DiaperRebel

Stone’s teeth flash white to match the ceramic of the mug up by her lips. “Dress up in disguises...that’s not half bad.” Kent was beaming at the idea; it was just like what the Mistress of Mystery would do in the Unstoppables! He was going to say as much before Irma thunked heavily against the doorframe before draping herself against it like she had meant to do that and happened to be a fashion model at all times. She was flushed, with an empty beer bottle in her hand. “Did I hear dress up..?” * Stone wobbled slightly still getting used to walking in the high boots that laced up just below her knees, her trousers were stuffed into them, and the bodice of the hitched up dress was constricting her breathing in addition to the suffocating head scarf obscuring her hair and features. A passing caravan trader had taken pity. She called herself a trashcan, but Quinn was struggling and a ride on top of a precariously packed Brahmin was better than nothing. Stone just wished the woman wouldn’t smoke so much around her bab—around Quinn. They traveled in scavenger style and now had the perfect cover story. Arriving at the stadium, Stone helped Quinn down off the piles of junk and walked with her in hand to speak with the Diamond City gate guard. “Here to pick up some more merchandise from the warehouse.” Stone somewhat factually explained and dangled her keys to show she owned a room. The guard nodded and after a warning of no funny business, let’s them through. Stone puffs against her scarf as they proceed inside, wrapping it tighter as they pass the hawking newsgirl.

Stone gingerly takes the bottle away from Quinn and sets it back on Amari’s tray. “Okay..., Mommy says that’s plenty for now.” Amari carries it away with an ‘I-told-you-so’ look. “We’ll send it to Decker,” Stone went further. “We’ll broadcast it to the entire Commonwealth. Like what the Mayor says, show them we’re not afraid. Let them play that in the Third Rail...Thrash Rat.” She grumbled more creative curses into her mug. “My armor...” Stone mused. “I used it to free fall off the Prydwen when I couldn’t get my mission approved. It’s stashed in a rental in Diamond City. I figured at the time it was well guarded, patrolled, but obviously infested with the Institute. It’s risky. We’ll have to take a detour if we want to look the part.”

Kent nearly ripped what was left of his hair out, he was beside himself with excitement. “It sounds like a comic book because it is!” He very nearly shouted, throwing open his trunk and digging through it, carefully reaching into his cleverly hidden ultra-rare collection and delicately pulling out a comic protected in a old plastic sleeve. “The Unstoppables, Volume 4, Issue 57.” He explained. “The Mistress of Mystery gets cloned by Dr. Brainwash and her antagonistic alter-ego is the Mistress of Mayhem!” Stone blinked. “That still doesn’t rule out a hoax, but any lead is better than no lead.” She drums her fingers against the shelf. “We need to get a counter broadcast out anyway, and we’ve already been delayed. A few more hours won’t set us back farther than we already are. We can investigate the site of the transmission while we’re there.” The coffee arrived and Stone took a mug from the surgical tray Dr. Amari was using to serve. Stone smiled seeing Quinn’s was prepared in her baby bottle. Amari tested its temperature on the inside of her wrist before handing it to her, giving Stone and Quinn both a stern warning. “If you allow the baby to stay up too late and break her disciplined schedule you’ll both have serious Little-space Therapy lined up for tomorrow.” She glowered and threatened. Stone raised her mug in acknowledgment to take a sip.

