DiaperRebel

The door clicks then opens and a mannequin with glowing black eyes, circuitry hidden poorly behind white flesh toned plates, marches into the room then moves itself to the side as a smiling perky woman wearing a white nurse’s uniform enters shushing the baby and picking Quinn off the floor with so little effort it was like she really was a newborn. “There, there.” She rocked and cuddled, Quinn’s legs dangling to either side as she began to unbuckle the straps on her back. “There was a baby in there! We thought we saw her. A baby with a stinky tush.” She said removing the strap from Quinn’s diaper and pressing a touch pad on the wall for a table to slide out which just happened to be perfect height and size for big baby changings. The nurse sets baby Quinn down and removes her ‘snuggie’ to carefully check her fingers and toes. She rattles a plastic toy from her apron trying to get the baby to calm down.

Stone gasps opening her eyes. She hadn’t left. She hadn’t been given a choice. She see a bright fluorescent light, white sheets, dark steel. “Try not to move.” CMO Decker was beside her gently pressing her to lie still. The doctor shifts the blankets slightly to check something lower and nods. “Good, that shouldn’t be a problem any longer.” She said tucking back in the blankets. “How are you feeling?” Head throbbing and her mouth cracked like sandpaper, Stone was struggling. “W-What happened? Why am I here?” “Your squad was ambushed. We found you outside of your armor, electrocuted but alive. I’m sorry...your...team... * A cord crackling with colored electricity fires and lands squarely on Paladin Stone’s helmet. She had moved to dodge but her armor didn’t respond, one flick of her eyes to the fusion core gauge, the core was empty, it had been removed. The electricity hit, forcing her painfully frozen in the claws of its current, her armor disengaging, she fell limply backwards, breathless to the dirt, light wisps of smoke rising off her singed smoldering uniform. The veritbird rose, the cloaked man aimed. The device again fired and fried the electrical systems igniting the fuel, the bird falls, Quinn is struck, knocking her unconscious. * Quinn would come to awaken in a stark white room, smooth, but dark so shadows splayed across the walls were a deep blue. She was being hugged, but by herself, a sturdy jacket cinched tightly to her back and over her diaper still situated squarely between her naked legs on the cold hard floor.

Stone turns just in time to see a stern faced man in a black full length coat materialize out of his stealth boy cover standing over Quinn, his hand gripping her collar tightly after it was him who had unbalanced Quinn the extra inch, making her topple. Stone had been briefed on what he was and was given one order if she should ever encounter one. “Run!” She ordered her squad to flee, but stood her ground rising her rifle only to see ‘it’, not a him, place his weapon against Quinn’s head. Then quickly direct it at her.

With her head to the side, Quinn may see a ripple flick by. Stone shifts her rifle in her grip unintentionally making her Initiate jostle slightly. It was hard to keep her armor a perfectly smooth ride.

“That’s right!” Stone barked back to the squad. “You heard her you tin cans get moving!” Everyone’s cups were set down with a simultaneous clatter as they happily rushed to break camp. Stone looked on with brimming pride. She was going to groom Quinn for leadership and these chances to direct her squad were just the start. Jay approached dodging through the orderedly chaos with her hands behind her back sneaking something. When she got in front of Stone, she smirked and offered Quinn her binky back. The Paladin held the bulb for her little leader with a warm smile. * Back outside in the swirling grit, Stone stood significantly taller than her squad in her power armor, the orange smoke of the vertibird flare trailing in front of her, diminishing into the sky. Quinn was even taller, sitting on Stone’s armored shoulders, her diaper providing excellent padding against the Paladin’s hardened steel underneath. Stone had dressed Quinn in a Vault 121 jumpsuit and combat armor in lieu of her removed BoS uniform—laying somewhere...most likely in the diaper pail next to her other wet diaper changed in the vault’s nursery. Stone had made sure Quinn had an energy pistol to shoot one-handed and made doubly sure its safety was baby-proofed. The sound of a chopper is still far off, a slight shimmer distorts the landscape.

Stone wiped the little bit of stew that got around Quinn’s mouth after she drank and turned her to the team with a grin. “Initiate Quinn, care to brief your squad mates on what time these cog-toothed, bucket-headed, grease monkeys need to have this base camp broken down and on the move?”

