DiaperRebel

The Doctor meets her gaze and smiles pleasantly especially once Quinn lays in her diaper changing position, bent at the knees and spread wide just as she was trained. The gathered crowed, already amused by her announcement of needing a new diaper, enjoyed a louder laugh at her unfortunate squishy tumble. The maid’s hand rested down on the top of Quinn’s thigh like a clamp holding her in place. Her thumb rubbed back and forth threateningly across her soft pampered skin while her other hand began peeling back the dirtied diaper’s tapes. “You’re not getting any silly ideas from your friend, right babykins?” Now the maid was speaking in her hushed confiding tone—the one meant to remind Quinn that she had a few punishments clothes pins with her name on it. Emogene senses the rising danger for Quinn and hustles over. “Oh sweetie, look what you did to our carpet! You’ve leaked all over the place!” She was exaggerating, but needed the excuse. “Here, I should be the one to change your diaper, maybe a stranger having to do this will teach you to control yourself a little better, maturity of the Brotherhood or not!” The crowd loves this and the maid keeps the baby soothed with her pacifier, shifting so Emogene can take the caretaker’s position. With some instruction and assistance, Emogene tears the tapes of Quinn’s diaper and lowers the front down to reveal a very yellow and very dirty diaper. The captured initiate’s legs are hoisted to reveal a messy backside as well making many audience members gasp with mixtures of disgust and delight. “Here, deary. Just let me help you,” The maid cooed to Emogene making her blush slightly especially since she was struggling to keep her expression neutral. “These next parts are the unglamorous side of caring for the Babyhood of Steel and their diapers.” She drew wipes from their container and began wiping the wide area of Quinn’s bottom clean and then cleaned inwards, pretending not to notice as she began stimulating her dependent captive’s little front button.

Emogene smiles brightly back at the happy baby, but then grunts taking her full weight. Despite Quinn’s small frame She was still a heavy full-grown adult. Her smile twitches slightly as she feels the smelly mess in Quinn’s diaper smush. She quickly sets Quinn down, holding her hand to help her stand bow-legged in her full diaper. She bends slightly to talk down to her. “Perhaps we should change your diaper before we play?” She asked, considering Quinn’s comfort, and thinking it would buy more time for their newly acquired Synth to complete his task. “I agree.” The doctor said from offstage swirling a procured wine glass with derision. “Our guests, myself included, would like to sniff our wine without the air smelling of diapers.” Stone added her own opinion as jet-fueled sped-up gibberish. McKinney took her in hand. “This one needs a nap.” He suggested stonily beginning to lead her away as she stumbled in his grasp. “Little miss talkative can sleep it off.” ”Don’t forget her Babyhood beddie-bye diaper.” The maid sing-songed holding a diaper out from her packed supply for him as he passed out the door. The audience chuckled and offered light appreciative applause to the apparant closing of that act nodding and joking amongst themselves beginning to relax again after the Paladin’s hold-up scare. Emogene stood with Quinn waiting to see if she was going to toddle over to her mat to be changed or if she wanted to be spared to play a different game.

Seeing the device planted, Emogene quickly draws attention by holding out her arms asking for the baby. “Please let me play with her more?” She grinned wickedly for her act. “Just look at her, she’s just so cute, and getting stinky...let me change her? Just like a big baby doll!” It was true Quinn’s diaper was still solidly caked against her bottom and this request prompted the maid to preoccupy herself with preparing changing supplies. Dr. Weber remained delighted by the show, sharing in her Courser’s and her audience’s beliefs that Stone poised little threat now that she was stumbling with jet and would soon be another test subject in her studies. That was, until a circuit raced through McKinney, arcing off his sleeve. He looks at the diaper wearing prisoner in his arms, human enough to know she was behind this, but too much a machine to not recognize her as the new administrator of his synthetic operating system. Emogene sees the signs that the device has done its work and grins waiting for Quinn to take full control of this Courser’s capabilities.

Stone rolls, looking up at Quinn, she says something in fast-talked gibberish that she thought sounded slow to her ears as she struggles to push herself off the floor and to her feet with the help of her face. This wasn’t her first time taking Jet. It had saved her life before. McKinney’s anger rises, but is distracted for a moment as he laughs at the all-powerful Paladin’s unglamorous struggles to stand.

