DiaperRebel

Mistress Mayhem busyed out pleasantly high pitched laughter. Only recovering with happy and haggard breaths suggesting she had been brought to tears by the scene below her. “Crying for your Mommy already my little Silver Swaddle? You poor little girl, we’ve barely even begun...” She cooed gleefully, her slim finger tracing around her captured nemesis’s colorful diaper on the monitor before her. “Tell me, Shroudy. How did you end up this way? Did the bough break and you fell straight into the cradle?” She tittered to herself. “Get whacked a little too hard too many times failing to put your new Mistress away for good?” She chortled triumphantly. Stone was physically hurt by Quinn’s cries. Her Mothering simulation wants to care for her, baby her, protect her, clean her up and change her diaper, and she was being forced to deny it. It was torturous. The pull of it, the pressure of it, like holding her breath slightly longer than comfortable, or not passing water when her bladder asked her to on a long patrol, no wonder her baby girl couldn’t be expected to do it. The impulse was so strong Stone tries once again to go to Quinn, but is stopped once again by the searing pain administered by her collar and she roars like a mother bear separated from her cub. “I-It’s me!” Stone loudly growled to the surveillance cameras surrounding them. “I-I’m her Mommy...” Stone panted heavily through gritted teeth at the floor. “I have to...go to her...please M-Mistress,” She swallowed her pride and looked to her poor helpless recruit. No, that wasn’t right, that was the mother talking, this was her Knight, she had to fight it. They both had to fight it. “Quinn, listen to me.” Stone swallowed hard and demanded her recruit’s attention. “Look at me. You have to be strong like the Shroud. What would the Shroud do?” “Grognak, really? A mother?” Mayhem butts in. “Is this some basic barbaric ritual? You adopt an adult to baby if you can’t find a proper mate? Pathetic. Neanderthal genetics went extinct for a reason, Groggy. Yes, yes. Now, what would the Shroud do?” The Mistress mocked through the intercom. “No pants, no gun. What are you going to do? Threaten me with your silver diaper pins instead? Ha! I’ve been looking at the reports of our past tussles, Shroud. Look around. I’ve displayed some of my favorites...” As Stone had seen earlier, the room had Shroud memorabilia that had been altered and placed purposefully by Mayhem. An action figure wore a cloth diaper now, specific marker colors added to show it used, Autographed pictures of the Shroud were graffitied, replacing the iconic silver machine gun with a silver rattle, Cigarettes turned to pacifiers, fedoras into bonnets, scarfs into bibs... ”You made a pretty penny off of these pictured representations of yourself in the past,” Mayhem explained. “Just think how much your photographed poopoo and peepee little diapees will fetch on the black market now?” She taunted. “You still have many enemies Shroud who will pay a particular price to see you properly put in your place, and if Grognak the Gorilla wants to stay and mother you so badly she can change your dirty diapers for me and sniff her filthy finger afterwards; that’s fine, but I want you to come to your Mistress first Shroud. I’m just up the stairs. If I smell anything fishy besides your stinky diaper you’ll have to call Grognak the Duster now to sweep up the ashes.” The room’s door clicked unlocked.

“No no my simpering Shroud..” The Mistress continues in her mic with mock laughing pity. “You’ve obviously been a baby this whole time to be able to fill your little diaper that obviously odorous, and now you’re talking terribly too much. Lie back and suck your thumb like a good little baby. Kick your legs in the air so viewers of your pampered signed photographs can wonder if the Swaddled shroud is truly carrying quite a load. While you do that... think about the tinkle of your Mistress’s key going down the drain and know the only place your tinkle is going is into your new plastic covered panties Princess. Perhaps I will allow you a change once you understand for yourself what it is your Mistress wants.” Stone doesn’t dare move in fear of harming Quinn. She aches to save Quinn; to do something. To protect her baby and shield her from this. If only she had been faster, her suit’s filters could have saved them from the gas. She looks away not needing to witness Quinn humiliate herself further and notices the cameras, speakers, and odd objects spaced purposefully in the room.