The smell of Drew’s cook fire was enticing and the crew sat for morning chow so normally it was almost as if the surreal events earlier this morning had never occurred. The only hint was Mckinney favoring to stand with a slight bow in his posture. Stone approached carrying Quinn to inform them of the plan. “Brothers, we have first class tickets back to the Prydwen.” Grateful looks and cheers were returned and Stone smirked, but shifted Quinn up on her hip to hide her growing awkwardness. “About this morning...” she began more seriously. “I displayed an inability to lead, but you all banded together and dealt with the situation. It goes without saying I’m immensely proud to be your Paladin. A toast.” She picked up one of the steaming mugs of mole rat morning stew and held it up. “To our Brotherhood, cogs working together to defend our way of life, to Jay and Quinn who helped bring me back, and to McKinney who I never want to see that side of again.” That prompted some chuckles and jeers and mugs are lifted behind grinning faces. Stone takes a big gulp from her own then offers the mug for Quinn to sip on thinking her injuried hands might not be able to hold it.

Stone made the insertion and was timing the thermometer’s reading on her watch. “I called for an 0900 lift off. We’ll brief everyone after this.” After enough time passes, Stone’s fingers are back by Quinn’s bottom as she gently pulls the thermometer free. She holds it up in the light. “A little high.” She reported. “Let me take a look at your feet. I’ll change the bandage after your diaper is back up. Your immune system may be fighting something and doing its job.” Little sprinkles tickle Quinn’s bottom as Stone powders her up then covers her rear with the thick white cloth of the reusable diaper. She turns her over keeping the back taut and sprinkles a little more between her legs before pinning her up and rustling her panties back on. A careful cradling check of Quinn’s feet and swelling ankle follows then the supportive wrapping of new bandages. “There we go. My secret is safe. Your record is complete.” The smell of Drew’s cook fire tugged at the Paladin’s nostrils. “Ready to brief the troops?” She asked eagerly, quickly tidying up the changing supplies before lifting Quinn on her hip and softly pulling her thumb from her mouth. “We’ll get Jay to give you your pacifier, in just a minute.”

Stone was holding up a thermometer out of the first aid box and rubbing Vaseline along it. She set it back down in its sterile pouch and grabbed some wipes out of Quinn’s tub. “I noticed you were wet and just need to clean you up a little.” She explained. “And I figured I’d help keep you dry before your next diaper.” Stone gently coaxed Quinn onto her side and tugged at the dry waist of her diaper until it rested just below her wet bottom; still in place to catch any sudden accidents. “Being scared of the dark isn’t so bad. That’s what we have night vision for. Hrm, what’s left of my initiation class?” Stone asked as she began wiping up Quinn’s wetness before it got stale. “They’re...still around. A few left, a few we lost, but remember your good friend the CMO? She’s from my class.” Stone grinned, tossing aside the finished wipe. ”Which is why I want to be sure I have your medical record squared away before we face her, she’s got some dirt, one she always threatens to air to get what she wants, the snake.” Stone shakes her head with a wry grin as she softly eases Quinn onto her belly. Unpinning her diaper, she leaned in conspiratorially. ”I was afraid of heights, right? Well, our first trip in a vertibird, the whole thing lurched with a downdraft and Decker was the one to see me wet and crap all over myself right then and there. She had to get me a new change of clothes.” Stone shook her head again at the memory; bursting without warning, filling down into her boots then the damning weight in her panties. “Thankfully that’s been the only time in my career. Maybe a deathclaw will fall from the sky who knows what could happen.” Stone remained open to the natural possibility. With Quinn’s cleanly wiped curves pointed towards the ceiling and her damp diaper completely drawn out of the way, Stone eases her Initiate’s legs apart a little and picks up the thermometer. “Now this may be a little uncomfortable,” she warned, “but I have to take your internal temperature. It’s the only check I couldn’t fill in.” Her fingers gently spread Quinn’s cheeks and the icy lubricated bulb was pressed against the entrance to her bottom. “Just try to relax...”

The Paladin’s hard muscles twitched, but Stone kept stoically reading through the manual with only the slightest uptick of her eyebrow. “...Gesundheit.” She replied automatically to Quinn’s little sneeze, eyes still in the book, running through the checks mentally. She set it aside to begin, but paused a moment seeing Quinn’s diaper now faintly wet. She answered her quick internal debate and started collecting some changing supplies, but also the first aid kit. “Me as an Initiate?” She asked gently lowering Quinn’s panties and loosening her soggy diaper a little. “Would you believe I was scared of heights?”

