DiaperRebel

Chapter 13 - Tried You were left to squat in a room which smelled ominously of heavy disinfectant. The cushion of your cloth diaper covered in crinkling plastic sprouted beneath you, but you just tried to focus on balancing and breathing through your nose since a pacifier gag still filled your mouth. Minutes or hours pass before the locked door clicks open and a women in business attire, skirt and heels, stands in the doorway. Her professional appearance only made disingenuous by the pink plastic potty she was holding in addition to her briefcase. “Miss Y/N?” She asks, observing you still swaddled and cuffed before clicking forward on her heels to place the potty beneath your bulging rear. A corrections officer enters behind, rolling an IV pole with a large bag and line dangling from it. He bends to release your locking panties from your cuffs. “I’m Mrs. Marshall. Your public defender.” The woman explains. She sets her briefcase aside and shifts her weight to cross her arms still looking disdainfully down at you. “Now based on the reports and your failed cavity inspection earlier... how we proceed, is clear.” The room fills with the sounds of the officer removing your plastic panties and centering the potty more squarely beneath you for you to sit. “If you can keep your diaper clean for just ten minutes.” She boredly explains palming a stopwatch from her case. “You’ll be found a big enough girl for your caregiver to oversee your discipline.” You suck a big gasp of air through your gag as the officer inserts a plug he had snaked into your diaper. “If you fail...” the lawyer continues, “Then you will be committed until you have shown marked improvement in your behavior, and can rejoin our society as a proper young lady. Now...Shall we begin?” You bite back a moan as extreme discomfort and rushing pressure fills you as the officer continuously opens a value beneath the hanging bag to begin your test. With the bag finally completely empty and you sweating to contain the most intense urge you have ever experienced, the plug is removed making you squeak in protest and the timer begins ticking. They watch as you shake and cringe and fight until a horrible shudder wracks your entire body, then an unmistakeable dampening patch of brown spreads across your diaper and doesn’t stop until little drips fall plinking into the potty. “Y/N..,” your lawyer begins with layers of overacted disappointment. “Since you are clearly unable to control yourself or your actions, you are hereby sentenced to Ms. Brighton’s School for Wayward Anti-Citizens. You will be cared for under her custody starting today. Good day.” They leave you, soiled and dripping, and lock the door.

Chapter 12 - Making Your Way Downtown You blink and the blackness slowly dissipates, receding back into the edges of your vision to reveal the bluriness of baby blue netting entangling you. You scoff and try to get to your feet when heavy objects tugged against the pavement, draw the net tighter. They rattle as they bounce and you see with a pang they’ve been designed to look like baby rattles. “Whoa there squirt. Lose yer Mommy?” An officer asks, sneering down at you, netting in one hand, and balancing on his hip the still-smoking air canon that he had used to fire the netting in the other. “And where’s ya diapuh, huh?” Without waiting for an answer he yanks dragging you struggling and shouting to his and his fellow officer’s feet, where they pull you out to subdue you, taking turns landing serval hard spanks to your conveniently naked butt whenever you start to fight. They submit you into a baby blue swaddling coat designed to keep you secured and calm. Your arms are wrapped tight but with openings in the back to stuff closed finger mittens over your hands and secure handcuffs that look like two ridiculous baby play rings to your wrists; one tug and you realize how strong and real they actually are. They read you your rights which entailed them not actually saying anything, but just shoving a white pacifier gag into your mouth and locking it behind your head They then lift you to bend you over the hood of their patrol car, and knock your legs wide. You hear the snap of a glove then without any further warning you nearly bite through the nipple of your pacifier as it enters your bottom icy with lube. “Ugh, Marty. Write down the cavity search came back brown. Sign her up for a few quarts in processing, and do us all a favor.” A mat is rolled out in front of your glowering face crinkling with a protective liner. You’re lifted bodily onto it as curious onlookers start to gather. The officers kindly ask them to keep back as one holds up your legs and freshly spanked bottom while the other unfolds what you thought was a large towel until you identify it as the thickest cloth diaper you’ve ever seen. It feels like a pillow wrapping around you as the officers secure it in place with big cartoony pins magnetically sealed. “This your fist time sweet cheeks?” The chatty officer asks while his buddy shakes out a rattling crinkling thing. “These are your punishment diapers, see? Designed to keep big babies like yourself from running away again. It also keeps the diaper changes for you and yer fellow inmates down to a minimum.”he adds. “These do to!” He points as next comes a convict orange colored pair of locking plastic panties they slide over the bulk of your pinned diaper and lock in the rear to your cuffs. All locked up and ready for the trip downtown, they drag you waddling bow legged into the back of their patrol car and sit you into a specially designed carseat. Belts are rigged over your poofy orange pants and tugged across your swaddled chest. You’re not going anywhere.

