DiaperRebel

“Didn’t I warn you?” Stone lets out a little hiss and her stomach twitches. ”Y-You have a tendency to interrupt Awesome Paladin Thinking. Ah, no, I got it. You’ll turn vegetable starch into adhesive paste until the Brahmin come home. With all your little fingers stuck together you’ll be out of luck then.”

“About tomor-hrgk!” Stone jerks a little, placing her hand over Quinn’s to stop it reflexively. Her mouth is an amused smiling grimace at the successful sneak attack. “Clever girl.” She grins, wolf-like giving Quinn a rewarding light peck and nibble on her neck as her deserved spoils of war, her hold above the invading hand is very light now. “If you tell anyone I made that noise, you’ll be in big trouble missy.”

“I’m happy you told me. I’m so happy you told me, Quinn.” Stone repeated whispering as she soothed and held and rocked. “I’m comforted by it too...I blamed myself...I...Now I know we don’t need to rush this. We’ll find a way. The specialist tomorrow might know some other way to help too, but for now let me...let me go get your things.” Lightly, Stone untangles herself from Quinn and navigates crouched beneath the low ceiling to their supply crate. In the silence that followed and her clattering rummaging, the air was somber, but their bond seemed tightened with their shared uncertainties and confusion and vulnerabilies with the truth freed. Stone returns, changing supplies in hand laying out a mat to protect Quinn from the floor and then gently helps her onto it. Her hands start to softly rip free the Velcro of Quinn’s grey waterproof diaper cover. “Do you like it?” Stone asks softly about the cover she was lowering trying to distract Quinn from her dirty diaper within. “No leaks...” She observes, quietly proud of her own craftsmanship. “Decker helped me with it. I makes the diaper look slimmer on you.” The pins are loose and the diaper is brought down then removed. All the while Stone helps to keep Quinn’s legs up and supported as she wipes her bottom for her. Noticing her skin is a little dry, she takes some baby oil and rubs it on Quinn until she’s glistening before applying powder. The fresh diaper is positioned and Quinn is lowered. More oil is spread around her thighs and Stone shakes more powder into her hand to then pat down between Quinn’s legs. Clean and ready, Stone tugs up Quinn’s diaper and pins it snugly in place followed by the wrap and Velcro stick of the diaper cover. She checks the perimeter, tucking any diaper cloth back into the cover for a good leak seal. Satisfied, Stone watches Quinn, smiling down at her gently, then leans down slowly to kiss her deeply. Only pulling away to say, softly, “I will never stop loving you, Quinn. That’s an oath from a Paladin Knight.”

Stone nods, holding her, anchoring her. She was glad Quinn could cry. It was what they needed to get through. Her grey eyes met Quinn’s, searching and understanding. “Quinn...Quinn...I understand. I understand.” She repeated, rocking her slightly, rubbing her back, and hugging her close. “You cry for as long as you need.”

“Quinn...?” Stone asks as she holds her close. “You don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to...Did you enjoy the babying?” Her tone was well-meaning, curious. Stone knew this was going to be hard to think about, but she wasn’t judgmental or seeking blame. She wanted to understand, to help.

“That’s right,” Stone reported officially to sound like she was giving a briefing. “Awesome Paladin Thinking.” She was grinning like a fool from the kiss, and leans closer. “But you sure know how to make that stop.” She tickles Quinn beneath her chin to sabotage any follow-up kisses. Her hand comes to rest again on the used diaper. “This feels...Do you...did you want to try a change? You’re not in training anymore...I-I don’t need to enforce it.”

Stone felt the fuller weight of Quinn’s wet diaper in her gently squeezing hand. “Uh huh...” She said in a daze before snapping out of it. “No! I meant, yes you’re going to need your diap—I mean, it’s never a problem, and no, that’s not a stupid idea. Hrm.” Stone swallowed her next sentence trying to regain control of her otherworldly motherly thoughts. “What I’m trying to say is...I think it’s a good physiological tactic.” Stone managed slowly now with her thoughts in order. “We can find a way to get that to production and send a counter message. That’s Paladin level thinking Quinn. It is an excellent idea.”

Stone’s arm wraps around Quinn to give her a tight supportive hug. “I’m here to help you through this and listen whenever you’re ready, Quinn,” she whispers back, planting a kiss on the top of Quinn’s head, but at the mention of the jet, she can’t help letting her hand move downwards to check if Quinn’s diaper was used. “That’s why we have an appointment tomorrow.” Stone continued. “A specialist. She can help us decide what we need to do.”