“Very resourceful...” Stone commented thoughtfully on Quinn’s tactics before her thoughts vanished entirely with the peck on her cheek. She had an involuntary flush creeping across her nose again, but felt forgiven. ”Do I Now?” Stone wrestled Quinn lightly down on her bedroll then chuckled at her attempts at revenge. “You won’t find a chink in my armor that easily.” She tickles under Quinn’s chin and pulls out a field guide from her cargo pocket to start reading through the checklist.

“Oh...your thumb...that’s right.” Stone patted her pockets trying to think where Quinn’s pacifier could be. “Erm..go ahead and use your thumb for now, I can’t remember where I put it.” She grumbled, carrying Quinn back out towards her discreetly located bedroll, jaw squaring guilty at the mention of the spanking she had administered that morning. McKinney had been out of line and in need of correction but the sight of his reddened behind wasn’t what she had had in mind. “We’ll adapt.” Stone answered Quinn’s concerned question. “Semper Gumby...always flexible, and we’ll do what must be done .” She nods only to tickle Quinn’s tummy a little. “What do you mean good? Your wriggly butt’s a handful.”

Stone stood with her still hugged close off the desk to help her get ready for their evac. ”Well.” She rubbed her back. “This big dumb idiot for one owes me a checkup. The Scribes will chew me out if I drop you off with them and hadn’t practiced their field manual between now and then. How’s the legs? Do you need any more pain relief? You’ve already had your...breakfast, but mine can wait until we’re done.”

Stone held her back, hugging, patting her softly, letting her cry it out of her system. She hummed a little laugh. “I thought I already told you, Initiate ...it’s my job. And it will be yours someday too.”

Stone stood, the radio link still in her hand, as she listened to Quinn’s confession. Her eyes didn’t show anger or judgement just quiet attention. When Quinn finishes, Stone carefully stores it away into her suit to return and crouch in front of Quinn. “It’s true we rarely take outsiders.” Stone began, taking her Initate’s hands into hers gently. “I was born into the Brotherhood. I squired for Knights, Scribes...from as early as I can remember until I was old enough to start my own training. It’s true. I can say from a lifetime of experience you’re not like the others.” Stone said bluntly, but with a smile. “That’s exactly why I wanted to take you in. Recruit you. Build you from the ground up with the survival skills you already had. What I saw in that warehouse. These scars you have. It’s not about worthiness. It’s about being born a Knight. You need to have courage, brains, integrity, commitment. You show those qualities every day. I’ve been tough on you, you’re in heavy withdrawal from chems, but you’ve held fast.” She squeezed Quinn’s hands supportively, her grin widening a little more. “I mean, I think those hundreds of ‘worthier’ people you think exist out there would have walked away after I changed their first dirty diaper not their fiftieth.” She teased lightly with a tap to Quinn’s nose only to continue candidly, but fairly. “You left your post; we’re living with the consequences, but that’s why you’re still an Initiate. You can make mistakes and live to learn from them. That doesn’t mean you won’t be held accountable, but you did the right thing owning up to it just now. You’re well on your way to becoming a Knight, Initiate Quinn, don’t let a few quack-brained set backs those fuckers at Vault-tec have put in front of us make you lose sight of that.”

“No, no thank goodness you’re back, Quinn.” She hugs then blinks as the door shoots upwards into the ceiling. “And you really are a master hacker...” Stone, closing her agape mouth after watching Quinn concentrate on the hack and shifting her on her hip with palpable relief, continued carrying her inside conscious of her ankle. “I’m just happy we’re both back, I’m the one who should be apologizing, I..” she sighed and rubbed her forehead at a loss for words. “I don’t know how to describe it.” She grumbled tiredly and set Quinn’s padded bottom down on a desk as she went over to inspect her armor. Kneeling for a moment, she stands up again with orange vertibird flares and a commlink in her hands. She keys the mic, calling in an ETA for pickup.

A blush to the tops of her ears peaks when Stone hears herself called mama and hastily tries to corral Quinn’s wriggly crinkle pants. “Oh, no no. That’s not safe for babies.” Stone quickly stood bouncing Quinn and walked her away from there having a darker shade of a red on her face for saying the ‘b’ word. Nonetheless, Stone brings Quinn to the hacking terminal next to the locked security office and booted it up. ”Hey Quinn, look.” Stone bounces her crinkly diaper closer. “You used to love playing this when you were older. Do you want to come back and play a little more?”

