DiaperRebel

The woman’s eyebrows meet. ”Strange, it’s not like her to give us bad intel.” She stands looking at the rattle quizzically before handing it off to the errand boy who had just returned from his dirty deed. “Take this to Tom. He may see how it works.” He juggles it, completely confused as to why an adult should be given this until he nods, peeking at Quinn. “She’s hungry? I have some snack cakes I could share. Oh! She wants her binky.” He pushes forward and snatches it off the mat to offer to her.

“There.” Still holding her on her side, the doctor wiped her messy bottom clean with meticulous strokes of her packed baby wipes and then wrapped everything up in her disposable to be taken away by her younger babysitter. One of her packed diapers was unfolded and laid next to her as the doctor gave her a moment to air dry. Next her diaper was sprinkled with powder and she was rolled back on top of it to be taped tightly inside. “How is she?” An older woman with a scarf that seemed out of place in the wastelands approached, watching Quinn squirm like a big baby. Her eye caught sight of something strange in their visitor’s diaper bag. “Wait...848 said something about this.” She bends over to take out the Institute rattle, without further thought she leans over Quinn and rattles the device above her.

“Whoa! What the?” Tentative hands rustle and check Quinn’s diaper. “Again? That...makes sense now why you’re wearing one. Ah jeez.” The speaker’s newscap lifts as he scratches underneath it, but he is quickly yanked aside by the competent yet impatient hand of the Railroad’s medic. He probes slightly, checks Quinn’s fully bandaged hands, then nods. “This proves she isn’t a synth. Not even they can simulate human digestion and incontinence this thoroughly, but...this mental regression is odd.” He instructs the younger man to hold Quinn’s kicking legs, minding her injuries, while he professionally untapes her used diaper. He manages to roll her off her mess and finds a spot to sanitize and stick her with some tranquilizing med-x.

“Shh...shhh.” 848 tried to muffle Quinn’s sniffling cries with her palm as a very real pang of guilt and remorse tightened in her synthetic chest “We can’t, Quinn. You can’t help him.” She barely breathed out the words as she then cradles Quinn down onto the end of the dusty corridor, dirtying her white gown, laying next to a teleportation grenade. “This will take you to the railroad.” 848 explains positioning Quinn’s diaper bag closely next to her. “They’re in place to pick you up. Goodbye, baby girl.” She kisses her forehead setting the grenade behind Quinn’s head to blow and quickly moves out of range. A stomach flipping twist in reality engulfs her and Quinn is soon staring up at not a pipe-lined grey steel ceiling, but damp brick then short dangling bleach white hair of a woman looking down at her who’s face contorts with disgust. “Ugh. PAM, did predict that could happen.” “Allow her some dignity.” A second woman replies. “We need bandages. Look, her hands are badly blistered.” “Institute monsters...” Quinn is lifted easily again against the tan armored jacket of the short-haired agent. “Diaper’s holding...” “I have the bag. Bring her inside.”

848, eyes already wide with fear at the thought of what would happen to them if they got caught quickly presses her finger to her lips and shakes her head no. She tries to shove back in Quinn’s binky and press on through the dank utility shaft.

848 held Quinn close, dropping her rattle into her diaper bag with the rest of her survival supplies. Bottles, jars of food, and of course extra diapers, wipes, and ointment. Her deft fingers release Quinn’s collar and the smell of baby powder accompanies her rubbing it along the irritated clammy skin underneath and quickly puffing some into her soon to be very stinky diaper. The collar is left in the crib, the diaper bag slung over 848’s shoulder, and Quinn is hurried out of her adult baby nursery and into the darkened halls of the Institute. They pass silently, slowing as an observation window allows some sickly light to spill into the corridor from stand-by monitors and screens, what appears to be a human male lies within, legs open, gagged, a diaper thick between his legs, heavily used throughout the night, straps restraining him and a nest of wires leading from his head turned aside in his deep restless sleep. The nurse crouches by a shimmering scratch of graffiti, a lantern, just barely noticeable in the metal of a service panel. Her fingers find the seams and it pops free allowing her and Quinn to duck inside. As Quinn is carried in she would finally discern that man behind her is not just another hapless test subject, but her lost squadmate...McKinney.

The nurse hums sympathetically after checking Quinn’s dirty diaper. “Nana’s sorry, but baby’s gonna be a little overdue for a trip to the changing mat.” She gently plucks the knot of the bonnet underneath Quinn’s chin and removes it, picking her up to have her used diaper squish wetly against her arm. She shakes Quinn’s important rattle, not caring anymore that it’s use was recorded, trying to get Quinn to properly wake up.