Stone’s mouth made a little happy quirk after that sneaky peck her rubbing knuckle comes to rest under Quinn’s chin to turn her head and give her a good morning kiss determined not to be outdone. She smiles at the end, but then it lessens as she feels the need to be more serious for a moment. “Quinn? What went on in those vids...None of that matters to me either, but if you’re nervous, or you ever need to talk about it. I’m here. Don’t ever hesitate to talk to me ok?”

Stone hums. What a pleasant way to wake up. One eye opens drowsily and a lazy hug tightens around Quinn. “Midday you say...?” Stone grumbles into Quinn’s ear playfully, but the throbbing in her head from the light and the betraying gurgle in her stomach left few excuses to continue impersonating a sloth. She sighs regretfully, and begins easing upwards. “Thankfully our appointment isn’t until tomorrow...I can cook us up some chow...” She rubbed her eyes with a scarred knuckled fist.

Stone, flushed and happy, helped Quinn into a protective cloth diaper for bed, trying to at first explain the folds before both of them, too giddy and drowsy to concentrate, allow the normal routine to progress of Stone pinning Quinn into her diaper and velcroing a new cover overtop. They then lay a perfect fit as they drift and spoon together in sleep. * “That is unacceptable!” Dr. Weber rounded on her staff face flushed with rage. Time was ticking down, not only did she need her precious source of valuable data and endless taunts back, but the next scheduled broadcast was fast approaching, and if the Star was missing...She slams the search pattern printouts against her desk. “It cannot be this hard to track a diaper-wearing gangly chimpanzee and her empty-headed scrap-plated gorilla through the Wasteland on foot! Follow the smell of dirty diapers and you’re sure to find them!” “...Doctor,” A low and authoritative voice hummed beside her office door. “Please do try to maintain your temper, this is unbecoming of you.” The Father of the Institute, stood at the door flanked by Weber’s own nursing synths looking none too happy. “I’ve allowed your project...is it even worthy of that term? This...show to go on with the trust that you could handle it, but now look where that has gotten us.” Weber attempts to speak, to explain, but Father silences her with a held up hand. “Please, have a seat, and you are not to say another word until I tell you otherwise. Everyone else? You are dismissed.” The staffers hurry from the room, leaving Father and the synths watching Weber who nervously and weakly nods as she sits down. “Do not get me wrong, Dr.” Father said, circling. “Your work for the Institute has long been recognized. Your failures...overlooked because of your other successes in the past, but now, after this reprehensible mistake, one that has the potential to undermine my entire operation. I think a certain...punishment is in order.” Weber felt the prickles of sweat as Father rests his hip on her desk opening a file. “Day 1.” He began, reading from her notes. “The subject has been retrieved wearing a diaper, used. This element may be injected in her treatments to control the subject and undermine the Brotherhood...Day 15.” He skips ahead. “Subject continues to experience both bowel and releases of bladder in response to dosing. Diaper mass gained significantly from dry weight.” He thumbs farther. “Infantilization of subject continues to draw,” and this he emphasizes, “the largest viewing audience of the Commonwealth.” He closes the folder with a snap. “Do you realize we’re supposed to be a secretive organization? And now, the simple fact that we can’t televise a woman messing herself in an adult diaper will throw shadows of doubt on our legitimacy, our competency. I won’t have it!” He slaps the file down making the doctor flinch. “Not to worry...” He assures taking on a dangerously kind tone. “You have made your level of competency quiet clear. This experimental ‘nursery’ you have allocated so many resources to will not go to waste. It is now yours. Your very synths have been reprogrammed to think that you, Dr., are their helpless charge in need of constant care.” She tries to speak, but one dismissive motion from her leader and her reprogramed synths surge into action. A big pacifier is shoved in her mouth, and she is lifted up, stripped of her clothes while she whimpers and cries for leniency. Father simply straightens and starts for the door only stopping to place the tip of his cane under Weber’s chin. “If you think your Quinn was babied, her experience will be nothing compared to yours.” He left her to go clean up her mess before this got out of hand. * Sun begins to trickle in from cracks in the wood boards around them, Stone still sleeps warm and wrapped around Quinn. It appears her ability to bounce back from a jet hit might not be as quick as others and this has left her sleeping in with a light snore.

Stone kisses lightly then tongues deeply. Her strong arms wrapping around Quinn’s thighs to bring her just an inch closer. She was generous and patient, teaching and kind, guiding Quinn, showing her all parts of herself were right and loved. Exploring and caring for each one helping her find the value in herself again.

Stone is contemplative for a long while, her face growing more scarlet with each passing thought as she cleans Quinn as modestly as she can, but certain places were making it difficult to concentrate. With Quinn as fresh and clean as before, Stone slowly begins to lean down, her mouth a breath away, her hands running gently up along Quinn’s sides. “I want to show you...is it ok?” Her voice was airy, grumbled in her gruff caring way, and breathless inches from Quinn’s freshly cleaned skin.