Stone holds her tags gently while Quinn gums on them to keep them steady. She gently tries to remove them from Quinn’s mouth so she can cover herself back up and wipe off Quinn’s chin with her own undershirt above her diaper. She felt awful. “I’m not fit to lead like this. Quinn did this...for me. Mr. McKinney...”she sighs. “Go get cleaned up. Some of Quinn’s ointment applied should help your skin.”

Just like her baby, Stone began to calm and relax gently patting her silly crinkly baby’s butt above her squirming feet. Jay was kneeling down quietly next to Mckinney who was furiously tugging his shirt down to cover himself on the diaper. She was trying to covertly convince him to slip away while Stone was distracted. The rattling of her necklace made her smile down. It was pretty loud, what an ugly design. She couldn’t remember what could have possessed her to purchase something so bleak looking. Why would she order...Dog tags. She woke up. The tugging on her nipple, there was Quinn again, drinking. She wanted to put her down, but felt trapped with the need to hold her. She looks up to see Jay and McKinney with his red baby powder dusted bottom trying to tip toe away, the diaper left behind. “W-wait. I’m...what happened.” She looked confused. Jay and McKinney flinched, but seeing her back, Jay explained as tactfully as she could and Stone hung her head looking back down at Quinn. “We really need a medivac to help us sort this all out.”

Jay blinked with the binky in her hand and Quinn suddenly squirming like an overgrown baby in her half unpinned diaper below her. It took her a moment to realize the reality glancing between Quinn’s bandaged feet and the distance to Stone. Determined to help her team make it through these strange events, she pockets the pacifier to finish pinning up the baby’s diaper and slide her plastic panties on over. Crouching, she’s able to lift Quinn pressed up against her hip to carry over to the disciplining still going on in the corner. Jay approaches cautiously. McKinney, naked from the waist down, is pulled over Stones lap, his muscular bottom a deep shining red she was sprinkling little dustings of powder onto and spreading in large circles. A changing mat with a diaper is waiting at her feet. It’s true Stone had resorted to spanking Quinn once or twice during her intial diaper training, but never to this extent. “You have no right! Treating your little sister that way.” Stone continued to chastise and added a final spank to drive the point home making her little man kick and arch in pain. “Since you can’t act like her mature older brother. I’ll treat you both the same. Maybe a week in diapers will make you appreciate her needs a little more.” Stone said sternly lowering him wincing onto what was prepared on the ground. “M-Ms. Stone?” Jay asked, interrupting, face beat-red for McKinney’s sake as she approached a little closer with Quinn. “It’s Quinn...she...says she’s hungry...” The Paladin sighs heavily looking between her diaper wearing children like a truly overworked mother. “You see this is exactly why I wanted to have all of you a few years apart, but then this happens.” She huffs in a very un-Stone-like way and rounds again on her baby boy. “You keep your tanned behind right there on that diaper mister and think about your behavior. I’ll be back to pin you up after I’m done feeding your sister.” Threat established, Stone approaches Jay with her arms outstretched, cooing to take her little baby Quinn and cradle her close. She calmly opens her shirt and sits with her baby on the bench she had just used for spanking.

“P-pretty bad...” Jay tried to convey to Quinn without drawing too much attention to herself. She sprinkled baby powder then winced with secondhand embarrassment as echoing slaps of skin against skin could be heard from the tucked away corner.

Stone’s heart soared with an unnatural intensity at how cute Quinn looked sucking her pacifier. She held her close as she fell asleep. Stone left the jumpsuit off her sleeping for now, opting for an undershirt to slip Quinn into that only reached to the top of her diaper, knowing she would need a change soon. Coming back with a blanket to cuddle her in, Stone sees the wetness in her Initiate’s diaper. Sighing with pity she tucks Quinn in for the night. The camp stayed undisturbed and the squad rotated watches. It was operationally status quo until morning came and Stone seemed to have woken up with a harsh case of the hormonal housewife. It was Jay’s turn to take care of Quinn’s morning diaper change, so she pats her legs gently to wake her up and prompt them open, wet diaper exposed for her to change. Jay was oddly quiet head down and focused with arranging the changing supplies. “Don’t you walk away from me, mister!” Jay is kneeling before Quinn with a fresh diaper in hand while behind her, Stone found McKinney, grabbed him by the ear, and dragged him off to the corner.

