littering the floor. Turns out, this completely goo-goo eyed mess of a wastelander had tripped herself out on some stupid, but admittedly brilliant mix of jet and psycho to allow her to take out an entire horde of radioactive ferals. They lie strewn about in bits and pieces and little vaporized mounds leaving a metaphorical gold mine of tech free for the taking. Mission accomplished; except for the after effects. Stone approached the shambling wastelander cautiously. She easily kicked the woman’s empty weapon aside before tipping her into her arms, cradling her, wet pants and all, back to the veritbird for evac with the rest of her team. Back aboard the Prydwen, the floating hub of all the Brotherhood of Steel’s forward operations, Stone checked the dazed girl immediately into Sickbay to get her cleaned up. She knew the urgency of an overdose, the doc had to start flushing the chems, a long and unglamorous process that was far from being over with. Quinn still had to wear protective...measures to help her. When the first treatment began, Stone was walking back from racking her armor and rifle kit to a scene between the no-nonsense Chief Medical Officer Decker, and Stone’s very own stray wasteland scavenger. Raised voices slung heated words between the two with CMO Decker holding up what appeared to be a soft padded rag while pushing back on a surly and arguing Quinn naked from the waist down. “What’s all this about?” Stone put power behind her words for order as she rounded the corner. “It’s a necessary precaution for this procedure!” The Brotherhood medic explains, firmly pressing against Quinn’s chest trying to force her to lie back on the examination bed. Stone surveyed the scene, a white plastic bottle, glinting safety pins; large ones, and a panty-shaped piece of translucent plastic lie atop a tray next to the bed. The unfortunate pieces fell in place. “Let me deal with her...” Stone replied monotone. The doctor broke away from Quinn with a huff stuffing what was now recognized as an adult cloth diaper into the Paladin’s chest as she walked to exit her ‘own damn sickbay.’ ”Care to explain yourself?” The Paladin asked her new patient while still holding the thick diaper in the doorway.