“Sentinel is highest in the Brotherhood Ground Forces. Elder Arthur Maxon commands our chapter. You got the head of all of the Brotherhood after that.” Stone answered standing up and shoving back on her pants to then catch up with Quinn and Kent later. She leaned on one of his shelves listening to Quinn with amusement as Kent tuned the dial on his advanced radio setup. “Glad to hear you didn’t bring fists to a knife fight, or maybe one of your scars would be named after her, eh?” Stone lectured. “Now wait a minute Diamond City radio...no we need the visual. Proceed, Mr. Kent.” A sultry voice became clear through the static and Kent pointed frantically to listen. “Greetings Commonwealth! This is your new Mistress speaking, the Mistress of Mayhem!” Her pealing cackle follows with a crackle and boom of radioactive lightning. “Like a Good Neighbor, I’ve been keeping to my mysterious self taking my tantalizing time training my Cutiepie Canary, but now that I’m ready to unleash my clever curse upon the Commonwealth. I can finally make my demands. Give your Mistress 15,000 caps, or one by one my precious pretties I’ll have you all under my salacious spell. Follow this transmission with your crated caps or you’ll see my first dastardly demonstration by two day’s dawn.” Kent clicked it off mouth agape even after hearing it a second time and Stone scratched her head not quite understanding the context. “Hopefully that’s just some psycho laced prank?”

“What ranks?” Stone said incredulously. “Drop and give me ten Knight.” Stone chuckles, not actually expecting her to, so answers anyway. “I’m Paladin. I was selected for Commander, then it’s Star Paladin, and then Sentinel, my Star. As the Chief Medical Officer, Decker has some sway, but not as much as any of the others. We could send a radio transmission, but we’d have to get in range and it will most likely be intercepted...” “I’ll go get some coffee.” Dr. Amari offered, pipping in, and Irma spun her revolver to empty the bullets into her palm. “I’ll find the beer.” She sounded elegantly in need of one herself. “Transmissions!” Kent blurted from his spot on the outskirts of the conversation, only speaking up because he was confident in this area of expertise due to his experience broadcasting the Shroud. “You can make one from the Hubris Comics studio easy, I know it’s working because I just picked up something super strange from there tonight. You have to come listen!”

Stone breathed deeply into the kiss, but then groaned and hung her head at the thought of having to watch the vid again. Her head rested heavily on Quinn’s shoulder. ”I’ve been in the Brotherhood for long enough to know they’re going to be cunts.” Stone grumbled, voice muffled as she spoke to the floor. She raises her head to continue. “I wasn’t exactly on a sanctioned mission when I left to rescue you. That’s made me on thin ice already, and the Paladin position isn’t something that can just stay vacant for long...” She sighs heavily. “I’m sure this is being used against me... If we returned I’d have Decker to vouch for me, but then the other senior officers foaming at the mouth to lock us in the brig. No, we have to clear this before we can go back.” Her seriousness fizzled a little seeing Quinn getting tired up past her bedtime. She smiled and playfully booped her nose. “Stay with me, girlfriend.” She teased. “I think your diaper can handle one more beer and a cup of coffee.” She looked to Irma whose gun was still tapping against her hip impatiently.

Stone kneeled and hugged Quinn close laughing with shaken relief. “Thank fuck, Quinn.” She repeated. “I was scared too.” * Father had mostly cleaned up Dr. Weber's mess, expediting a new synth model for the BoS Initiate escapee, but it would take time before completion. Meanwhile, he had actually used the holovids to his advantage, not only keeping them anonymous, but now destabilizing the Brotherhood leadership, and pulling in a steady stream of profit from businesses to boot. He logged off from his terminal and checked his watch. He was done with his business for the day, and wanted to check on the new 'baby'. Exiting his office, cane in hand, he casually walked to the nursery level. “Oh! F-Father! What a pleasant surprise!” The nursemaid chimed delightedly seeing him arrive at the upgraded nursery. “Are you here to see the baby?” He hadn't seen Dr. Weber since the punishment and treatments began and was actually looking forward to seeing her. After a coy laugh, he directed the nursemaid to proceed. They walked inside towards a large bassinet where some cooing and crinkling could be heard. As soon as Father saw the baby, he put his hand over his mouth and was somewhat embarrassed. Inside was Weber, her face now altered by the common practice of facial reconstruction to look like the Prydwen’s leading Paladin. It was simple really. For a few caps anyone could have it done, and it was a better use for the doctor as an asset to the Institute than expending the effort to construct an entirely new synth, especially one with incomplete data. The disguised doctor wore a very cute girly onesie, matching booties, and a lace bow done up in her short Stone-lookalike hair, while wearing a thick diaper, sucking on a big pacifier, and playing with a garish rattle. Her body could not be so easily altered and it was clear that it was the doctor who still laid there in a diaper to the trained eye. Dr. Weber squirmed with fear and her suckling quickened seeing Father lean over her cradle. He turns to the maid and asks for privacy. She curtsies and takes her leave. “Doctor...,” He smiled unkindly. “I see you’ve settled in and adjusted nicely. Thanks to you, I must say our operational budget has increased significantly.” Weber squirmed again with humiliation and shame laying there diapered and helpless beneath him. Her pacifier fell aside for her to ask meekly, “F-Father? W-When can I have the reversal surgery and r-resume my duties? They said if I was good and acted well I co—“ He gently shoved her pacifier back in and tickles under her chin. “Your punishment will be over when I say so, my dear. You’re far less expensive to maintain this way than a synth, or when you had your other big girl responsibilities. No, I still may have some use for you yet.” * Stone looked Quinn straight in her bright blue eyes. “Thank you for believing in me. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I lost your trust.” Her steel grey eyes actually welled slightly, but she blinked them away. ”The Brotherhood on the other hand...May take more convincing...”