Chapter 11 - The Park Birds chirp, sun shines, and well-mannered Rachel flares a picnic blanket so it lays flat atop her chosen grassy knoll. She kneels, tucking her skirt beneath her, daintily sweeping away any creases after all her center stage must be perfect to showcase her selfless public works for all to see. You sit grouchily, gnawing on your pacifier, shaded beneath your frilly bonnet. Your stockinged legs remain splayed slightly by your tight stroller strap and of course your ever-present bulky diaper. It remains firm and dry at the moment, allowing you more undivided attention, but your creased expression was making casual observers start to wonder perhaps constipation rather than concentration was on your current agenda. “What’s the matter, baby?” Rachel asked. “Is it your diaper?” Your babysitter must have been fooled as well as a rustling press brought you back to reality. “No, no you’re dry.” She hums, beautifully feigning ignorance, reaching to unclip you from your stroller. ”Could it be you’re all blocked-up, dear? Constipated?” She grins, a hand trailing to the necklace positioned against her voice box. What they didn’t know was that you had been staring intensely at the wall in the distance, suckling contemplatively on your pacifier, surveying the open field, the small cal-de-sac...that was it. That was all that was between you, trapped in a crinkling mass of frills and ribbons, stinking of baby powder, dried drool, and stale urine, and that not too distant top of concrete and re-bar that lined the northern border of the neighborhood; freedom. But seeing Rachel start to move for the mic and insuinate all the wrong things, your eyes widen and all your attention is on her as you shake your head no. “What this?” Rachel chuckles. “The silly baby actually thinks she can tell when she needs to go poopoo? How funny! If that were true, honey, then why do you think mommy keeps you in diapers all the time sweet pea?” She pats your rusting front, and her baby talk voice pitches in a way that only you can dread, and you brace, but you’re quickly forced to lift, grunting to let it free, gasping out a little whimper before hissing wetness splatters against your diaper front and spreads into the mix. “Oh cupcake...” Rachel sighs, dripping with mock pity. “Did you just do what I think you just did?” Her finger releases the mic button on her necklace with a knowing grin and she neatly lifts up the hem of your dress to see your now sufficiently dirtied diaper. “See, what did I tell you?” She asked. “You did need to go...badly. Aren’t you happy your didee was there to help?” You nod, biting down curses on your pacifier, playing your part to avoid an unnecessary punishment as she pulls out each of your changing supplies from the diaper compartment under your stroller and arranges them artfully on the blanket, obviously beside herself with delight. Her neighbors are going to get to see her change the diaper of this so-called dangerous outlaw, misfit, blight on society...Well, she didn’t have any firsthand experience with you blighting society, but when she stands you up from your stroller she could certainly see the big messy blight hanging down from your diapered rear. She quickly gets into character pushing you roughly down, ignoring your gasp at the unpleasantness now mashed up against you, flipping up your dress acting disgusted you actually used your diaper in the most infantile of ways. “When I was asked to babysit one of you...” She rants ripping open your diaper loudly to show your messy backside. “They told me it would be easy. I didn’t think I’d actually be having to change a full-grown adult’s dirty diaper, but here you are covered in poo!” The scene was working. Those lounging around you were taking notice, eating up her projected lines, and those farther away were drawn to the sight of her dramaticaly fanning her nose over your hoisted dirty bum. Your ears burned but you kept your head turned away, trying to tune out what was happening... wiping, rubbing...and instead watched the wall, looking always for an opening. “No, you can’t tell me this is a rare occurrence!” Rachel pretended you protested. “Look at this rash! It’s diaper rash! From all the times you’ve wet yourself. You’re not even trying to be decent are you? You really are just a lazy baby pooping and peeing your diapers whenever you feel like it. Well that’s just fine by me, I don’t have any qualms changing you out in the open like one!” Rachel squeezes a loud blubbering squirt of baby oil into her hand then wetly claps her hands together to spread it as you begin bracing your toes and twisting your torso. Rachel assumes you’ve been trained to turn over so she can oil your backside better, and she appreciates her helpful dumb baby, but as her first cool touch grazes your cheek you push up and run! Rachel shouts, grabbing for your ankle but her hands are too slick and you slip right through. Her fingers mash the button at her throat shouting something after you, you cramp and stumble a step as a small trickle leaves you and a slight pressure builds up behind but nothing more, you were empty, and you ran. Gasps and cries ring out from the crowd not only from witnessing your streaking sprint but from the terror of seeing you loose like a wild animal. You sprint, barely feeling your feet touch the ground, ripping off the bonnet, spitting out the pacifier not caring as your short dress rides up in the whipping wind, all traces of modesty long changed out of you, your only concern now is escape. And that hope, that confidence, starts to pool in your gut like liquid courage, that’s when you feel it, your power. As you hurdle a hedgerow and some housewife’s white picket fence like it didn’t even exist you knew it in your heart, you can make it, you can scale that wall. Sirens blare, tires screech to your left, an impact, then all goes black. Note: sucks to be you eh? ;D

Chapter 10 - Back Again You’re crouched behind cover, surveying the terrain with your enhanced senses, clearly outlining the target compound in the dark. Your squad is lined up behind you and ready for the big push. A strange tingling hum fills your ears. You think at first it must be the rush of adrenaline until all at once your enhanced feelings drop, your squadmates double over, groaning, breaking formation, grasping tightly at the seats of their pants, a foul smell wafting in the air. Then it hits you, a debilitating cramp followed by a game-changing explosion of wetness. Gasping, you’re bent over, clutching desperately to stem the warm flow still racing down your thighs, but helpless to do anything against the soft mass weighing heavily into your panty line. Squinting to look back at the compound for what must be an approaching attack, you don’t see a line of soldiers with guns, or guards with stun batons to make you fill your pants more, but smiling laughing nurses waving white plastic squares; diapers. Two reach you before you know it, pushing you back onto an unfurled crinkling changing mat, holding you down, unbuttoning your pants to tsk at your mess. “Naughty baby girl had a big accident didn’t she?” One nurse observes, unfolding a big disposable diaper large enough and intended for you. ”She should have known better than to play dress up with her friends without her diaper on.” The other agrees, fighting your struggles and pressing wipes against you. They overpower you and position the big rustling diaper underneath your wriggling bottom. “This is no time for a tantrum, little girl. You have so much fun playing you forget all about your potty training, you silly little thing. Now it’s back to diapers until you learn.” Powder shakes and you awake with a start to see actual powder being sprinkled between your legs. “Oh honey, I didn’t mean to startle you. Not with a clean diaper under you anyways.” Samantha giggles finishing up your powering and setting the powder bottle aside. “You were sleeping so soundly I didn’t want to wake you, but I started your diaper change early because your stinky bottom really needed one!” She takes the opportunity to hold up the bundle of your nighttime dirty diaper you’d been made to heavily soil unconsciously during the night. Sam deposits it triumphantly as usual with the rest in your pail. You look down to see you’ve been powdered in your crib. A fresh diaper already under you. Samantha returns to tug the front snugly up. Over the crinkling of her situating your changed diaper she explains her plans for the day. “Now Mommy has to help write a big report about our trip last week. Remember? How she can make you do all your little messies whenever she wants on cue? She needs a lot of focus to write, so Mommy’s friend is going to take you to the park!” You groan and she spanks you. “None of that little lady. You’re going to be the perfect little princess for Rachel. She’s used to babysitting and changing diapers, but I’ve told her your types are even easier than babies, especially since Mommy’s going to let her borrow her special necklace...”