The nurse praises her baby softly for her good behavior and walks her over to her crib to lay her down and raise the bars up for her first night. * Three days and three nights Quinn was subjected to more and more intrusive testing all the while being babied in her ‘nursery’ for data on the programmed brainwave characteristics in Quinn’s mind through her ridiculous bonnet. Dr. Weber recognized the configuration from Tranquility Loungers and reveled in the opportunity to apply its fundamentals to her next generation of synths. NRS-848, during another coloring session between diaper changes and bottle feedings with Quinn, revealed something shocking. The fourth generation were going to have the ability to grow. The institute could swap cradles in the night and have predetermined agents grown in a literal new generation. That is why Quinn was such a pretty prize. She might have the missing link of synth mental development. The final morning, NRS-848 lowered Quinn’s crib and held her pacifier in place to keep her quiet as she rubbed her gently awake. A packed diaper bag was at her feet and the lights remained dim.

The nurse pats her diaper, and takes the bottle away since she sucked it down so quickly. “No, no. Don’t be naughty.” She slips back into her caretaker personality and sets the empty bottle on the dresser and shifts Quinn against her shoulder to pat her firmly on the back.

The nurse shifts Quinn’s gown to check her diaper as she lays suckling her baby bottle in her lap. The nurse slides her hands along the plastic in deep crinkling strokes to keep Quinn present. “Here’s the deal, baby girl.” She whispers in her ear. “You get to try and go potty on your own if you can keep your diapers dry for your favorite number of nights.” She coos in code.

Two more rumbling swallows for the baby then the jar lid is ceremoniously closed. ”How about some nice milky to wash that down? That’s right! We have precious milk for our precious little paladins to feel like good little babies.” She frees Quinn from the high chair and carries her to the rocking chair. She sits with her cradled in her lap and lifts a baby bottle waiting on the dresser to offer it to the baby girl to drink.

It’s dreadful. The nurse pushes it in and pulls it upwards to have it scrape all gone off the spoon. She readies another spoonful praising her brave baby Knightie, and calling in another air strike of yumminess.

The nurse took Quinn’s drawing and held it up to admire the baby’s scribbles. Her fingers covered the railroad symbols. “That’s right. You and the steelies do get to fly around in a big aeroplane isn’t that right? Does baby have fun? I’m sure the baby’s bonnet is collecting such good data on her good behavior.” She smiles then sets the coloring supplies aside. “We can color more later, but now you need some num-nums.” She comes back with an opened jar and spoon. She sinks the spoon down and scoops up a glob of colorless boring mush, hovering it by Quinn’s mouth trying to get her interested. “Open up now baby steelie here comes the verty-birdy” She makes propellor sounds.

The nurse makes a happy little gasp falling back into her cover. “The little Knight wants to draw? Sure thing baby girl, nana can get your din-din ready while you color.” She brings over the paper and crayons for Quinn to play with then starts prepping some formula and jars of mushy Institute nutritional supplements.

The nurse giggles again. “Oh no honey. You need diapers. Nana saw when she changed you.” ”That’s enough.” the doctor said from her monitors. “I have conclusive results. Perhaps synth puberty could be triggered...” She writes more. “Take her back to her room with the portable headgear unit. It should be furnished by now. We’ll continue these sessions later, now I need to process these results.” The nurse smiles to Quinn, removing her scented hand, and rebuttons her shirt. She plucks the leads from Quinn’s hair and skin, but then brings forth a strange bonnet-like cap to shove on her head and tie under her chin, then picks her up, and carries her back. She opens the door to the holding cell and it’s been completely transformed. The repurposed changing table is still in place but with diaper stackers filled with disposables and changing supplies. A crib is along the opposite wall, a high chair in the corner, and a nursing rocking chair, all designed for a big baby. The nurse sets her down in the high chair and begins tying a bib around her neck. “I heard how hungry you were. I can get you some food.” The nurse wasn’t teasing any longer. She sounded like she was speaking to Quinn as an equal.

The doctor sees the shift begin, so quickly signals for her nurse to interrupt it. “Big bad Brotherhood Knight, come here.” She coos and moves Quinn onto her lap wrapping herself behind her and speaking close in her ear. She lifts Quinn’s gown and slides her hand down the front of her diaper to play. “You’re such a big girl aren’t you? Keeping your diaper dry, all this time. Can’t go pee-pee in power armor, you’re too much of an adult for that.”’ She cupped Quinn’s breast. “You’re twenty two. A twenty two year-old who still wears diapers.” She giggles then kisses her cheek as plastic sounds continue in the small room. “It’s okay honey. Now we know how the Brotherhood prepares for a fight. They all help each other into their little diapies in case a mean ol’ courser comes along.” The doctor records with interest as the simulated behavior is dropped to ambient nearly nonexistent levels.