“Hm?” Stone paused in her task, she had finished removing the full diaper from under Quinn, and had a handful of baby wipes clutched in her hand, the nefarious dirty diaper was now bundled and far away. Slight heat creeps up her neck guessing incorrectly what Quinn might be referring to. “I...this was habit. Im...You can...Would you like to do this yourself?”

During boot camp! I hadn’t gone in the morning because we were rushed to get out earlier than normal and I didn’t want to slow the team down. I was standing at attention waiting to march inside I was in the last line when it just happened. No bladder problems at all or accidents in my memory prior since I was like 8. Just a twinge and game over right into my boots. A classmate had to get me a new uniform. I still have to interact with these people! I just try and treat it like Vegas. Attitude is everything I guess!

Hard to focus?” Stone parrots coyly. “We can’t have that...” She helps to lie Quinn down and rests her hand lightly against Quinn’s inner thigh to let her relax open. Her fingers delicately pull the wet diaper’s tapes and she gingerly folds the front down to see the yellow padding within, the residual wetness on Quinn’s skin, and the base of the intruding plug. One hand reaches down while the other helps to raise and support Quinn’s legs so she can have clear access. “Ready?” She asks, all business. “Try to relax and let go...Breathe out...” As soon as Stone feels Quinn’s muscles start to unclench, she quickly removes the plug in one fell swoop to get it over with. Holding it triumphantly she thinks perhaps doing this over a proper receptacle might have been wiser. No time, she quickly tugs Quinn’s diaper back up between her legs and nods. “Go ahead.” She prompts. “Let it all out.” She knew the cleanse, like time, waited for no one. Damn the Institute for prolonging it in Quinn.

Stone’s eyes crinkle as she snorts and shifts Quinn a little. That word being said out loud cannot be met with maturity not even from a Paladin. “I know...” Her voice was still low, supportive, finding the humor in the dark situation hopefully with Quinn as well. “And I can help you. Are you...ready to do it now?”

Stone closed her eyes and bowed her head into Quinn’s hand only breathing through her nose startled a little as Quinn’s lips met hers before relaxing and returning, her hand rising, fingers brushing Quinn’s jaw and cupping her chin. Her forehead rests against Quinn’s after they part. “I love you too.” She breathes out, knowing it was true, knowing she would move heaven and Earth, whatever was left of them, for her.

Stone muttered a few words of worried caution supporting Quinn as she sits up in her ever crinkling diaper, the tape she had been peeling was left not even an inch loose. Stone’s face is rough under Quinn’s touch, chapped and dry from the wasteland, she turns it slightly to nuzzle into Quinn’s poor scarred hand as she listens. She guides Quinn closer as her worries are aired being careful of her bottom not caring of its wetness to wrap her against her in a hug and still she listens. When Quinn is done she speaks quietly resting by her ear. “We don’t have to worry about the past or the future, or any of that right now, Star.” She murmured chin resting against her shoulder. “You did everything right. The sun is down...and I’m just so happy to have you back...Just...This is all we need to focus on for now. For tonight. Is that alright with you...?”

Quinn would awake, hands free, bandaged, but maybe overall a little chilly. Fortunately, there was a source of heat; her humiliating outfit had been used as tender for a small fire in a slanted steel container, the floor, that was what was slanted not the container. Quinn would notice herself dressed back in her uniform onesie, not ideal, but an unfortunate necessity to cover her thick diaper and keep it in place. Trousers, shirt, and jacket in her sizes were folded neatly within a sort of wooden crate cache with other supplies off to the side. The crotch of her onesie is currently unsnapped with Stone looking the exposed diaper wet underneath. She hadn’t meant to wake her but was concerned for her skin developing a rash. She had a few clean cloth diapers stashed away here along with the new clothes. ‘Here’ being a low ceilinged space, smelling of wood and varnish, so cozy that Stone had to keep herself hunched slightly. “Morning, Star Cap.” She smiled. A bit sheepish she got caught in the act of trying to do a stealthy diaper change. “You can keep sleeping...I just wanted to help keep you dry.” She tried to quietly peel Quinn’s wet diaper tapes, but of course that was impossible to do quietly. There was also the reason why the diaper was only wet to be concerned about. “I’m sorry this has been going on for so long...” She said still determined to be quiet and let Quinn drift off again if she needed. Stone was speaking more to herself, letting the guilt settle in.