“What was that?” He barked, slamming the jet dispenser button down and leaving Stone to fall sideways in her own slowed-down world as he stormed across to Quinn grabbing her by her collar to give her a violent shake. He didn’t strike her yet, he wanted her to listen. “The first?” He mocked. “Listen here you shit covered disgrace. I am the first. The first of my generation. The first to infiltrate the Brotherhood. And you’re the first of something too...During all my time in the Brotherhood you were the first to be recruited as a pants-pissing waste of space. You’re the reason it’s a laughingstock and it looks like you still need to learn how babies should speak to their elders.”

The Cabot’s grown daughter Emogene surprises a patron by grabbing his borrowed paddle and marching forward with it. The synths move to block, but the doctor holds up her hand. “Ms. Cabot, your...salacious reputation is known to me, but I didn’t think you were predisposed to such actions.” She commented coyly with a curious expression. Stone was next to Quinn, by her shoulder, kneeling, hands still bound. “You don’t have to do this for me Quinn. I’ll be—“ She choked. Her airway interrupted by McKinney’s synthetic strength yanking her up by the back of her shirt collar and placing a hand on her pants. “This Babyhood Steelie’s out of uniform...since we know she can’t ‘cope maturely’, she needs to be wearing her diaper like the Initiate says, and I remember owing her a little payback.” McKinney grinned before palming some jet. “We need to make you a bit more cooperative first.” Emogene gripped her punishment instrument with a convincingly haughty smile. “I’ve learned a thing or two, doctor, and don’t appreciate these baby bullies in our Commonwealth.” Her nose pointed upwards. “I’d like to teach her a lesson, and don’t care what my daddy wants anymore. He’s kept me cooped up in this stupid house for too long.” Her advance on Quinn is swift, righteous, and unhindered. Dr. Weber folds her arms to watch appreciatively. The flat wood of the paddle is placed on Quinn’s dirty diaper to aim then slams against her with a billowing whack then again, and again at least a half dozen times more before Emogene leans in, shushing the baby through her pain, rubbing her diaper and slipping a RoboCo device Quinn would recognize into her mittened hand. Meanwhile, Stone struggles and thrashes, her arms secured, her face held as a jet tube clacks against her defiantly grit teeth. “Open up baby Pally.” Mckinney sneered and strained. “Or do you want us to do this and worse to your special little ‘Star’ over there?” Stone, after being forced to hear and watch Quinn’s spanking, spreading her accident inside against the mocking seal of the Brotherhood, she was ready to tear limbs, but force. She doesn’t know Quinn has already been hooked on jet again, but she knows intimately how hard it has been for Quinn to stay away. She submits, and lets her mouth hang open to take in the dispenser willing to save Quinn from her fate.

The doctor tilts her head and the maid automatically cups and pinches Quinn’s growing diaper as it sinks with the new smelly lump within. “Poor whittle baby.” The maid cooed in Quinn’s ear, but loud enough for the room to hear. “All this excitement made you go poopy, huh? See why you have to be a good little girl so we can take care of you?” The nervousness of many of the patrons lifted as they saw or heard the knight poop in her diaper. They snigger and the drunken ones laugh. The doctor smiles and nods holding up a vial of jet next to Quinn’s nuzzled face. “You are being very good right now.” The doctor purrs pressing her knee up into Quinn’s full diaper and grinning over her shoulder at her captive Paladin. “Maybe the doctor should give her good patient a sucker? Your friend? Get her hooked?” She wiggles the Jet, but hides it away. “You’ll get a hit only after you clean up your naughty friend’s spilled ‘juice’. I wonder what else we should do with her? Do you want a playmate? I think we can change you both into clean diapers...we all know how badly the Brotherhood needs them, and we can help her use them like you since you’ve been so pouty lately.” Stone growls and a Mr. Handy was already by the broken wine glass, dust pan in hand. Creaks of leather and pats of paddles sounded from the grinning audience members hungry for revenge. “But first,” the Doctor continues, “You’re going to crawl over so everyone can see what a mess you made in the seat of your diaper and clean up the spilled wine while explaining to everyone how the Brotherhood is diaper trained and why.” The Doctor hummed. “Then you’re going to apologize to everyone here and thank them for any punishments they see fit to give you. You and the Paladin will get a nice diaper change and many many suckers of jet afterwards, how does that sound?” One final grind of her knee and Weber pulls away. The maid loosens her hold on Quinn to let her begin.

