BoTox

This is an entry in “Kasarberang’s NON-CONtest” Warning, this takes a chapter to get to the diaper content. The Diaper Hack by Bo Tox Chapter 1 Mei-Lin Cheng, the sole creator of the single biggest advancement in blocking spam, malware and ransomware. She created a simple plug-in that works in phones, laptops and PC to block all malicious code before they can execute it. That was merely a project she created for her senior science fair project. The algorithm she created was both simple and brutally efficient. Did I mention she was a multi-millionaire before she graduated high school, which she did early. She recently turned 18 years old, but she was a petite Asian girl with a more youthful appearance. People mistook her father for her grandfather on more than one occasion. She sold her code to OzWare Corporation for a hefty sum. Mr. Stephan Gatz himself, the CEO of OzWare, personally signed the check and handed it to her when he purchased the rights to her algorithm. She handed him a thumb drive and a printed version of the code in a three-ring binder with only 11 pages in it. The code was elegant and compact. Stephan tried to low-ball her on the price. Mei-Lin, though, was a very savvy negotiator, something she learned from her uncle while working for him during the summers. He taught her to never take the first offer without moving the needle in your favor. There was always room for negotiation, especially when the other person is going to you. The rumor was he asked her not to take over his company for a few more years. Everyone present assumed it was a joke. Neither Mei-Lin nor Stephan were laughing. Mei-Lin was well on her way to being the next Stephan Gatz straight out of high school. Mei-Lin could have easily gone to any university in the world. Most were offering her full scholarships for the prestige of having her listed as a student. She set her heart on only one school though, MIT. It solved a problem: getting away from her parents. They were loving but overbearing. What better way than to move to the far side of the country. She didn’t like to fly, but needed to cross the entire United States to reach MIT. The sensible thing to do was rent a car. Instead, she bought her parents an RV and they traveled from San Francisco, California to Cambridge, Massachusetts via the scenic route. She wanted to see Mount Rushmore, the Grand Canyon and Mammoth Cave on her way east. Her parents, proud Chinese-Americans, were more than happy to indulge their gifted daughter. It took the Cheng family two whole weeks to trek across the United States and visit the sites Mei-Lin had on her bucket list. They arrived two days before the dorms opened. This gave the family plenty of time to learn their way around the city. Once the campus housing opened, Mei-Lin’s mother and father helped her move her belongings into the door room. MIT did a mandatory first-year on-campus housing rule in place. The room wasn’t terrible. She was ecstatic to be away from home and her parents for the first time in her life. She kissed them goodbye and sent them home in the RV. Her first year of classes were easy enough. She was a genius. Mei-Lin tested out of basic hours and taken dual credit classes to get a lot of the general educational classes out of the way. She wanted to take more advanced classes, but those were full of upper-level students. She, too, would have to pay her dues and cover the basics if she were to achieve her goals. The first year seemed to last more than two semesters of nine months. She felt she was wasting her time in some classes, but she got through it. When registration for her sophomore year opened, she wrote a script to register 10 minutes before the system allowed it, just in case the clocks were off on the system. She knew from working with her uncle how sloppy some technicians could be with the basic stuff. The next morning she rose at 5:00 AM to see what her code won her. From the logs she was reading, the first successful attempt to register was 12:00:12 AM, so someone had the clocks synched. Her successful schedule landed four of the five classes she desired with one of her alternates. Not bad. She would improve the code for next semester. She could have carried more than 15 hours, but she wanted to have a little fun next year now that she was out from under the oppressive environment that was her home life. Her parents meant well, but they were constantly pushing her to achieve more. As Asian-Americans, they wanted their child to live the American dream. Already a millionaire at 18 wasn’t good enough for them? Mei-Lin’s parents wanted to come pick her up in the RV, but she instead opted to stay in the Cambridge area for the summer and intern with a local company that her uncle helped her find. Uncle Woo had connections all over the country. He was the one that helped her get her first job while in high school. While most of her contemporaries were flipping burgers and asking if you wanted fries with that, she was getting her A+ certification and doing customer support for her uncle’s networking and small systems business. The following year she passed the test for her CCNP and her uncle paid her the same as any other employee. With her resume, she quickly found an internship with a security company in the area. Though Mei-Lin didn’t need the money, she wanted to keep her skills current and expanding. Her goals and dreams seemed to converge quickly. There was only one slight problem with her plan. She needed to find off-campus housing for the summer, but she was shy about living alone. As a diminutive girl, she always feared being alone in a place. Her father would never condone her living off-campus and straying from the regimented life he had enforced while she was under his roof. Her mother, however, was a kindred spirit. When Mei-Lin confided in her mother, she wanted to rent a house or an apartment, her mother told her about an old college friend of hers that had a daughter that was attending MIT. She gave Mei-Lin the friend’s daughter’s info and suggested she see if they could be roommates.