“Your Mistress wants her money, Silver Shroud,” Mayhem replies. “But seeing you like this is almost as sweet. Perhaps the Swaddled Shroud is a better monicker for you. Have you always worn those degrading diapers?” She cackles again and Stone tries to move to say something to comfort Quinn before being shocked into silence again. “Silly Shroud,” Mayhem chuckles. “You must keep your pets better behaved. You’ll need discipline to do what it is I want, but it seems a lack of control is pretty much your MO, so I’ve left you a generous gift. Do you see the juvenile garment left in the middle of the floor? Ah-ah. Crawl to it Swaddled Shroud. Lie on your back and slip them on. Turn the key then throw it down the drain pipe. Be a good girl now I wouldn’t want anything to happen to your friends.” A pair of plastic pants with a chain run through the top is sitting above the drain in the floor. Cartoon Jangles the Moon Monkeys are emblazoned across its slick surface to openly clash and highlight the Shroud’s diapered state.

Stone groans moving her leaden encased inside something unfamiliar. Her eyes crack open into slits to see large fur-lined leather gloves over her hands and forearms kept in place by heavy manacles. She was wearing very little else. Looking down, her hard stomach was bare above a gold chain belt and long tattered green sort of loin cloth. “Guten Morgen Grognak.” The same deranged woman’s voice as before greets through the static of an intercom. Stone forces her head to stop spinning enough to sit up and try and figure out where she was. They were no longer in the studio. She sees Quinn laying across the room. The trench coat hat and scarf of the Shroud costume was blanketed around her but anything lower except for her diaper was gone. “What do you say to your Mistress, Grognak?” The voice asked again sweetly, threatening. A sudden jolt makes Stone convulse and bite back a cry. A slave explosive shock collar is around both of the Mistress of Mayhem’s captive’s necks. Stone growls trying to move over to Quinn to hold and check on her, but another shock hits her and this time also Quinn.

Stone had been tinkering behind the sound board. “How do you think I should connec—!” Stone’s initial surprise evaporates, and she sighs leaning deeper into the kiss. “That was a yummy cherry, handsome.” Stone replied with a deliciously deep sounding hum, tugging a little at the costume’s neck scarf. “It’s a good thing my hero is a master hacker.” Stone passes Quinn her multi-tool with a grin. They work dutifully and inevitably the On-Air light flickers on above the sound studio. Stone reaches up to slap it victoriously. “Very good! Now we can re—“ Stone is cut off by a high pitch cackling peal of laughter. It’s disorienting and seems to surround them, bouncing between stereo speakers. “How pleasantly perfect my plan has unfolded. The Silver Shroud takes the bait and comes to readily retrieve /her/ mantle. Now without my worthy ransom you’ve come to play with your Mistress instead?” A harsh pressurized hiss begins visibly clouding the room. Stone immediately lurches for her armor but the room is saturated in moments. She collapses.

Stone had nearly shot off the manikin’s head at Quinn’s sudden outburst but she held her fire and let her armor disengage to cover her laughing sigh. She needed more nimble fingers to try and figure out this ancient recording equipment. Her examination was waylaid by her passenger’s adorable reunion. She held her arms wide a moment before patting Quinn’s bottom, and chewing her lip. How could she say no to that face? “A cherry, huh?” Stone looked between the costume and equipment. “It’s going to take us a hot second to figure out how to get all this set up again...” There were those puppy eyes again...Stone crumbled. “If you promise to help yer Mama get everything ready...you can play dress up while we work.”

Stone merely grumbled to herself hugging Quinn slightly as best she could do in the armor without causing harm. The microphone inside her helmet not quite picking up her colorful swearing sentiments. They ran in the darkness, a few distant pops of gun fire sounded, but not near enough to draw Stone’s attention. She crouches to one knee in front of the alley where the studio is located. She scopes it with her rifle, no signs of movement. Carefully, she lifts Quinn out of her sling and sets her back on her feet, fussing over straightening her uniform for her and being thankful her diaper wasn’t crinkling too noticeably. Stone handed Quinn her pistol. Then with a wordless hand signal advanced. Stone was first inside her rifle up and ready to fire, but like all other buildings in the wasteland, it appeared abandoned. Careful of traps, Stone lead the sweep of each floor until finally they came upon the main recording studio on the top floor. Stone let out a breath and lowered her rifle, “Clear.”