Chapter 9 - A Parting Gift “Baby!” Samantha exclaimed seeing you in the elevator alone she grabs your ear dragging you out making you wince and stumble forward. “Are you supposed to be in there alone? What’s this? A present for mommy? Oh...you got changed.” She takes your filled diaper gingerly and walks with you in hand to find the nearest garbage can. She dunks it in one feeling slightly guilty for whoever had to deal with it next. “Mommy better hear you had a good lesson with the director or you’re going to be dragging more loaded diapers around for quite sometime.” She threatened with a hand resting on her new necklace mic. You nodded it was good stopping only when she slips in your pacifier. “Good baby. Dr. Martin is working on a lot more of Mommy’s necklaces so there’s no reason to act shy about using your diapers anymore. It’s what mommy and everyone else wants. Let’s get your tummy full again so you can keep filling up your snuggies. You’ve been so busy today we need to catch up on all your ba-bas.” Soon, back in the nursery wing, Samantha brings you to your original changing room where a high chair has been set up for you with baby bottles and baby food lining the shelf. She removes the chair’s tray and sets your crinkly butt down in the seat. You whimper as your sensitive bottom makes contact but Samantha only coos tying your bib around you and removing your pacifier. “Open wide Baby Y/N. You must be starving!” She shovels spoonfuls of mashed prunes and peas that you choke down with many scrunched expressions of disgust. Samantha finds them adorable and makes sure her spoons are overloaded so they make a big mess dripping down your front onto your bib. “Such a messy baby!” She wipes your mouth. “Oh no you got it on your pretty dress you naughty thing. Mommy has to change you afterwards now.” After jars and jars of disgusting mush. She gets you down and tugs the dress off over your head leaving you just standing there a moment in your diaper. A knock, then the receptionist arrives. “Oh! Sorry to interrupt.” She giggles seeing you in just your diaper. “No need to apologize I was just dressing her up for our trip back.” Sam says unfolding a big onesie. “The director leaves you this parting gift.” Your Caregiver looks inside the receptionist’s offered package and grins seeing a wide variety of of punishment tools. She lets you peak and see them as well. “Mommy still hasn’t forgotten your daycare transgressions little lady. Wait until we get home.” She warns then thanks the receptionist who wishes you both safe travels before taking her leave. Samantha sets the bag aside and tugs the onesie on you, snapping up the crotch over your crinkling diaper and has you step into some comfy sweats. She then sits down in the room’s chair and pulls you onto her lap, wrapping you close. She takes a bottle and teases the nipple at your mouth before you follow the routine and start suckling. She coos and pats your diaper as you drink, praising you for being a good baby drinking up her ba-ba before pressing another into your mouth and you struggle to down that one as well. Many bottles down and full jars of baby food, you’re bloated up after all your prescribed meals for the day are caught up. Samantha turns you over and pats your back strongly before an embarrassing burp escapes you. She then gets all your things together back into your diaper bag and takes your hand to exit the facility. Bundled back up in the car, and pulling out of the parking lot for a long drive home, the sun is just beginning to set, and your eyes droop until you can’t fight sleep any longer and end up nodding off.

Chapter 8 - Direction Once the doctor and your caregiver take their leave the executive slinks from her desk like a hungry cat with a few hard objects in hand and circles around you clicking her tongue. “Look at you. Shivering there, wearing a sagging diaper weighted down with your own disgusting mess.” she taps it up with her crop to have it rustle down again with gravity. “The government has been paying us well to get you to this point. And to think. Just a few, what, months? ago you were leading that little pocket of resistance on the outskirts of town.” You gasp at the recognition before you feel a collar snap in place around your neck. The executive twirls the lead between her fingers and tugs, coaxing you towards her desk, bending you over its edge, and delicately lifting your dress to have a better view of the dark mess in your diaper. “I know a girl of your age was trying so hard to keep her independence especially since she was once an adult.” Her crop whips against your thigh and you jump. “Now you fill your diapers just how mommy wants them, when mommy wants them, so all those silly ideas of coexistence and equality between our kinds is meaningless now.” A sharper more merciless series of smacks leaves you gasping and sputtering against her desk. ”...I thought you’d be stronger than this.” She observes with a touch of disappointment before you feel a tug on your elastic and she lets out a sound of recognition. “Ah..., but now I see your little red tushy peeking out behind your diaper. Baby already got a spanking today, you naughty thing. When will you learn?” Unsympathetic, she rains down more hard spanks. “You know, we learned very quickly that humiliation keeps your kind in check. Domination to stop domination. It’s been really quite simple.” She spanks once more for emphasis. “And what better way to reintegrate you back into society than as our little babies to show the public you are just as harmless as you are helpless.” “W-We were never going to—“ The hardest heaviest spanks yet land making you barely able bite back a keening sob. But she continues, ruthlessly, until you are crying out for her to stop like the big naughty baby you are. She stops to shush you, rolling out a mat on top of her desk as you sniffle and try to catch your breath then helps position you on top of it and spreads your legs. “There there honey. I think it’s time for a changing,” She coos readying the diaper she had set out and the other changing supplies. You squirm trying to keep your throbbing bottom clear of any hard surface but her hand keeps you steady as she pops free each diaper tape meticulously one at a time. Grinning, she pulls the big hero’s diaper down to see she had really spread your mess around during your spanking. She rolls up the front to contain it and grabs a handful of wipes to start dragging along your curves to clean away the mess and reveal your throbbing redness beneath. Each cool touch makes you flinch away and she ends up having to hold your legs tight up to your chest to control you. Your dirty diaper is removed and a new one is placed under you. She coos while lowering you onto it. “That’s right Y/N, you’re wearing diapers now, so you don’t have to worry about the big girl potty or any sort of control.” A cool squirt of lotion follows and you hiss before her fingers gently rubs as it soothes your burning cheeks. Powder tickles teasingly before the snug fit of a fresh diaper wraps itself around you crinkly as ever. The executive seals your final tape with a tap then removes your collar giving your little nose a boop before helping you off her desk to stand bow legged with a sore bottom. “Before you can leave hold out your hands little baby.” You do as you’re told and she deposits the dirty bundle of your used diaper into your hands. “A little party favor for you and your Mommy to dispose of. Run along now she’s waiting for you in the lobby.” A final pap makes you yelp and hurry as best you can in your booties to the elevator door. Note: Thank you everyone! Where should it go next, I wonder...