Stone jerked and closed her eyes like she’d been struck, trying not to hear Quinn’s pleas she shook her head. “Don’t you ever say that to me again, Quinn.” She spoke softly, gun still raised, still looking ahead. “I can see it in your eyes. You still have a Knight’s spirit. They can’t take that away from you. From us...” Her pistol lowers and McKinney grimaces with pleasure immediately snatching it away from her loosened grasp and kicking behind her knee to have her kneel. “That was all very inspiring Brotherhood trite, Ms. Stone, but I’m afraid it will do you little good here.” The doctor advances into the scene as Stone’s arms are cuffed behind her back by McKinney. The Cabots lower their guns as well. McKinney tosses a few teleportation grenades to summon gen 1 synths to surround and hold them hostage in their own home. “Dr. Cabot I am extremely disappointed in you.” Dr. Weber said looking down her nose at him. “I thought you wanted to collaborate with the Institute on your project, but consider our partnership at an end.” “Paladin Stone was able to get me what I needed without selling my family to you or the Institute, Weber.” He answered through gritted teeth. She ignored him, instead circling in front of Quinn and her maid to lift her little project’s chin and meet her red teary eyes with a smile. “No more crying, little one.” She said. “All your friends are here now, just as I predicted, and we still have time to play.” She looks down at Quinn’s clearly wet diaper. “And I’d hate for you to get a rash.”

A glass flies and crashes at the foot of the stairs followed by a person vaulting the banister and landing heavily. A fine coat, a trim dark suit, pointing an energy pistol at the approaching crowd. “Any one of you bastards touches her, and I’ll make you a steaming pile of goo.” It was Stone. Her voice was clear, her hair and face unchanged, just hidden easily in the crowd of spectators. Her energy pistol bobs between potential targets. A shimmer ripples and another weapon is pointed. This one to Stone’s head. “When will you learn?” McKinney grinned, uncloaked from his Courser stealth boy, but his grin quickly fell when the Cabots and their mercenary drew their weapons all trained on him. “When will you learn to work as a team?” Stone countered with a smirk, weapon unmoving from the hostage crowd. He slowly lowered his gun and a tense silence followed which was only broken by the doctor tutting to draw attention to herself by the door. “Paladin Stone...” Dr. Weber sings her name with a happy sigh. “What a pleasure it is to finally meet you.” The doctor sounded cool, collected, and in control, which was incredibly unnerving seeing as she was the one who was supposed to be being ambushed. Stone gave Dr. Weber a hate-filled look over her shoulder and would have shot her were she stood until she saw the controller held up in her fist, thumb poised above a button. “Everyone will lower their weapons now.” The doctor instructed matter-of-factly. “Not unless you want my poor maid to have to clean up Quinny’s little brains from the carpet. I’d hate to ruin its pristine condition.” Seeing Stone’s internal struggle to comply, Weber lowered her thumb slightly. She sighed again, barely holding on to what little patience she had for all this shootout nonsense. ”Her collar will explode if I push this button, Paladin. You will lower your weapon.” The maid still kept Quinn wrapped in her iron grip by the bench, McKinney slowly raised his pistol again.

Drunken laughter blasts, Dr. Weber’s iconic cackle mixing in as well as Quinn’s accident in her diaper grows clear and the shocked spank of the maid’s hand against Quinn’s thigh bounces up into the high ceiling. The synth had quickly removed her hand, but it was still covered in pee. She holds it out with a wrinkled nose. “I guess you weren’t ready to be a big girl at all were you baby?!” She keeps Quinn close with an arm wrapped around her middle and reaches into her apron to pull out some clothes pins. “These were going to be for the good Cabot family’s laundry but I think they are needed for you to help tell when you need to peepee. Thank goodness you aren’t a Knight. You would have short circuited your armor!” The crowd brays more at the welcome taunts cursing the Brotherhood invasion as the ghoul mercenary places a wooden bench in the front ready with cuffs. He seems slightly sympathetic, but the Brotherhood never treated ghouls kindly and the money’s too good to stop. A few punishment tools are being handed around the guests above by the household’s Mr. Handy. “Excuse me everyone?” The maid asks the crowd, slightly demure, “This baby’s so big...and she’s so wet...can I get some help changing her diaper?” A few eager party-goers immediately begin making their way down the stairs.