Stone lifted her, hands cupped under her diaper and behind her head, swaddled in her coat. Stone rips off the bonnet and carefully let Emogene work her magic hacking the explosive collar free. Those were tense seconds, and it took almost too much trust from Stone to allow it, but cleanly, the collar popped open, and Stone promptly chucked it in the bushes. “We’re moving.” She said quietly to Quinn, crouching low as she clutched her close. “I’m the one useless, take my uniform and discipline is out the window. We wouldn’t be out here if it weren’t for you. I was so stupid. I couldn’t let them..., but after everything you’ve...I’m sorry it took me so long.” Her voice tightened in her throat and her arms hugged tighter.

Emogene was surprised at first, but then her hand came to rest on Quinn’s head, stroking any of her hair freed from her recording bonnet. The maid continues her soothing rubs before her fingers ease apart Quinn’s cheeks and the chilly plug is guided inwards. “No no, relax. Breathe Baby. Good girl...” The plug slid in and the bystanders watched and waited hungrily for the now garaunteed clean baby maid to get to work. Baby powder sprinkles and tickles coolly all over Quinn’s bottom, spread in light circles, then Quinn is gingerly guided over onto her back to repeat the process on her front. McKinney is there; a little close for comfort. He kneels down to take over securing Quinn’s diaper like he had seemingly done many times before. It was the perfect propaganda photo. A Courser diapering a captured Knight, but that wasn’t the goal of his currently running program. “The doctor says we can take an intermission as I teach you a lovely new trick to show our guests.” He leans closer to speak, sticking her diaper straps tight. “I’ll let you imagine what that could be.” Dr. Weber was announcing this fact to the audience behind him, he must have been convincing. Emogene knew this was the Courser reacting to the hacking chip on his arm, but even she harbored a small fear his sadistic tone was his own free will. Diaper in place and leak guards given a final little tug, Quinn is picked up and Emogene’s hand is taken by him as well to be lead away. The heat of the stage lights dim as they move into the entryway, then out into outside air. Quinn is set down. Stone is kneeling there in front of her, her removed coat held up, and immediately wraps Quinn inside hugging her close.

“Oh, poor baby...” The nurse said suppressing a snicker a how tense the Knightie’s little bottom was, bending lower, practically feeling the embarrassment and nervousness radiating from Quinn, she planted her soft lips on the nearest soft cheek to make an exaggerated raspberry kiss. She giggled, joined by the less mature of the audience sniggering at the suggestive noise before exchanging the Vaseline for some lotion and setting the toy aside to wait. “Your bottom is really sore huh baby?” She whimpers mockingly. “Well, I have something just for you.” A cool squirt of lotion follows, landing as an icy wiggly strip on Quinn’s behind before the maid’s soft hands begin to rub it into Quinn’s warm bruised skin. “Just relax baby girl...” She cooed near. “Mommy’s making it all better...” Her fingers rubbed in light circles making little pleasant wet noises, and Emogene quietly offered Quinn her pacifier noting the rubber bulb was fairly practical for situations like what was planned for her.

“Do?” The maid asks with a chuckle unfolding Quinn’s next disposable. “Honey we take care of everything for you. Even the potty. When was the last time you even had to ‘do’ that?” Emogene tried to give Quinn a modicum of modesty, clutching the powder bottle waiting for her turn in the process, but it wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen before during her romps outside the estate; the diapers were a new element though. Dr. Weber sipped her Pinot reveling in the clear link that she sees established in Quinn’s mind between her diapers and pleasure. Just another way to maintain control, and an interesting side project should the Institute’s enemies truly decide to submit themselves to the treatment, just like their shy little mascot. A clean diaper was placed underneath Quinn, but more for a precautionary measure as it seemed a patron wanted to keep her smooth nakedness on display a little longer. He shouldered forward holding something small that had been passed around earlier. Behind him a slight purple ripple and the Cabot’s wink from existence, but all eyes are on him and more notably the small plastic toy in his hand. “I’ve been tellin’ the Brotherhood to shove their better civilization bullshit straight up their asses. This is the next best thing, I figure!” “Bravo...!” Dr. Weber clapped politely from her vantage point. “Yes, please do us all a favor so our sense of smell may enjoy the rest of our evening.” His request made, the man hands the device over to the maid who is happily pulling Quinn’s tub of Vaseline out from her changing supplies and lathering the plug up. “Turn over sweet cheeks.” She commands with a smirking smile.

She gave Quinn a sweet and tolerant smile, to let her know that she forgave her, and was unrelenting with her little delicate wipes. “I know baby. You have been naughty, but there’s no need to cry. This is cheering you right up.” She confirmed with a glance at the new wetness building under the wipes, and she pulled quickly away. Her smile widening as she gave Quinn’s bare spanked bottom a few pats of praise then a hard pinch to check its red soreness. ”If you still think you’ve been that naughty; however, then this might not have been enough...”