Stone’s armored hand rests on the door. Her headlamp flicks off and they shoulder out into the night. A blinding flash and click then a triumphant cry. Stone hunches over trying to shield Quinn from view as she double times it to the wall. A heavy hop turns into a deafening accelerated rise to the next level then to the next until they’re free-falling down the side of the stadium cushioned by a final blast of jets to land relatively softly. “You ok?” Stone asks immediately struggling to get a good look directly down at Quinn through the bulk of her helmet. “That fu-oolish reporter! She’s asking to be vaporized I swear.” Stone toggles in the last Brotherhood intel on the area surrounding Diamond City and selects the Comics HQ. She supports Quinn’s bum with the top of her rifle sights and begins the jog to the location, not wanting to dally to keep any more looky-lous from getting a view of their escape.

Stone gives Quinn’s diapered butt a light squeeze. “You look good.” She purrs. Soon warmed by food and more silly affectionate acts, Stone loads up into her armor, the light on her helmet flicking on. The suit comes to life and Stone hoists Quinn under her armpits to then settle her into the carrier against the suit’s chest. Her legs dangle free splayed outwards by the material holding her in place securely up between her legs. “There.” Stone’s voice had its metallic and static edge to it again as it was transmitted from her helmet. “It’s the middle of the night so no one should see you like this.” One of the armor’s giant hands held an energy rifle and the other was up gently shielding her passenger. “Good to go?” Stone had given her a scribe’s helmet complete with the protective goggles.

Stone watches Quinn’s retreat appreciatively, hands on hips with a warm smirk to match. She drags herself away eventually with effort. One of them had to be responsible and she was a Paladin and a Momma, it came naturally. She stepped and hauled herself up the side of her armor, rigging, then checking and triple checking the lashings of the makeshift harness sling. Satisfied, she drops down, stepping and bending over Quinn’s diapering supplies, counting and refolding the few extra diapers she thought they would need based on her thorough knowledge of Quinn’s fairly regular wetting and messing schedule. She palms one of Quinn’s empty baby bottles and sidles up next to the stove trying to steal another kiss from her love.

Stone’s eyes slowly close and the corner of her mouth quirks upwards with a sly grin. Her knee presses against Quinn’s diaper while her thumb and forefinger hold Quinn’s chin. “And I’d make it so I’d still get to change you every night.” She turns Quinn’s chin to the side to give her jaw a light nip. “You’re making me so hungry, my Knight...Can you serve Mana some of that soup while she rigs your carrier and packs your diaper bag?”

Stone’s fingers curl over Quinn’s stiff fatigue front vest. She had quietly listened to Quinn’s vented worries while she was finishing up covering her Initiate’s changed diaper. Now she held her up close, considering the blanket idea with a tilt of her head, before giving her a deep rough kiss. “I think your idea is genius.” She breathed, purring low in Quinn’s ear after she pulled away. “And I hope this helped to answer your previous questions...?”

Stone positioned Quinn’s new diaper under her clean powdered rump and has her lay open to pull up the cloth front between her legs. “Are you sure you don’t want to wait until you earn your own?” Stone asked, pinning the diaper firmly, then scooting Quinn’s crumpled leak protection cover in place. “It will make your first ride all the sweeter.” She tugged And patted the waterproof velcro panels closed and did her perimeter leak check for any poking out diaper cloth. Now with Quinn properly accident protected, Stone shakes out Quinn’s newest little uniform, modified once again with the practical crotch snaps jangling with the motion. Quinn is soon changed from her meek dress into her fatigues. A final snap, and Stone helps her to sit up. “I gave you a little extra padding. Do you think you can stay on my shoulders this time?” She smiled sadly at the memory, but optimistic for this next try.