Just as Quinn had looked up more were arriving on the staircase landing, drinks in hand after hearing the little mascot had arrived and the show was about to begin. They leaned against the banister railing, talked, jeered, and squealed with delight at Quinn’s appearance amongst themselves. “What’s the matter sweetie are you feeling a bit shy? You’re never this hesitant in your crib.” The maid taunts, then starts pressing her hand above Quinn’s ruffled waistband and lifts her up to stand against her. “Here baby, let me help, so we can start cleaning and serve these nice people more drinks.” The maid’s hand begins worming down into Quinn’s diaper and the volume of the house guests grows hush with eagerness and appreciation.

The world flipped and the floor dropped but they remained on solid ground. A crackle of radioactive lightning streaked in the distance and Quinn was quickly pushed across a cobbled courtyard coming to a stop under a stately mansion of stone and patina. The booming armored motions of an enormous sentry bot halt their passing, a ghoul bodyguard clears them and arrives to escort them inside. The wheels of the carriage glide across the entryway and come to a stop in the high-vaulted luxury living room which had a small stage constructed. “Dr. Cabot, thank you for agreeing to this demonstration. I can assure you, you will not be disappointed.” Dr. Weber said. The maid leans down to pick up Quinn to hold her on her hip with her diaper loud and obvious. She makes her little mitten hand wave. “Me and my little assistant here are ready to start cleaning Mr. and Mrs. Cabot!” The maid play-acts to the owners of the estate as another younger woman enters as well who can’t stop a snicker. “She has been feeling like such a big girl lately.” Dr. Weber explains to her patrons, “So we wanted to show you all how much she loves her diapers. As you may have seen, she was with the Brotherhood of Steel, but now she prefers to serve the Commonwealth this way.” The maid sets Quinn on the stage floor and places her own mitten on the front of her diaper. “Show us honey.” She instructed by her ear with a prompting smile.

“There we go...” The maid playfully coos, cradling Quinn firmly in case she starts to squirm. They walk with the nurse holding her outfit and the eyebot in tow to the teleportation pad proper. A baby carriage waits in the center as if plucked from time. The maid carries Quinn to it and slowly lays her down on the changing pad waiting inside, she wipes up any dribbles of milk with her apron and replaces her pacifier to suckle instead. She is lifted, turned, and changed into her outfit, Babyhood diaper still clearly on display, and praised for how good she is being. A few minutes later, Dr. Weber returns with a bag slung over her shoulder and notices the nurse and maid baby-talking and playing with a certain occupant inside the baby carriage. “I trust everything is in order?” The doctor asks, and the maid pauses her giggles to acknowledge and nod for the doctor to approach. Out of sheer curiosity, Dr. Weber peeks inside the carriage to see a most precious sight; the outfit on Quinn looks more adorable than she had imagined, especially with her plushie retrieved and tight to her chest. She reaches in and pats Quinn’s diaper. “Not only do I enjoy seeing you like this,” she says. “I get to collect new data, and I think it's best we get you a whole new wardrobe to match. The dress and attachments suit you.” She grins and checks the bonnet to make sure it's snug and the data will come out smoothly, she then signals the maid to start pushing the baby carriage and begin the teleportation.

The maid reaches behind herself untying her apron and lowering her dress, reaching to gently take the crying Quinn from the floor and cradle close. Quinn’s diaper is tugged back into place in the maid’s arms, the tapes refastened properly with a few little sticks, the black and white ruffles of the maid’s dress are scratchy against Quinn’s cheek. Her mouth is guided and fills with something soft and warm, but her pacifier still dangles on its leash by her side. The maid gently rocks and coos. “There, there baby shh...Mommy knows what you need.” She gently pats her throbbing diapered bottom. “They made mommy special to take care of you. Go ahead, baby girl you’ll calm down and feel all better.” Her light rustling pats continue.