The doctor stumbles down from her workshop, magnifying spectacles perched askance on her nose with a mess of wires in her hands. “Quinn? I heard yelling!” “No, no!” Stone butted in shaking a little but assuring herself over and over again that she wasn’t a copy. She couldn’t be! She frantically removed her belt and unbuttoned her pants to drop them and hop one foot out then the other. She rolled up her boxer’s spandex showing a bite mark. “Here! Look! Did you notice this when she was wetting? You’d be able to see this. It wasn’t there! I was bitten by a mongrel dog on one of my first patrols. She looks /like/ me, but she isn’t me.” Kent nervously joins the commotion in the parlor worried for Quinn and with urgent news, but Irma storms forward weapon in hand.

“Dunno, puddin’.” The singer replies. “I was just moving through looking for a gig when this one opened up.” The woman sipped her drink. Stone leaves her a cap and turns away from the bar with Quinn. “You know I think Hancock is a mutfruit left out in the sun too long, but your instincts are right. If this is Institute meddling we should get to the bottom of it.” Just then, a cutesy jingle resonates from behind the bar and the holovid screen flicks on. Stone closes her eyes with dread, while cheers and whistles are drummed up from the drunks at the bar. A black and white image of a cartoony Brotherhood Knight clad in power armor walks with a silly step in time with the music on screen before being startled during an ambush, the armor caricature crosses at the knees only to have dribbles of oil fall down between them and piddle. The Babyhood of Steel title card spins into view. “C’mon Quinn we don’t have to...” Stone stopped mid-sentence, staring at the screen. It wasn’t a rerun. Tinkling babyish music is played over the scene of a woman sat on a blanket, Baybhood diaper clearly on display as the nursemaid helped her play with her blocks, spelling out silly phrases like ‘I heart my diapers’ or ‘uh-oh no potty-o’. It was all inane, but the Third Rail crowd were eating it up. Between the rustles and baby talk a hissing and soft splatter started as the woman immediately soaked her thirsty diaper and all she could do was blush furiously behind her bonnet and big pacifier. The nursemaid singsongs in a high pitched voice it was time for her diapee change! The bar brayed with laughter and curses to both the Institute and Brotherhood and anyone else who wanted to screw with their town. Stone paled, squinted, barely able to comprehend through her shock. “Quinn...why does she look like me?”

“Well hey there sugah.” The dark-haired woman looked down at Quinn from her bar stool. She had a medium length hairstyle bob, black gown with matching gloves up past her elbows and a heavy Boston accent. She held a martini glass daintily in her hand. “Come to make a request?” “Not exactly.” Stone offered to say, peeking back at Quinn. “We were wondering if Magnolia had gotten sick? Is that why she’s not able to perform tonight?” “Poor Mags.” The singer lit a cigarette. “Nobody’s seen her for weeks, but with so many missing person cases popping up all over the Commonwealth what’s a girl to do?” She took a drag illuminating her face with the smoking embers in the dim bar. “Mayor Hancock’s been buzzing meaner than a stingwing. Offering caps for information last I heard.”