Chapter 19 - History Class Caitlyn had cuffed you to her wrist with her toy pair of handcuffs since they obviously wouldn’t let her have the real thing. Nonetheless, she dragged you waddling and stumbling to keep up in your clunky schoolgirl flats and thick diaper. She yanks you to a halt in front of a classroom door giggling before making you practice your numbers and recite the numbers on the door behind your pacifier. “Good girl!” She patronizingly praises. “Now, you made it just in time to hear Mr. Lambert’s history class. I’ll be back to pick you up and take you to your next period since you silly little baby can’t be trusted.” She knocks obnoxiously before opening the door with a grandiose flourish, brandishing the key to your cuff to unlock it just like a sheriff from the old west. “Mr. Lambert your newest student, Y/N, got lost! But not to worry your friendly neighborhood hall monitor brought her back safely. She had a really stinky diaper that needed changing.” Mr. Lambert looks up from the textbook he was lecturing from in his hand, he was leaned casually against his front desk. He gives you and your tormentor both a calm pointed look over his reading glasses before removing them slowly. “Thank you, Caitlyn, but that does not give you permission to interrupt my class. Do you need to see me after to discuss why?” “N-No Mr. Lambert. I’m sorry for interrupting.” The hall monitor simpers and obviously had a few other enemies amongst the students in the class who giggle quietly to each other and exchanged looks. “Girls, girls...settle down.” He lightly taps his ruler making the class go silent with a fearful hush. “Thank you Caitlyn you are dismissed. Ms. Y/N please take a seat and open to Chapter 3. Are you aware of what it was that changed your kind’s status in society? Why you all mostly need to wear diapers and have constant care? Yes, that’s what I thought. That’s why you shouldn’t be late for class.” You sit silently, slightly lifted off the hard desk chair from the bulk of your diaper and open dutifully to Chapter 3. That’s when you see it. The picture of that day. * Electricity crackles in the air, everyone’s hairs stand on end with the visceral fear of an impending lightning strike. It was incessant and unbearable some spectators’ bladders simply released adding to the strange odors of mostly ozone and burning choking down everyone’s throats. The sky was blue, but a blue that no one had ever seen before electric, cobalt, like the blue of a poisonous frog or the ring on a deadly octopus. Many fell to their knees thinking this was the end. The more cynical and less devote popped bottles for a final toast, others panicked and looted, but it turns out it wasn’t the end days. It was a storm, and like all storms it passed. Life continued, but the power was awakened. * “Y/N, are you paying attention?” You’re startled back to the present, the classroom, the metal meshed windows of the reformatory, your soother sucked a little too hard so it let drool freely dribbling down your chin. “We’re waiting, little lady. Can you answer?” You’re not even able to guess so you give your head a little shake no. Your classmates shift in sympathy, their own diapers and potty training pants creating a soft symphony of rustles. “Front and center.” Mr. Lambert orders strangely quiet and gentle with his command, pointing to the floor in front of him, his foot taping. You rise from your desk, heart thrumming with fear of what this could mean. “No-no.” He corrects you. “What do little babies who can’t even pay attention in class do?” After a moment of hesitation you lower down onto your hands and knees and crawl to him. Mr. Lambert reaches into his desk drawer to pull out a little bottle to give it a shake. “I know just the thing to keep you from your immature daydreaming. Your naughty hiney needs some seasoning.” Kneeled at his feet, you feel the stretchy waistband of your diaper tugged back, and hear the bottle shaking, you feel little flakes fall inside. It was coarser then powder and smelled like a some sort of spice...Hot! A whine keens through your pacifier as the intense burn begins. You cringe forward presenting your bulky bottom up towards your teacher as you double over from the painful searing discomfort. “That’s right babygirl, I see your diaper’s very clean.” He rests his hand on the bulk of your diaper to tap and you nearly squeal. “Back to your desk now.” Panting and sweating you somehow manage to make it back, book picked up again, propped and shuddering in your hands as you frantically try to think of ways to make the burn stop! Dunking a bottle of milk? Would soaking your diaper intentionally for the second time today make it better or worse?! You suffer and shake and squirm waiting desperately for the bell to ring. Note: just having fun with this as always~ I have an idea growing for the next part, let me know of anything you’d like to see