It happens to me all the time. I go do something else until a kinky thought hits me and I write it down. We'll be here, waiting.

So, it looks like I'll have north of 6,000 words in my story. I'm editing it now so it could grow a bit. I doubt it will post as a single entry. Do I just tag the thread to cover it?

I have a few questions: Who owns the story? Do I retain my rights to my work that I submit? I may wish to publish it at a later time. Is there a minimum or maximum word count that you want to shoot for? (aka, short stories or novellas) Are we submitting them here at DD? I applaud your efforts and I've got a story line in mind that I might submit if I get a free moment.

I think I like simpler titles. War, Love and Diapers seems appropriate. Let's see what filters out.

It isn't that far along yet and still pretty rough but here's the first bit where I setup the scenario for 200 years in diapers. I may not look it but I am a war veteran. It doesn't says so on my license plate though. I was injured in the war, physically and mentally but I didn't get a purple heart. They thought I would die but I didn't. They thought I'd never walk again but I did. I can almost forget how badly I was hurt until I'm awakened from a nightmare of the battle. I can still hear the explosion and feel the searing pain in my back. From time to time, even now, I will wake up in a cold sweat. They call it post traumatic stress. My physical injuries are many. I have the scars to prove it but my mental scars are deeper still. War is a terrible thing. Men that have never fought romanticize it and men that return can't forget it. Luckily for me, I do not remember much after the initial clash because I was gut shot and not expected to live. Somehow I survived and was brought to what passed for a field hospital. The surgeon only looked at me after the more survivable injuries were treated. He said I was lucky to still have my legs but I'd never walk again. They didn't know who they were dealing with though. It seems like it was only yesterday but it has been a lot longer than that. It still hurts when I think about that day. I was a mere child as an 18 year old boy when I ran off and volunteered to fight in '12. You see, I joined as one of Jackson's Volunteers from Tennessee. When the British tried to overrun our position at New Orleans that January day in 1815, I was one of the first casualties. I was injured in the final days of what is now known as the War of 1812. Worse, the war had already ended but news traveled much slower in those days. I told you I didn't look like a veteran of a bloody war but that battle was over 200 years old. If I had known I would live so long, I would have been much more careful. That information came to late for me. It would have saved me from a lot of trouble over the years. As a consequence of the surgeon's botched surgery, I was left nearly crippled and unable to hold my water as they said back then. The doc wanted to take my legs but they were never infected and, when I was first seen, they'd already started to heal. Due to the damage to my bladder, the doctor thought I had spinal damage and would never walk again. That first year after the war was hell. Being a 21 year old wounded war veteran in 1815 was no cake walk. Diapers for an adult were not exactly on every store shelf like today. Luckily, my legs started to work as well as anyone's as my wounds healed. By the time I was shipped back to Nashville on the train, I was walking with a slight limp and used a cane. The doctor called me a miracle. He didn't know the half of it. Life is so much better two centuries later. Rubber pants were still quite a ways in the future back then. I made due with a thin oilskin garment over custom sewn linens held in place with suspenders and pins. It was primitive by today's standards but it did let me regain a measure of freedom. Leaks, however, were very frequent. I tended to wear a long, dark leather duster to cover my thickly padded crotch and backside. You may wonder how I, a humble survivor of the Battle of New Orleans, managed to live over 200 years? Even today, I don't look to be more than 35 years old and most would guess younger. That was the vital thing my parents shared only after I returned from the war, much too late to save me from a very long life of incontinence. You see, all four of my grandparents were members of a very early breeding experiment to extend human life through selective pairings. Both of my parents were the first generation offspring where both parents descended from parents with desirable long-lived genes. I was second generation and since I ran off to join the war without my parents knowledge, they had no opportunity to tell me that I was part of the experiment. Just my luck! As I said, that first year was pretty difficult. I was in denial and since I quickly regained my ability to walk, I thought for sure my bladder control would return very soon. It never did and it was quite the blow to my ego to know I'd be pissing myself in a diaper until my dying day.