Her diaper was grabbed from behind and tugged down. Hard spanks followed mercilessly from her nurse. All the caretakers in the room looked with mouths slightly agape. After seeing Quinn so helpless for so long her sudden escape and mobility was shocking. The doctor’s mouth was the first to close. She yanked her pant leg free of Quinn’s pathetic grasp. She spoke through half gritted smiling teeth over the echoing spanks still in progress. “Oh, you’ll be good. I guarantee it.” Her gaze lingered on Quinn’s punished powdered bottom before her attention snapped to her incompetent caretakers . “Get this brat under control. I want to see her strapped in her carriage ready by the hour.” She demands, and pivoted on her heel to make her full exit.

A slap rings in the small space, Quinn’s head was whipped to the side by it, a clear handprint outline on her cheek growing pink and darkening. The doctor breathes hard, flexing her stinging hand, face furrowed and reddened. “You’re only now beginning to regret that.” She promised, pointing a shaking finger. “Get her ready.” She spat at her servant synths before storming away.

The nurse simply pops in Quinn’s pacifier as she sits her up, diaper crinkling loudly, not caring one bit what the baby wants, and attaches the paci’s leash to her pink nighty. She doesn’t bother to change the baby’s clothes and instead supports her cleanly diapered rear to carry her out of her nursery, eyebot in tow. They walk into the Institute’s underground atrium, the trees and open space a refreshing escape. Quinn’s diaper gets tugged to double check that it has a snug leak-free fit as they pass the fountains in case Quinn got any ideas, then they step into the helix-themed elevator to ride to the surface levels. This was where the Institute’s teleport was clearly located, but first they took a side detour. Dr. Weber awaited, looking very smug next to a strikingly effeminate synthetic maid who held a dress that put Quinn's other outfits to shame. It was a matching maid’s outfit, but cropped and styled more like a white and pink pastel frilly baby dress, with lacy booties, mittens, and of course her traveling brainwave bonnet. “It is my interpretation,” the doctor begins, seeing Quinn try to take in the costume. “You have been...cranky lately due to your lack of exercise and fresh air.” Prompted, the maid approaches, draping the cheap rustling costume over her arm, and holding a white collared bow in hand to lock around Quinn’s neck, while the doctor continues. “It’s time for the Brotherhood’s baby to meet her fans. I have organized an outing that you won’t soon forget, little girl. Perhaps the baby’s temperament will have greatly improved upon her return?”

“Do you really think so...?” The nurse asks dubiously, dragging a few more wipes firmly between Quinn’s cheeks, before crumpling the dirty streaks inside them, and tossing them away. “I think I remember you comparing her to something a little more like this...” Quinn’s upturned sensitive parts are harshly flicked and the nurse chuckles, placing a fresh diaper on the table along with Quinn’s baby powder bottle. “Dr. Weber has something very special planned for you, yes she does.” The nurse coos as the powder sprinkles down followed by a cool hand rubbing it in, sending small pleasant waves purposefully into Quinn. “She’s pulled some strings for her little Knightie, and look at you! You’re so excited to see! Stay still silly so nanny can hurry and get your diaper on, you squirmy little thing.” She teased, pulling away her pleasing hand, and tugging the diaper noisily up to finish sealing with crinkly rubs across the tapes.

The nurse lowers Quinn’s crib bars and lifts her up against her shoulder, cupping her squishy lumpy diaper, an eyebot hovering to record as ever. “Uh-oh...did you poopoo in your sleep again?” She lifts Quinn a little higher and smells by her bottom. “Phew, you did.” The rubber mat on Quinn’s changing table crackles as she’s lowered onto it for her routine. “What are we gonna do with you if you keep having these accidents?” The nurse asks pushing Quinn’s nighty well above the waist of her dirty diaper. “Only babies make stinkies in their diapers. Do you want to stay a baby?” The nurse passes Quinn her Paladin plushie rattle like she’s a real baby in need of distraction during her change and pulls down her used diaper to inspect her mess. “Play with your Pally honey this changing is gonna take a while...” Quinn’s messy diaper is removed and plopped in her pail, BoS symbol sufficiently soiled with all her others, her legs are held in the air to clean her messy bottom. “You were very a naughty little girl yesterday weren’t you...” The nurse comments, wiping away against Quinn’s smooth backside. “Saying such a mean thing to the doctor,” she leans in a little closer conspiratorially. “I’ve never seen her get so red before.”