Stone hummed enjoying the taste of Quinn’s lips. She nods in agreement. The Brotherhood brought civilization to the wastelands and with it law and order. If Quinn felt an investigation needed to be opened they would give it its due diligence, even if that would mean keeping Quinn up past her bedtime. The singer ended her song and announced her break she sauntered to the bar for a drink. Stone could feel Quinn’s worry and she nudged her softly. “Should we go ask her?”

Stone was sat back still warmed from the kiss, her eyebrow quirking up as she watched her Quinn charm the bot. It was so nice to see her this confident. This was obviously her town. Stone took the offered bottle with a matching grin and clinked it with Quinn’s, giving her a soft headbutt as she laughed at their victory. She chugged it very un-lady-like before coming up for air with an appreciative gasp. Her arm wrapped around Quinn and cuddled her close, the beer making her happy and even more affectionate than normal. She pointed with the sloshing bottle to the stage. “New singer?” She asked simply. It didn’t look like the normal woman.

Stone barked a laugh at Quinn’s hacking threat, cackling until Quinn’s kiss drastically distracted her. She stood dazed for a moment until her hand was being tugged by Quinn to follow. She grinned ear to ear and gave a little parting salute to Kent. Stone curls her lips together in happy anticipation, shoving one hand deep in her pocket as she marched dreamily beside Quinn through the parlor imagining the future course of alcohol and their night out together. “Is there anything you need before we leave?” Stone asked, squeezing Quinn’s held hand a little. “Coat? A quick change?”

Stone’s tough exterior was melting from the kisses, and it was her turn to wear the goofy smile. “You really think you could?” Stone’s hands rested on Quinn’s padded bottom wanting to keep her close in her arms. “With that floating bucket of bolts I can barely keep from punt—.” She flinched and ducked, peeking around. “Don’t tell Curie I said that. Is she out today?” She breathed a sigh of relief remembering Curie had been needed back in her settlement.

“Does she now?” Stone asked, her grin growing lopsided as she sticks her finger in the waistband of Quinn’s diaper as if for a check, but instead lightly tugs her up close against her for a soft kiss. “And does she always get the girl?” Stone asked quietly, gently, letting go of her diaper to tuck a loose strand of Quinn’s hair behind her ear.

“Ze only complications or illnesses would be if you try to repress it. Otherwise..., be sure you are changed regularly to prevent a rash.” Curie smiled seeing they were both taking this so well, she felt able to say the little joke. She remembered her consciousness transition and was pleased these pods could continue to better people in some ways even with the darker sacrifices they sometimes demanded. She felt her own synthetic heart under her palm and gave her thanks. * The days transitioned, with Stone and Quinn trying to establish a routine to keep their simulations appeased while still maintaining their individuality all under the watchful eyes of the doctors who offered advice and consultation, especially during the rougher patches like disciplining, diaper use regularity, and stricter bedtimes. Irma accommodated them with matronly grace and surprised them both when her shipments arrived. She took Stone aside, opened Quinn’s apartment to show off its new refurnishings. Stone, who had helped to clean and dispose of the detritus of chems and pre-war gadgets during one of Quinn’s naps, finding her notes about her struggles and carefully talking through them with her afterwards, now had her face colored a bright shade of red as she saw the overzealous designs and frills matching Irma’s own unique taste in fashion. It was all stuffed into the small space a little weathered and rough around the edges like everything else in the Commonwealth, but specifically designed to make taking care of Quinn easier. A nursing chair, adult diapers, cloth, made with associated leak covers stacked in cubbies for when they would need to stay here during their travels, a proper bed with low wooden railings to help Quinn feel safe inside, a table for changing, their weapons and ammo neatly crated and of course Quinn’s memorabilia left untouched. Stone stammered unsure of how to show her thanks, but Irma merely tilted up her chin to give her a loving kiss; that was all the payment she required. * Stone knocked on the doorjamb interrupting Quinn’s visit with Irma’s other tenant, Kent. The situation could not have been hidden from him so he joined their inner circle very understanding and kind as was his nature despite the horrible ghoul stereotypes floating from Diamond City. The night was getting late, and Stone had a request to make thus interrupting the playdate. ”Quinn? I was thinking...you still owe me that date.” Stone grinned cockily.