Chapter 7 - A Demonstration A rap on your cage rattles the metal mesh and a guard scowls down at you shining a flashlight to see you sitting still naked on a training mat in nothing but a straight jacket, gag, and cheap diaper. Your shredded clothes and boots must have been left on the bank were they caught you. The truck lurched then the back was opened and two guards open your cage to drag you out. You struggle and thrash, but they bring you to stand before the head nurse and her assistant waiting for you at the door, eager to get started. First things first, as you glower, the nurse slips her two fingers past the leak guards of your diaper. “Still dry...” She states with some disappointment, “But believe me, little baby, it won’t stay that way for long.” * You awake to the similar and all too familiar feeling of fingers checking you. “Wet.” The nurse announces, writing it down on your chart and you sit up pawing the rest of your diaper amazed, not a speck of brown! The nurse spanks your thigh. “Naughty baby. You know better than to touch your didee.” She lowers the side of the crib and lifts you out. “You want to be good because Mommy is going to pick you up soon, but first you need a bath before your big important meeting afterwards.” The nurse, strong from all her charges, carries you to the changing table and lays you down. Your legs are pulled wide so she can peel off your soaked snuggie’s and dispose it with a wet plop in the pail. She wipes up all your left over wetness then starts lathering your front with a cream. Another nurse arrives to make sure your arms and legs are tight and secure before you feel the cool metal of a razor scrape along your slickened nethers. You lie completely still to not risk getting cut then once you were smooth and wiped clean they released you and carried you naked to be placed in a warm bath. They scrubbed and scrubbed to your embarrassment paying close attention to every detail between your legs and up your bottom before lifting you up, drying you off, and plopping you back on the changing table for a quick diapering. Just as you were getting your clean diaper taped up you hear Samantha calling for you from the other side of the daycare gate holding up a prim and proper dress obviously for you. Fresh smelling and free of your gag, you are lead back out to see ‘Mommy’ who you are surprised gives you a big hug and many pats to your diapered bottom. “Mommy’s so happy to see you! We’ve got so much planned for you, yes we do.” She starts tugging you into the dress as the nurse readies your chart for your caregiver to see. Samantha tuts reviewing it. “We’re going to have to talk about these punishments young lady. And look here, weren’t you just the happiest little baby girl Mommy wasn’t around to make you messy too.” She smirked slipping the chart in her purse and taking your hand. She thanked the nurses and guard then drew you along in your pretty little dress and pink baby booties. After passing a few corridors and more guards you enter an elevator which takes you to a top floor. The doors open to reveal an elegant executive office with rich wood accents and glass diamonds emblazoned on almost every surface. The doctor is there waiting in a chair at the foot of a sturdy wooden desk where a woman in a perfectly tailored suit and pencil skirt sits with a leg crossed over the other watching you enter. “Is this the Y/N that I’ve been hearing so much about?” She asks as Samantha draws you hurriedly closer. “Y-yes madame president. We think we’ve found a way to truly break her kind into the cute subjugated babies we’ve been hoping for.” The doctor stands holding up a small device on a flat piece of cloth. “With this device,” she explains, “we can entirely bypass their defenses so that they have no access to their abnormal abilities and no way to stop us.” She stands behind Samantha to drape it across her neck like a necklace. “With one push of a button and a few choice words..” Samantha takes her cue to lift your dress, press the mic on her collar and mouth something you can’t quiet understand, that is until warmth blossoms and you grunt pushing a soft mess in the seat of your diaper. The executive watches all these stains and the lump enter your diaper in real-time with the most crooked of grins. Once you were done, wobbly after so much release and shock, she pats the crinkling object she had prepared for you next to her on the desk. “Leave us.”