“Yeah I remember.” Stone said, unfastening Quinn’s diaper pins. “I remember you being a very naughty little Wastelander.” She tickled Quinn’s exposed belly, grinning. “But I’m glad too.” She let Quinn lift up off her contained mess on her own to remove the diaper. “I never thought it would end up this way either, but I’m grateful for every moment I can spend with you. I mean...” She leans in lifting Quinn’s ankles, emphasizing with a long wipe across her dritied rump and a light pap. “You’re a badass, and my baby. What more could a simple mommy like me ask for?” She chuckled at herself being silly devolving into tsking, “What have I been feeding you?” Wipes waved over Quinn for more cleaning then she would feel the powdering begin.. “Excited to feel your fatigues again?” Stone asked, making sure Quinn’s dusted white bottom was staying dry and protected for the long haul ahead.

“That’s it...” Stone hummed, her voice also becoming soft as she focused on the suckling she could feel so intimately against her, grounding them both, their energies mixing as one, reminding them they would always be supported, never feeling lost or alone. She brushed Quinn’s hair with her fingers and kissed the crown of her head once more. Any dribbles of milk leftover, Stone dabbed up with Quinn’s dress then picked her up to carry her over to her changing supplies. “Don’t get fussy now.” Stone said with a smile, wiggling Quinn’s foot once she was laid out on her crinkly changing mat. Stone placed her next diaper ready beside her. The stove burbled softly to itself, but it was low enough to keep the food and the warehouse warmed without bubbling over.

Stone shivered intensely when her breast was stimulated and cuddled Quinn closer, her motherly simulation inside turning into giddy putty. The denial had not been too long, but still the release would feel amazing. Stone went a little cross-eyed when Quinn popped up in front of her nose, but then chuckled and closed her eyes to nuzzle noses back. “Yes, my little Star. I think we’re going to fly, but it’s going to be very dangerous.” She warned. “My baby girl should definitely get her milk and her diaper changed to be focused.” Stone shifts Quinn carefully to free her breast and roll her big babygirl close, one arm supporting her head, the other on her behind, lightly patting the wet lumpiness in the back of her diaper. “Feel like a baby all you need to for now, Quinn.” Stone cooed. “Be sure you got all your potty needs out that you can. I want you mission ready, babygirl.” She kissed the hair on the top of Quinn’s head as she was allowed to nurse.

Stone smirked, looking down at Quinn by her side. “Evenin’ Powderpuff.” She gave Quinn’s hair a ruffle. “You can carry a few huh? Well, with what I’m thinking you might need to be holding on to something else much more important. Did you sleep well?” Stone asks, casually reaching back to tug on the back of Quinn’s diaper to check if it was poopy. “Mhm.” She peeked at what was inside. “As I expected. We can’t set out to save the world on an empty stomach, or in a full diaper, no ma’am. Let’s get some breakfast first then I’ll change you.” Stone felt a slight twinge across her chest, but was otherwise in a rejuvenated and confident mood as she dug through her inventory to set aside some dried noodle bowls, a packet of condensed milk, and Quinn’s bottle. She set up her stove and set it to boil. She wrapped up Quinn in her lap, as they waited for things to heat. Stone watched Quinn for any signs of what her baby may need, besides her dirty diaper changed of course, and meanwhile pointed to her armor. “I have the Jetpack attachment on her. Pretty cool, huh? That’s why I wasn’t too scared falling from the Prydwen to come getcha.”

“I love you too.” Stone kissed the top of Quinn’s head and snuggled down closer. Ironically, as night approached, Stone gently disentangled herself from Quinn to crouch in front of her supplies crate and take stock. Light tinkles of metal clasps accompanies her dressing once again in her Brotherhood of Steel underarmor recon suit and it felt how it always did, good, just like a second skin. Stone had a pair of Quinn’s fatigues and a folded diaper laid out for her just in case she needed it, and was debating the number of fusion cores she would need. Would they be worth their weight? Her plan to exit the city was just crazy enough they might be.