“How. That is what we are going to find out together.” The doctor flipped a switch and the electronics popped and crackle to life. “That EEG will show me your brainwaves as you transition from one ‘age’ to the next. Although your mental state seems to be in constant flux...” She eyed her thumb sucking again before taking up a clipboard and beginning an experiment log. “NRS-848, begin.” The synthetic nurse sits next to Quinn and begins unbuttoning her own uniform.

Quinn is carried into the hall, diaper pressed in the nurse’s arms and peeking out beneath her gown. They passed a few other technicians dressed in different colored lab coats whose gazes were drawn and lingered on the strange test subject and her diaper. The doctor and nurse entered a lab, an examination table equipped with straps in the center with wires and monitors encircling it on all sides. Quinn is placed on the table, but not restrained, yet. ”So little miss initiate...” the doctor began pulling together monitors as the nurse started to stick leads to Quinn’s scalp and temples. “How exactly are you able to switch between the two modes of thinking you have in that drug scrambled brain of yours?”

“Take your thumb out of your mouth when you speak to me I can barely understand you.” The doctor snapped. “The Brotherhood of Steel is our enemy and as infantile as you look you are still a threat to our secrecy. You will be watched, NRS-848 will be with you at all times.” The nurse as indicated waves with a little sympathetic smile and shakes the rattle for Quinn happily. “There’s no where for you to go. We are miles underground and your collar will keep you out of any unauthorized areas.” The doctor, momentarily distracted by the current area she was in, did a cursory survey of the room and arrived at an unsatisfactory conclusion. “Your living arrangements will be enhanced to better nurture your...unique needs. This holding cell currently won’t foster the kind of activity we hope to record. Come. It’s time to run more tests.” The nurse lifts Quinn under her arms to carry.

“Your bond with that high ranking Paladin made you an obvious choice for extraction and infiltration.” The doctor sneered watching Quinn suck her thumb. “The courser brought you back to us, and I must admit the state of your pants was surprising until we detected the cleansing agent still working away within you. That was nothing interesting for my work and even a large inconvenience,” She gestures comtempously at Quinn’s diaper. “But then...as we were mapping your brain, that’s when we discovered your little passenger.” She smiled crossing her arms. “Instead of throwing the baby out with the bath water, you’re going to help us perfect my work and our fourth generation of synths.”

“...Pathetic. Are they really letting crybaby little girls like you to be Knights?” The woman derided Quinn’s tears and rolled her eyes as the little girl placed her hands above where the nurse had pulled together the wrinkled waistband of her taped diaper. “My name is Dr. Weber and we had no use for your team, but we do have a use for you.” The nurse began dressing Quinn in a white gown with the institute symbol.

“Try to stay still honey.” Is all the nurse says before cleaning Quinn up and the changing table. Quinn is pushed back, her bottom finally lifted free of her dirty diaper which is dragged out from under her and into another seamless bin popped out from the wall. Wipes clean her as this exceptionally strong nurse keeps her lifted in the air. Baby powder is applied then loud crinkles fill the room as a plastic backed diaper is placed underneath her and she is lowered onto this new kind of padding. The door clicks again, and a woman wearing the same long ribbed coat as before but white enters the room. Her lip curls at the smell of powder and lingering dirty diaper smells, but it widens into a grin seeing Quinn laying at the end of her change. “I knew the Brotherhood of Steel were a bunch of cowardly neanderthals, but I didn’t know that they were reduced to wearing diapers.” She folds her arms smiling through her draped fingertips as the nurse keeps Quinn spread, applies powder to her front and rubs her smooth before loudly drawing the diaper up. “What a pleasant and appropriate surprise to find you this way, my dear.”

“Getting your diaper changed in the safe confines of the Institute, little one.” The Nurse says tiddying back together Quinn’s dirty cloth so no more slips out. “Your baby self was getting too much to handle with you being so big.”

The nurse doesn’t even flinch when the rattle hits her instead the synthetic android still posted in the corner activates to retrieve it. “No! Baby!” The nurse holds and corrals Quinn but her dirty bottom has now made a mess of her table. “If the baby can’t behave she’ll have to go away for a while, but she’s still so stinky...” The nurse sighs and nods to the android to stand behind Quinn helping to hold her down. The toy in its fingers rattled and shook, then activated. Light soothing colors shimmered and waves were emitted to suppress the baby in Quinn. The nurse clips a thin white collar around Quinn’s neck from the changing drawer to be sure she behaved.

“Oopsie careful of boo boos! Silly stinky girl.” The nurse rattles and lets her hold the rattle to distract her while she pulls down Quinn’s plastic panties, her mess inside sagging free. The nurse opens a hidden drawer. “Nanna’s gotta change the big girl’s stinky diaper. Look! Nana’s got some wipeies. One...” She dangles it for Quinn to see then sets it at the ready as she unfastens her full diaper. “Don’t get fussy, baby. Gotta get you clean.”