Chapter 6 - You’re Well Taken Care Of You come to, a path of drool running down your chin, sitting on the concrete floor in a puddle of your own making. Both woman where loudly celebrating and embracing and congratulating each other above you before bending down to gloat over you. Samantha uses your gown to wipe your drool “Baby you look so confused do you know what you just did? You went wee-wee when mommy told you to. Remember?” Eyes wide you start to remember; you heard her, you felt your diaper grow pleasantly warm, but it held like a drainpipe and leaked so you were hastily deposited on the floor to finish. “Mommy will keep you in plastic panties if you keep up like this! Yes she will!” And that was precisely what she was now fitting over your completely useless diaper. “Yellow all the way up to the tapes, good girl you messy thing.” She remarks with a teasing pinch. “I’ll bring her back to the nursery wing for a change while you complete what we’ve discussed?” Sam asks the doctor. “Yes, yes I’ll call for you when I’ve done it.” The doctor replies impatiently soldering wires together. “Get her changed before she stinks up the place.” With that Samantha gets you to your wobbly feet and walks you out the door. Two nurses soon notice your waddling struggles. “Goodness she looks like a handful. Would you like to leave her with us for a break? We work in the daycare center and can take her off your hands for a while.” “Oh, Yes please,” Samantha says with embarrassed relief, “but I’d hate to leave you with her dirty diaper. It’s completely full...” “We can see that! But don’t worry miss we’re used to dealing with the messes these big babies can push out. Isn’t that right?” The second nurse nods and without any further adieu Samantha thanks them and hands you with your stinky pants over to them. They take you under each arm and partially drag partially march you to a more secure area of the facility. A guard checks you in giving your diaper a light tap to record its status on his clipboard before printing out your information on a wrist band to lock around your wrist. Then a pacifier with a strap was positioned in front of your face and you recoiled slightly before your cheeks were squeezed and the nipple filled your mouth to be held in place behind your head. “You’re all clear ladies, but do us all a favor and change her will ya? That diaper reeks.” The women agreed and brought you inside the daycare. A blast of baby powder and lotion hits your nostrils masking the faint telltale smell of urine and dirty diapers. Big babies sat or crawled around the carpeted floor playing idly with the available toys to kill the monotony. A changing table stocked with big babyish diapers was situated near the back and you watch as a grown woman around your age lays naked getting her drenched diaper changed. You were next and as you laid there you could tell who the newbies were on the floor gawking up at you as one nurse removed your gown and began wrapping straps around your wrists while the other removed your plastic panties and messy diaper to hoist your poopy hiney up in the air for all to see your infantile accident. “Poor whittle stinky baby.” The nurse cleaning you cooed. “Did mean ol’ mommy make you build a mud pie? She certainly did, didn’t she, it’s everywhere!” She spreads your legs a little more and you hold them there for her. “Such a good little girl, holding yourself up for me. We’ll get you cleaned right up baby girl.” You continue to stare up at ceiling as she continues wiping you then you feel her start to powder you. A new diaper is rustled beneath you and the powder continues to be sprinkled on. “You’re such a stinker, you know that right? You need lots and lots of baby powder to smell baby fresh again.” The nurse explains shaking it generously and patting it in, making little clouds of powder with tiny sharp spanks to make you fidget like a real baby. She giggles at your antics then draws up your Snuggie's brand ‘Big Girl’ diaper to secure tightly with its tapes. Freshly changed, the other nurse frees you and slips a cropped ‘Snuggie's Daycare’ t-shirt over your head, leaving your diaper exposed to monitor its cleanliness like the rest of the babies. Nurse Deborah helps you down, but continues applying pressure until you crumple with a puff of powder escaping your leg holes onto the floor. “Go play with your friends now baby, but remember, no talkies of escapies.” She boops your pacifier gag and leaves you to clean up her station. You crawl towards the closest group of other diapered babies trying to communicate with just your eyes. Most look away, shifting on their crinkling bottoms, scared of punishment, but one, still in his training jacket cinched tight over the white square wad of his diaper, nods. You scoot to him pointing to your ears trying to warn him, but your hand is suddenly roughly snatched by a watchful nurse. “Young lady that is NOT the kind of behavior we allow in here.” She drags you stumbling and tripping to the timeout chair where she sits and pulls you across her lap with your elbow twisted painfully behind your back. You feel her rip back your diaper with a puff of escaping powder and then rest her hand on your backside building your anticipation exponentially. The other babies look away, too embarrassed for you to watch as the nurse then removes your gag and lands her first stinging spank. You choke back a shout not wanting to give her the satisfaction but the spanks continue relentlessly and soon, like all babies, you start to breakdown and cry and sniffle and beg and even feel your diaper yanked up quickly to catch a trickle of your escaping pee. She shushes you and rubs soothing circles into the powder on your bottom reminding you of what you did wrong and not to do it again. Your diaper is repositioned now slightly damp between your legs and she announces its time for everyone’s nap. You find yourself cradled against her, taking back in the bulb of your pacifier gag with her hand cupping your throbbing diapered bottom for support. She lays you down in a soft metal crib and closes the top for your quiet, exhausted nap.

Chapter 4 - Doctor’s Visit You lay in a stark white medical diaper with your legs spread wide feeling like you’ve been strapped to a seat cushion. Samantha completed your wet change, but keeps you on the changing table to teasingly paw you up and down your wetness indicator whispering sweet threats to behave. A beep at the door and the receptionist re-enters. "And how is our little peepeepants?" She singsongs while entering seeing you all cleaned up. "The doctor is ready for her now," she grins. "Please have her dress in our regulation booties and gown, and then we can get her moving to the main laboratory; the doctor doesn't like to be distracted by all the big babies coming and going in this wing," she explains. Samantha is more than happy to sit you up and stuff each of your feet into slippery cotton booties designed to make big babies go ‘boomy’ aka slipping and falling onto their diapered bottoms instead of escaping. After you are properly outfitted, she then makes you slide from the table to stand arms up for a thin scratchy gown to be placed over your head. She ties its strings behind you, waving by your rear a little so you can feel the breeze on your exsposed diaper before giving it direct crinkling pats with her cupped hand to get you moving. She grasps your hand, slips in your paci, and follows the kind receptionist out into the hall. You stare at the floor, struggling to keep your balance with the slippery booties until you catch sight of others of your sorry class being lead as well. Nurses and a few other Caregivers tug their charges along. One big baby boy made eye contact with you and you were both shocked to recognize the other before being pulled away. Two double doors open into a converted operating theater that is now a make-shift laboratory, stuffed with wires and technology. The table is now a cluttered crafting bench and a tall black haired woman greets from below with a smoky wave of her soldering gun. "I heard you were coming with a special case." she said with a gruff professional voice, older than Samantha's. "This is Dr. Martin," the receptionist introduces," Doctor please meet Caregiver Samantha Withers and her charge Y/N. She has been using your techniques with great success." "Has she now?" The doctor replied dubiously, placing her tools aside to move over to a medical cabinet. "I'd like to see that for myself. Is she all ready for a nap?" The receptionist took her leave wishing Ms. Withers the best of luck, and Sam's grip turned to steel as she dragged you to the waiting woman popping off a safety tip. One prick and you quickly go lights out. Chapter 5 - Listen Closely Rain pours blurring your vision, slicking the angled bank treacherously. The soles of your boots slide, scraping layers of mud with them. Cold water sucks the breath from your lungs but you plunge in your arms anyway and scoop the icy water to splash behind your neck while still trudging forward. Barking distorted by electrodes crescendo atop the crest of the riverbank. You lift your knees struggling to draw what feels like waterlogged ten pound weights to make it across. Your fingers grasp for roots and tufts of grass rip free before a high pitched wiz, a nick, then blackness. * You awake with a wet clumpy feeling, held in Ms. Samantha Wither's lap. You start shifting uncomfortably until you see the doctor, black hair, stern spectacles, pursed red lips, and white lab coat crouched at your feet, holding some sort of extended rod at the mess that has pushed its way without your permission into your diaper. "24 ounces, urine and feces...that must feel like a mucky swimming pool." The doctor clicks her device closed. "Well, I've been proven wrong, Ms. Withers; you really are a force to be reckoned with. You and those filling fiber pills. I'll call my nurses to bring her back to the nursery rooms to get her changed. If she decides to double dip, knowing the structural capacity--" "Not to worry. " Samantha assured adjusting you in her lap. "I usually hate to admit this with members of the public, but since your time is so important, she's actually fairly good at holding herself if you wanted to run more tests." The mess under you squished like a used sponge, and your diaper sagged heavily under the weight, but it still just barely kept from leaking. The doctor eyed your diaper dubiously; the smell was still fairly well contained, and she wouldn't argue the chance to continue her research uninterrupted. She stood and lazily passed a GI absorbent changing mat for Sam to stuff between herself and your drooping drawers. She wheeled over a monitor, and attached the leads of nodes to your temples, scalp, and muddy underthing. "Say again the wetting words Ms. Withers." The doctor prompted while clicking on the machine. Sam's arms wrap you tighter, tugging you up against her, and you feel her breath tickling into your ear, but for some reason you can't make out the words or any sounds at all. Nothing happens in your diaper either just as Samantha predicted. She sighs, "I think it's because when she's awake she can filter out the sounds." The doctor records the oscillating numbers on the screen considering. "In a dream state those distractions would not be present, it's true." She taps her pen in thought. "Just a moment." She stands and her heels click towards her laboratory's work bench. Empty milk crates full of gadgets and wires clatter around before she frees a set of headphones triumphantly. "Aha! This...might just do it..." She says approaching you with the headphones held wide.