“Maybe...this?” Mckinney held out his hand and opened his fingers sheepishly to show the binky Quinn had ripped off and left on the floor decks below; it still had the tape on it from the malfunctioning Dr. Handy. Stone slowly got to her feet and took it from his hand with a look in her eyes -were those her eyes?- of promised retribution. “I’m not even going to ask you why you have this,” Stone said and McKinney flushed. Cleaning it off, peeling away the tape, Stone crouched back down with Quinn to comfort her with this new idea. “I feel what you’re feeling a little too. The urges.” She admitted with a hand on Quinn’s back. “If you think it’s important not to suppress it...” She offers the rubber nipple kindly. “I know it’s not the best for looks, but you need to keep your trigger finger free, and a bad habit like that; it could cost you vital seconds. Take it. Give it a try.”

Chapter 18 - Nurse’s Office “This is no small accident she pooped all over herself look at her bottom!” The office nurse was beside herself pulling your diaper back and peeking in under your held skirt. She lets it snap closed and the fabric fall. “I don’t know why she would lie to you about having a messing accident of that size. There’s no hiding it.” “Me neither Nurse Matthews.” Caitlyn sang from the doorway to the office playing with her necklace,smiling, having just delivered you from her patrol of the hall. She’d popped your pacifier in, so you were stuck silently suckling, and had threatened that any twitch you made to try and explain the source of your accident would prompt her to press her special necklace again. Turns out, she presses it anyway, you cramp, a look of betrayal and discomfort scrunching your face before you push more and expand your diaper even up into the front. The nurse, knowing that face, quickly hurries to lift your skirt, just in time to watch the final patch stretch into your crotch, then be accompanied by a darkening spread of pee. “What has gotten into your kind lately?!” She exclaims, simply exasperated. “We need to check the cafeteria food. This is the fifth messy accident I’ve had to deal with this week! It’s an epidemic!” Rant over, she drops your skirt and picks up your permanent record file from her desk to make her assessment. “Pooping your pants is an age reduction offense little lady.” She writes. “Back to bottle feedings and everything else for a while until you think twice before letting go.” Her signature seals your fate. “Ooo, Can I help?!” Caitlyn raised her hand. You glare and Caitlyn smiles innocently. “They were right when they said the new big girl was going to be a handful.” The nurse files her report away. “I don’t see why not Caitlyn; your poor dorm nurse will need all the help she can get.” * “This is so going to be so much fun” Caitlyn beams down at you, half-naked on top of the nurse’s table, skirt pulled up past your waist with a clean white diaper under you. “I’ll get to help change you, dress you, feed you, bathe you...everything just like my baby dolly!” She giggles as the office nurse returns from disposing your wrapped dirty wipes and diaper. “But I’ll let the grownups handle the icky parts.” She winked. The nurse applied large helpings of the unfortunately branded ‘butt paste’ to you thinking you would need it to sit through classes, since she guessed you wouldn’t be able to make it and would be inevitably wet for long periods of time. The nurse lifted a baby powder bottle and Caitlyn begged to help. She was soon over you with a malicious grin upturning the bottle and squeezing stream after stream of powder onto you. You barely even flinch as it accumulated like spilled flour, but instead never took your eyes off Caitlyn. You search for signs of an ear bud something that might keep her immune and her pants dry. If the resistance could only learn how that worked, a way to launch a targeted strike. The flow of the power struggle would shift dramatically, namely into the pants of your oppressors. Loud rustling and the thick absorbency padding of your changed diaper distracts you and soon you are ready to return to your scheduled classes. quick note: I wonder what Caitlyn has against you in particular...And thank you didldum!

Stone tenderly felt above Quinn’s eye for any swelling Then was a little surprised to look down and see Quinn sucking her thumb. The fresh memory of her little baby sucking blissfully on something much softer flashes in her minds eye, she quickly whisks it away, but not before she feels the tingling reaction and touch of dampness inside her shirt again. “Here...” Stone murmurs trying to counter her own feelings by gently trying to ease Quinn’s thumb from her mouth. “Careful of your teeth...The Brotherhood isn’t known for its dental plan.” She jokes lightly