Stone still kneeled by Quinn’s feet bundling away her odorous dirty diaper, once done, her hands came to rest on her knees in tight fists of worry. Curie crouched down to Quinn’s level to deliver her diagnosis carefully. “As I think you and ze Paladin may ave overheard, Dr. Amari and I do not think your conditions are...treatable. We will continue to search for ways to help you with ze symptoms, but any sort of tampering is far too dangerous, and ignoring it may prove to be life threatening.” She paused to gauge her patients’ reactions and Irma gave Quinn a little supportive squeeze already aware of these conditions based on her conversations with the doctors. She had already expressed her desire to order them the supplies to help. Stone held a calloused hand against her heart, feeling that it all made sense. She was more worried for what this would mean for Quinn, and grappled with her contrary internal elation by the news she would be taking care of Quinn’s baby side indefinitely. There was no surprise in her heart, only comfort, like someone had wrapped her in a fuzzy blanket and told her everything was going to be ok. Like she no longer had to deny her body the air it needed to breathe Stone took a deep breath and nodded with a relieved smile. As a Paladin, she knew she could adapt. Her steely eyes met Quinn’s promising her a future even with this now solidly part of their lives.

Irma is poised for a moment then nods gently, popping the protective cover off the top of the bottle, and scooting in to settle more comfortably next to Quinn. She holds the nipple by Quinn’s lips to let her drink, shaking out a little lacy handkerchief to then dab up the dribble of leftover breastmilk on Quinn’s chin. “You do look so cute like this.” Irma confessed as Stone hoisted Quinn slightly higher to place a loudly crinkling plastic diaper under her, one that Irma had traded for. Powder then was papped and spread in soft circles. They were running out of clean cloth diapers and Stone wanted to save them for Quinn’s heavier nighttime accidents. Irma breathes in the powder scent with a happy sigh. “You know, a few of my clients have wanted to relive their baby days in my pods? The idea has seemed to be growing momentum. Perhaps I should offer a deluxe package...” Stone rustles up Quinn’s diaper front and wraps it snug. It is not as thick as her cloth ones, but its tapes and the snaps of her onesie still keeps it well supported in place. Seeing the change was done and her patient decent again, Curie tentatively joins them, looking like she was preparing to say some difficult news.

“How do I feel?” Stone puffs out her cheeks sore from all of her smiling, she leans in to tell Quinn her secret, her hands reaching for her diaper pins. “I’ve never felt better, my Star.” She kisses her cheek then straightens to do her willing duty. The pins are loosened and the diaper is opened. “Mhm.” Stone nods, surveying. “You used every inch of this one. I bet you feel better.” Quinn’s legs are raised as Stone helps her off her messed diaper. Cool wipes soon follow, scraping up any sticky areas, but with softer lighter strokes around her fading bruises. The doctors and Irma re-enter, Irma gasping slightly seeing Quinn’s bottom elevated, dirtied, with the associated smell. “Pardon!” Curie immediately turned and tried to herd the rest out, but Irma held up her hand to delay her. “No, no please wait.” In her hand was a stack of white squares, a little plastic baby bottle. “We...seeing as this may last awhile. I traded a few caps and found a few things. I made deals for custom items on the way...” She approaches with the baby bottle full of clean water clutched to her chest, braving the messy work still underway to kneel by Quinn. “Quinn, honey, are you thirsty?” She offers the bottle and sets the other diapers aside with a rustle. Stone continues supporting Quinn’s legs and cleaning. “Drink your baba, Quinn. I can keep changing you.” Stone added, but paused a moment confused, the simulation planted that word in her mind for her. She shrugs dismissively and adds it to her expanding vocabulary. “It’s good to keep hydrated after all the fluids you lost, your diaper was soaked.”