Chapter 1 You lay sprawled, legs resting open naturally to either side of your wet diaper. Cold slender hands slide to take a firm hold of your soft wrist cuffs to transition them with a click to the locking clips by your shoulders. This was standard practice of all households enrolled in the program; although for you, it was almost unnecessary of course since by now you’ve learned it’s better to lie still. A pacifier nurses in and out of your mouth as the first tapes are ripped free by the practiced hands of your Civil Caregiver. Today Sammantha appears in no rush. You feel the diaper lowering, slowly, coaxing you to look at the yellow patch between your legs. Your cheeks burn and you look quickly back to the side to ignore the knowing look on your Caregiver’s face. A wipe is dropped dismissively before a hand joins it. A firm hand gathers your ankles and lifts them to reach any wetness that spread to your bottom. A few moments of loud crinkling follows until the brush of your newest diaper is under you. As the first light tap of cool powder begins, the doorbell rings. Samantha pauses mid-shake, the powder bottle hovers poised above you as she seems lost in an internal debate. You were clean and safely strapped down so she didn't see the harm in leaving you. She lowers your legs to either side of your diaper and sets the powder aside to answer the door. “Ms. Withers?” The voice reaches the nursery and you can glance far enough to see a man in a dark suit and tie standing on the doorstep politely removing his hat. “I’m here for a routine inspection of your charge. May I come in?" "Oh, yes of course!" Samantha beams, eager to show him inside. “I’m sorry if I don't shake. I was just dealing with a very full diaper!” Sam was always completely hygienic with your changes of course, but couldn’t pass up the chance to be a little showy. “That's impressive considering Y/N's age and short length of time sentenced to your care." The inspector said, referencing a file and clicking his pen to take note.Samantha excitedly ushers him to your nursery. You still lay dusted with powder caught in the middle of your diaper change. Seeing the man enter, your knees instinctively crunch closed in your concern for modesty. "Nuh huh!" Sam shakes her finger storming right over to you. ”You know that's a no-no! Even when guests arrive. Open!” Sam spanks you, so suddenly and so hard, you flinch against your changing straps and tinkle a little. Samantha despite a fair amount of strain can’t keep her composure and breaks into a fit of giggles at your toddler-befitting accident before grabbing a wet wipe to drag down your front again and dust the spot with another quick cool puff of powder. The inspector nods approvingly. "She seems very far along." he observes, noting the time and incident. “Now, before we go any further. I need to see more evidence of her regularity." He crosses the few remaining steps inside the nursery to inspect your diaper pail. "...My goodness.” He pauses peeking at the taped bundles inside. “Does she really need changes this often?" He sees your used diapers are almost filling the pail to the brim. Undeterred, he begins counting the number of times you've failed to keep clean, tallying each used pair in his notebook before praising the healthy ratio of wet to messy diapers he sees. "That's right.” Your Caregiver gleefully adds with a self-satisfied smile. “She needs her diaper changed after every nap or bedtime; she fills them right up. Doesn’t even notice not even when she's messing." She grins. "Incredible work," the inspector mutters writing that down in his notes as well. "Now what about when she's awake?" "I'm so glad you asked.” Sam intoned with a pompous air and smile. “She ends up having accidents, like you saw, wetting them mostly. I always give her more than the recommended number of chem bottles and fiber feedings so she’s almost always ready to let go. I know it's not strictly necessary, but I just love catching her in the act. One time, I was cradling her in my lap for her bottle feeding, and I could tell she was struggling, so I gave her just the tiniest of presses, and the little girl completely let go! She was wetting her diaper so heavily against me, I wondered if it was even going to hold it all! Speaking of which...” She eyes you trapped on the table. “Let me finish up her change before she might make a mess." She tuts over to you on the changing table and makes a big show of pulling up her big girl's diaper, once so defiant, now being wrapped up in a disposable. "Then can see why you've chosen the thicker variety." the man observes over your caregiver’s shoulder while she readies your diaper’s tapes. "Oh my yes. I can only keep her in the most absorbent overnights." Sam says securing the tapes over your crinkling diaper’s bulk as if to demonstrate. “She is just such a heavy wetter and her messes need somewhere to go." She pinches you, finishing up the last tape seal with a rub. "But I do love how these diapers still come in the little baby prints. Don't you? She really does look like an overgrown baby this way. Yes she does. Yes she does," she coos and tickles you. "And what a good baby you've been! Waiting quietly while the grown ups talked. You didn't even fuss for your paci." "And how is the progress there?" "Let me show you." She deftly procures your pacifier from where it had fallen and slides it between your resigned lips. They see you suckle tentatively at first, then more prominently and Samantha's grin widens. She leans in, praising her well-trained suckling baby, pressing a hand strategically into your diaper's noisy thickness. She coyly steals a glance at the inspector for his reaction. Needless to say, his eyebrows are high with appreciation as you fidget and turn to hide the heat building in your face. He clears his throat. "Well, I certainly have no further questions." He states tidying up his materials. "Ms. Withers your work here is outstanding. I am recommending you for a higher position in our efforts, and I'm sure our director will want to meet with you," he adds confidently, tucking your folder away and donning his hat. "Oh pish posh." Samantha says bashfully still idly groping at your softly rustling diapered crotch. “Simply following the prescribed number of spankings and dirtying of diapers have gotten us to this point, Mr. Inspector." She smiles. Chapter 2 - A Teaching Moment Locked in your car seat and thickly diapered for what was becoming a lengthy road trip. Your binky rattled with each curious suckle watching the scenery speed past. Your head bobs and eventually the blur of trees lulls you off to sleep. You awake hours later, groggily lifting your head to feel cool air against your thighs and the probing rustles of Samantha’s fingers checking your diaper. She had pulled the car into a rest stop and was leaning through the opened back door for your inspection. "As expected...Come on honey let's get you a new diaper and that stinky one changed.