Weber removes the jet and bends low, sealing her lips over Quinn’s to get a taste of the drug herself trailing her finger along the dazed girl’s jawline as she draws away with a grin. “Good girl...” Her back turns to dispose of the empty jet canister just before hearing the inevitable come out of Quinn. She laughs coldly, merely peeking over her shoulder at the messing girl. “Despite all your protests,” She smirks, “your body truly loves being a baby...” She returns to her monitors, clicking open her pen, writing notes in her journal, knowing full well this violent reaction would arrive as it mixed with the cleanse. The nurses gaggle around Quinn as if they had just discovered which baby in the nursery had a smelly diaper. “Oh, this one’s a stinky girl.” One nurse says, as they both fawn over Quinn and help free her from her straps. “Did you make a big stinky in your diaper for us, baby girl? You certainly did, just look at this dirty bottom; you’re gonna need a bath!” * “Three months...” Stone, sitting in the dirt and damp of Goodneighbor’s bar, The Third Rail, muttered to herself, clutching a dusty bottle of beer between her fingers. She tries not to imagine Quinn rolling with the other jetheads at the bar tables and stools, begging for a hit, flirting with the sultry singer always at the mic. The cockney bartender interrupted her thoughts misinterpreting her grumbles for a drink order, she nearly smashes the bot through the propaganda holovid showing again the Babyhood of Steel, filling her themed diapers, getting them changed in her enlarged nursery, or shuddering with pleasure under the careful ministrations of her busty nurse. Stone never watched, she drank, and she plotted. Raids against the Brotherhood’s outposts have been overwhelming. First synth attacks and now Raiders and Gunners alike were getting the courage from the asinine vids to drive the Brotherhood out, pushing them back all the way to the base of the Prydwen just through force of numbers alone. To make matters worse, the broadcasting frequency was impossible to tamper with and the sick reality was, it was good for Commonwealth business. A man sits beside Stone, a package slid into her bag. She pays for her drink and slings the weighted sack over her shoulder. She didn’t want to be late after all...she had a doctor’s appointment. * “Good morning, Quinny!” Quinn’s nurse arrives and the lights of her nursery flicker on automatically as they always did at the beginning of her diapered life.

The doctor sensing weakness stands from her chair, jet in hand, drawing baby wipes from the tub on her counter as she approaches. Her outline soon hovers over Quinn, blocking the surgical lights. Gentle wipes begin, removing tears, undignified spittle around Quinn’s mouth. The doctor sets the wipes aside then places the cold plastic jet dispenser between Quinn lips and leans close. “Breathe in for me, baby girl.” She whispers. The nurse, her assistant, and their camera bot stand waiting in the shadowed corner.

The doctor sat idly, twirling the jet dispenser between her slim fingers, humming a classical tune as Quinn’s ‘control’ was beginning to leak into the absorbent mat beneath her after the countless shock treatments. “Stone. Stone. Stone.” The doctor tutted. “You keep bringing that name up.” Weber leaned her chair back to watch Quinn’s brainwaves on her monitors again. “Do you realize how easy it would be for us to pick her up, make her go from a pants-pissing Paladin to a diaper-wetting baby in no time just like you? Is that what you want?”

Then it stopped, the doctor sidling up next to her plaything strapped to the table, pawing the now wet material between the girl’s trapped legs. ”Much like the state of your diapers...,” the doctor began with a smile. “You don’t have much control of what your mind wants. So either.” The jet is held up again. “You take your medicine like a good little girl, or...” Her finger hovers back by the switch.

The doctor shook her head with a wry smile, all Quinn’s struggles did was highlight her diaper’s noisy crinkles. “Well, since I do have you, I’m going to make a few things very clear...” She casually reaches back to her machine and flips a switch. Electricity shoots through the leads into Quinn.

“No, you see, you’re not going to talk to me that way,” The doctor says causally, her hand fishing into the pocket of her lab coat. “Because I know what it is you really want, little girl.” Weber smirks and holds up an inhaler of jet, waggling it above Quinn’s restricted vision.