Stone’s smirk had gone lopsided from the kiss. “Your noseless mama agrees. Even though she can’t tell if you’re stinky anymore. I can still confidently say you won’t get far at all because the only place your sneaky bum is going is into a new diaper.” Stone kneels by her bag, one arm under Quinn’s squishy bottom to keep Quinn against her shoulder while the other unfolds the changing mat on which she then she gently lays Quinn onto. She bunches up Quinn’s onesie only to blow a big radsberry on her bare belly. She sat back up grinning to lay out the changing supplies. “You look one thousand times better, Quinn. And I think that counted as at least fifty kisses.”

“Ah! Ah!” Stone arches away from the tickles with a laughing whinging smile and tries to hold Quinn out of range at arms reach, her diaper sags deeply with its full weight as she’s held out. Stone pouts then grins to put on her airs of seriousness. “I have pledged my loyalty to protecting my Princess, and that includes protecting her sneaky bum.” Stone’s voiceacting drops away at the end of her speech as she swoops Quinn in close to cradle again with a light noogie. Stone searches for her bag; the health scare that had been moments ago felt so far away. “Your royal hiney needs a diaper change, sweet pea. Unless my Princess doth protest?”

“That’s right!” Stone said lifting Quinn up with her from the pod, even tossing and catching her a little in the air as simply as the medicine ball she used to train with back aboard the Prydwen. “And mama’s got some strict orders direct from my Princess. Can you guess what they are?” She tickle attacks Quinn’s belly as shifts her onto her hip.

As Stone gazed lovingly down at Quinn, her lucidity keeps pace with Quinn’s, little by little, like a silk curtain lifting up past her nose, her cheeks, her eyes, she sees her milk on Quinn’s chin and her ears tingle, her nose blushes, but like Quinn, it isn’t embarrassment or shame its shyness and care. Mommy. She heard it again from Quinn; her apprentice, her love. The word fit her and wrapped around her like her armor, something she didn’t need to think about, something she wore as naturally as anything else. She didn’t need to fight what was now apart of her and she accepted it now with open arms. Stone leans in closer, her smile more warm and meek and true. “Mommy loves you too.” She says in a soft whisper back and nuzzles Quinn’s nose.

Each suckle shot a tingle through Stone, settling at the base of her neck, pooling there until it was all too much to bear and the simulation answered, her breasts swelled from Quinn’s infantile attention and soon allowed her to finally drink. Stone hummed with the release and stroked Quinn’s hair. “There you go.” She cooed and repeated, before feeling more pee leak from Quinn’s diaper, trickling onto her hand and into her lap, but she wasn’t bothered, knowing that was what little babies were expected to do. “Don’t worry, Princess, you’ll get a new diaper just as soon as you’re done.” Stone whispered softly watching Quinn through the eyes of a mother and giving her another gentle kiss. Behind their hung privacy curtain, not quite put up quick enough not to glimpse Quinn on Stone’s breast, soft voices were discussing things and booted feet made for the door with a sound purpose.

Stone’s cradle tightened around Quinn, curling over her protectively with sadness, happiness, and relief as she heard the first infant wail peal from Quinn’s lips. She kissed and shushed, rubbed and patted, guiding her soft nipple to act as a pacifier for the baby and when she felt the suckling, her smile grew so soft and so kind it was like the years of fighting, doctrine, and politics from the Brotherhood all at once lifted off her shoulders leaving behind a smooth and shining mother with the protective strength of a warrior. “Mamma’s here for you.” Stone repeats whispered and kisses the top of Quinn’s head, supporting it and her dirty bottom against her firmly but softly, so her fragile precious Quinn can completely relax in her hold. She was happy the diaper was being used, it meant Quinn’s body was able enough to be letting go.