“ You’re confused and burning withshames, but she simple repositions your clothes over your used diaper and unbuckles you from your car seat. Your packed diaper bag is already waiting for you by the curb. She takes your hand, but your head shakes ever so slightly. "...Are you telling Mommy no?" She warns. You nervously look past her again at the crowded rest stop full of proper citizens happily picnicking and enjoying the springtime sun. But one more stern look from your caregiver and you slide yourself out from the car. She walks you past the chatty vacationers towards the public restroom, swinging your packed diaper bag over her shoulder and tugging you along in tow, waddling and struggling to keep up. Some onlookers paused their conversations to snicker at your pacifier and your struggles to walk some even outright laughed noticing your loaded seat was most likely to blame. Samantha drags you inside the woman's restroom to its designated diaper changing counter. She unfurls one of your Issued changing mats to place your mushy pants on top of. She babytalks gleefully proudly pulling down your outergarments, and opening your diaper to reveal your mess. "Phew. I'm glad we stopped when we did or this would have gotten ripe honey. You're also so soaked!" Your cheeks flared. It was still so difficult to accept you were filling your diapers without any indication, but only while you slept! She pushes your legs up to your chest causing your hips to rock back off your dirty diaper to remove it. She dumps it neatly into the restroom's fragrant pail, then gets to work cleaning you up with wet wipes. "That's it honey." She coos. "Just lay still so Mommy can clean all your poopy peepee..." She takes her time. Each chilly stroke longer than the last; slowing even further when people start to enter the public restroom, hoping they’d take notice. "My my." An older lady sneers noticing you on the counter with diapers and dirty wipes. "And here I thought they could control themselves." "...Oh no.” Sam chuckles finishing up her last clean swipe. She holds up your next massive diaper for the woman to see; its rounded thickness hangs open bottom heavy in the air. ”See how much protection she needs? And they get put to good use, believe me.” Sam whisks the diaper beneath you, shaking her head like a put-upon mother accepting potty training was never going to happen. The lady puffed with patriotic pride. "See to it.” She sniffed haughtily before thanking Sam for her service and taking care of her own business the grown up way while Sam continued your change with practiced precision. She was just finishing up arranging you bottoms-up for powdering when another woman approached. "Excuse me...” She began. “I couldn't help but notice...I've been thinking of volunteering for the cause myself. Do you mind if I lend a hand with the rest of her diaper change?" Happy to oblige, and eager to recruit Caregiver potential, Sam agrees wholeheartedly. She dusts a few light groupings of powder onto your waiting bottom before passing the bottle on to your babysitter-in-training. “See? Nothing to it. Just sprinkle some more of her baby powder onto her bottom...” Sam prompts waiting for the woman to begin. "...Just like that! You're a natural! You can add a little more powder if you want. Yes, yes, unfortunately for her, that is a small case of diaper rash. We've been on the road so it's hard to change her when she needs it. Go ahead and add lots of powder to keep her dry. Perfect! Now use your hand to rub it in...spread it out evenly...her little bum-bum is so soft all powdered up, isn't it? Now, I'm going to lower her down onto her diaper." Your powdered bottom is soon cradled in soft padding and Sam arranges your legs to allow plenty of room to work. "She's smooth?" The woman asked inquisitively as she fiddled with the baby powder. "Can you imagine if she wasn’t?" Samantha smirked, wiggling one of your lazily hanging toes. "With the amount of poo-poo and pee-pee this one can squirt out, her changes would take hours!" Dustings of powder tickle down with their giggles and side laughter, adding a thin fragrant coating between your legs. You do your best to ignore it, but cool teasing fingers spread the powder all over your diaper area then you hear loud crinkly rustling, and feel the firm press of your newest diaper pulled up tight. "Now we keep it nice and snug. Oh, no pun intended!" Samantha giggles. "These are adult Snuggies diapers. I'm so glad they make them for us. I find they work best for her." A few more giggles and sticky adhesives were required before Samantha finally helps you sit up, crinkling all the while against the counter as she takes your binky. "What do you say now sweetie? Oh, what was that...?” She cups her ear. “I'm sorry dear we couldn't quite hear you. Shouldn't you say something about your diaper? Remember? Use your words..." Finally you just break down and say it. "That's right!" Samantha cheers patronizingly. "Your diapey is all nice and changed thanks to her. We appreciate your gratitude." She returns your binky, pulls up your pants, and takes your hand thanking the woman herself and exchanging contact information before walking you back out to the car. Chapter 3 An industrial complex looms from your vantage point in the rear car seat. The car pulls up to a security gate and a guard steps out to meet you. Sam hands him her ID with a smile. He moves to check the back seat, and upon seeing you, smiles wickedly, hands your authorized CG her ID back and waves her through with a respectful salute. You feel the squish in your pants from your long trip and watch nervously as the car pulls into a parking space. You had fought the urge for as long as you could. You had your wits about you and so could fight, but one miss-timed bump in the road had left you gasping as you sprayed into your thirsty diaper. Sam knew those sounds well and had simply smirked into the rear view. Samantha gets out the of the front seat taking your diaper bag from the passenger and comes back to open up the door to unbuckle you. She keeps a firm grip on your hand as she walks you through large automatic doors and up into a reception area. "Ms. Withers, Welcome!" a beaming young professional greeted with a file folder in hand. She crouches down condescendingly to you. “And who is this? Y/N? They thought she'd be more trouble..." She teased suggestively with a knowing smile back up to your 'Mommy.' "Oh no trouble at all." Sam waved off the compliment. "In fact do you have a place where I can change her? She's always wet after her naps." "You've perfected that technique?" The receptionist asked with a hint of surprise. "She's only a few years younger than you...” She looks down, flipping open your file. “It says here she's soiling her diapers as she sleeps while under your direct influence. I must say, Ms. Withers, your progress is unprecedented." "It's the least I can do." Sam simpered. "It's my civic duty after all, and I've been working on ways to make it happen while she's awake too. That's what her types really need. Sure she can have accidents from what not, but it's more beneficial when she doesn't realize her diaper is, how we say, growing right out from under her.” She grinned down, shaking your hand a little at your shared, but obviously one-sided joke. ”I know certain treatments have been proposed,” she continued, “but I find we as the Caregivers lose too much control over them that way as well. It's so much better when the baby gets commanded. Isn't it honey?” She taps your hand. "I eventually want to be able to snap my fingers and I see her diaper droop, but I understand her kind have been a stubborn nut to crack and we are still a ways away from that ideal." The receptionist smiles. "And that is precisely why we've called you in today, Ms. Withers. We're hoping you can bring new innovations to our program. If you would just follow me,” she holds out her hand. “I'll lead you to one of our examination rooms where you can change her." A maze of stark corridors followed then a steel door was unlocked with the beep of a keycard to reveal a brightly decorated examination room obviously designed to embarrass bigger babies. ”Feel free to use the diapers provided.” The receptionist indicated the stacks. “And of course any of the changing supplies." She added Sam got right to work after expressing her thanks by unceremoniously tugging you up onto the room’s padded table for a change. Just as your nearly leaking diaper was being brought down the receptionist gave a little wave by the door. "Bye bye, Pottypants." She giggled. “Be good for Mommy, okay? I'll be back to check on you in a little while." Quick Note: I was considering reworking this to be a third person story. I'm happy to hear ideas! I almost always edit a few parts after posting.