Stone continues lightly, bringing Quinn down, chuckling at her victory. “Shh. Shh.” Stone giggled huskily. She took Quinn’s thumb and guided it into her mouth since she didn’t have her pacifier on hand to keep her quiet. “We don’t want all of Diamond City to know, my love.” She grinned, removing her hand only to have it return with a handful of powder and brush extremely delicately, knowing how sensitive Quinn would be before then helping her into one of her cloth diapers for her nap. Stone freshened up with some wipes, stowed the supplies, removed her dress, boots and tugged on an undershirt before laying back down and cuddling Quinn close.

1492 Where is it advisable to change a diaper?

Stone’s grey eyes twinkled and she smiled softly, lowering Quinn’s legs, the wetness protected changing mat crackles and rustles softly beneath them as Quinn’s ankles are lightly laid down aside leaving her legs open. Stone’s breathing became deep and rhythmic as she leaned above Quinn, kissing her. “You’ve been so good. I think I can allow it.” She teased into her ear giving it a quick nip before bending to pull Quinn’s dress up more, nibbling her freed buds, while drawing her nails light as wisps down her belly and back down between her sopping legs. Stone hummed to play act a little loving Quinn’s squirms and knowing they were both in the right mindsets as confusing as they could be at times “It almost feels like you had another accident.” She whispers. “Let me check...” Kindly, gently, her finger enters, starting a rhythm, a slow steady pace that is joined by another. Stone’s rough cheek moves past Quinn’s spread thighs until her hand is joined by hot breath, and anymore teasing words would have to wait.

Stone was noticing how sensitive Quinn was acting, how much more interest she was taking in what she had done in her diaper and her change. Stone hummed from the pleasant jolt of surprise from the kiss and little tap on her nose. A soft buzz of pleasure was still tingling through her when she saw Quinn’s bottom wriggle under her wiping. “Is it too cold?” She asks quietly, warming the wipes in her hands a little more before wiping, and paying light particular attention to the area that continued to grow wet despite her cleaning. She knew every inch of Quinn. Her hand came to rest on her bottom, agonizingly near. She felt her own heart thrumming and her face growing warm with a loving flush. “Nap time sounds perfect, my heart.” She replies in a hushed whisper, her hand patting the wetness gently. “We shouldn’t leave until dusk. Do you...do you want to nap with me? I can take care of you...”

“Oh...?” Stone pushes herself off the door. “Is that why you’ve been a little cranky?” She kneels in front of Quinn to lift up the hem of her dress and cup the weight of her used disposable. They had gone for the more discreet form of accident protection, but that meant Quinn was in definite need of a change. “I thought that was just the smell from the city, poor baby girl, I’m so sorry, wait right there while I get everything ready.” The warehouse was dusty and damp with particles floating in the air illuminated by the sunlight filtering through the translucent sections of cheap materials that made up the wall. Stone’s armor was hunched in the corner along with a BoS stamped metal supply crate. A flat floor mattress provided a place to sleep and Stone was busily arranging Quinn’s changing mat on top of it. She took Quinn’s hand gently in her own to help her lay down being careful of all the mess she had traveling with her. One by one, Stone removes Quinn’s shoes then pushes up her dress to begin rolling down her tights. “Technically. I wouldn’t call this s dress.” Stone argued playfully. “I got pants on underneath.” The tights were down leaving the diaper exposed. Stone expertly pulled the tapes off the granny diaper Irma always had luck getting ahold of for them and lowered the front to see the splattered brown and yellow padding within. Quinn’s hips are rolled back, and the offensive diaper is bundled neatly aside. Chilly wiping shortly follows.

“Read all about it! Holovid Holdup or Clever Coverup?!” Nat cried out from on her box, waving the headline. A dark haired woman, red leather coat, press cap, was just stepping out of her Publik Occurrences office reviewing her notepad when she saw the strange duo. Stone increased her pace, ducking along a back route finally stopping in front of a secured corrugated door. She shoved her key in the slot and ushered Quinn quickly inside to slam and lock it behind them, braving her back against it. She pulled her scarf free to finally get a gulp of fabric-free air.” “Forgot about that reporter.”