(Thank you for the reply! I didn't want to be too restrictive to leave

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Dani snuck peeks over her shoulder to watch the adorable waddling and had to stifle a snicker; if that was making her bow-legged then she could only imagine with glee what a full diaper would look like. She opens the door for her little girl and pats booster seat. "You're too small for me to drive legally without one, it's just your size, munchkin."

Her mind raced as she remained glued in place, jaw tightening and loosening with nerves as the extent to her charge's planning was revealed. Sweat prickled as she imagined the repercussions, unemployment, a life-ending prison sentence? She had worked far too hard to accept any of those realities. Her eyes lost their fury and she looked to the floor in defeat. "You have all your bases covered, little girl." She conceded, "but are you sure you're safe without your diaper though honey? You'll have an accent." Zoey tried a smile, tried to turn the tables on the determined yet still dependent woman.

"That's right!" Sharon exclaimed happily tickling her new baby. "You're learning so quick." Her hand patted her diaper tapes then came to rest on the bulky crotch of her diaper. "Mommy wants you to go for her." She kissed her cheek and teased her ear with the whispered command. "Go pee-pees for Mommy," she chuckled darkly playing with the crinkling material in her hand, wanting this woman to submit to her new life, to feel her fill her diaper and lose all the dignity she didn't deserve right in her hand. "Go ahead, baby." She urged gently, maliciously, "Go pee-pee in your diaper like a good girl."

"Pfft, of course not, but you're my baby if you like it or not." Dani rolled her eyes a little before checking her watch and getting more serious. "Now last time get your butt in the car before I have to spank it."

"Course you can." Dani winked smugly. "You can think about me all you want and not have to worry about messing your panties, and besides..." she sidled closer to her ear possessively, "I can tell when my baby likes her new underwear." She backed off teasingly. "Now come on you're going to be late you naughty thing."

"All gones!" Sharon chimed as the baby sucked her bottle dry. "Good girl drinking up your baba for Mommy." She baby talked as she positioned Sharon to be burped. She patted her back and supported her diapered bottom on her lap. She could almost laugh feeling thick padding beneath the woman and couldn't stop herself from bouncing her on her knee to listen to her big diaper crinkle. "Do you need to potty, Baby Claire?"

Zoey deposited her keys by the door, relieved to have retrieved her work, but her lips pressed into a thin line as she spotted the empty playpen then Chloe so utterly, blatantly disobeying her. "Is Mommy's little one playing dress up?" She asked with a cold measured tone dripping with honey. "You know what happens to baby's who don't wear their diapers," she threatened between half-clenched teeth. She felt tricked and betrayed by her ungrateful assistant. After all the time and money she's poured into their relationship this behavior could not be tolerated.

"Good girl." Dani pulled them up and buttoned her blouse but before her trousers came on, Dani pulled back the elastic of her girlfriend's panties and stuffed another powdery cloth between her legs. "In case my girl thinks about me," she winked. What Emma didn't know was this was an actual cloth baby diaper. "Alright, now get your pants on and we're off to work!" Dani hurried to get ready as well.

"All your other things are in the wash with your sheets this is the only outfit you have," Dani instructed with impatience. "Now step in before you make us both late. I'm trying to make this go faster."

"Are you sure? That's really strange. It didn't wake you up all." Dani tapped her lip in thought playfully hiding her knowing smile. "Oh well, it was just an accident let's get you dressed for work, okay?" Dani had laid out some clean clothes including panties and a frilly business casual blouse with trousers. She opened the panties and held them out for Emma to step into. "Come on," she coaxed. "You're going to be late if you don't hurry."

"You look so cute like that, Emma, with your rosary red cheeks." Dani winked trying to make light of the situation while embarrassing her messy roommate a little more. "Maybe we should pin that towel around you." She smiled at her joke then shook her head. "But seriously what happened? Did you have too much to drink last night? I had no idea I made you that dead to the world after sex you'd pee yourself."

"Ohhh, wook at you!" Sharon was bubbling with delight as her husband's mistress was reduced to crawling for her baba; her thickly padded privates showcased with every waddle of her powdered bottom. "Who's a good baby? You are! Yes you are!" Sharon tapped her blushing darlings nose before cradling her up for her baba. She patted her diaper and rocked her as she eased the bottle into her mouth.