Poll for Book Title I am working on a new book about an immortal man that was injured during a war and has spent the last 200 years in diapers. He doesn't have superpowers, he just hasn't grown old. This is the image I'm thinking for the cover. The main character is a man but there is a woman that rides a horse and is leaky.

I'm thinking I would go old school and defeat the countermeasures first. 1) Use a piece of plastic (credit card) or thin tin slipped between the collar and neck to avoid future drug injections. 2) Something conductive to short out the tazer so the jolts are minimized or reduced, burning the battery out 3) Bolt cutters to snip the wires of the collar to the CPU 4) Heat gun to delaminate the belt/cover or overheat the CPU 5) Once countermeasures are defeated, tin snips on the straps to a leisure destruction of the rest of it

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:Perhaps she is one or more of these: from the future and/or has multiple consciousnesses in her head. One that doesn't want her to have sex and picked a stinky way of killing the buzz. There is also a personality that is the future equivalent of Chuck Norris grew in cryosleep and while her body developed, her mind did not. She is a 13 year old mind in a 19 year old body. is being remote controlled by an AI that wants to learn about human emotions and experiences. the most obvious answer but no fun at all - Off her meds and escaped the asylum. Those are the things that came to mind. I'm sure it will take an interesting turn if I'm right or wrong.

Interesting. I have a suspicion but I'll keep it to myself until more is revealed.

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I'm loving it. Great start! I can only ponder that the pacifier has shifted to an alternate universe or has rewritten history so that only he is aware of the change.

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I have often had the idea that you are free to use, morph or discard about a superhero in diapers. The superhero somehow was granted, accidentally became super by some all-powerful deity that saw good in the hero. But every superhero has a downside, kryptonite, etc. So, this superhero can do amazing things such as superhuman strength but if he/she uses too much super strength, the pressure forces them to mess or wet themselves. In essence, stopping a bus load a kids from going over the edge of a cliff would be avoiding one accident but causing another in the hero's now mandatory diaper. Using lesser super powers like x-ray vision or super hearing would only cause wetting accidents. I even had an idea that super powers would eventually deplete and the person that gave the super powers had to nurse them with super breast milk to restore their superpowers. That might not work for a whole diaper league of heroes but a single origin story of several is one less to dream up.

The CDC has revised the mortality rate down to 0.3%. They have no clue what they are talking about and appear to be making it up as they go without a lot of thought going into the process. They are also counting slip and fall deaths as COVID-19, along with drug overdose ans suicide. The numbers are far from accurate. They are mingling the numbers for people that tested for antibodies with the ones that are actually sick. It is yet another government run cluster-frack! If masks work, let us get back to business? If masks don't work, why are we wearing them out in public? In the US the constitution and the bill of rights are NOT suspended during emergencies. Period.

Haha, Interesting. I don't take notes, especially of kinky things. Never have been good at note taking. I guess I never really learned to take notes. Things either are memorable to me or they are not. School was hit or miss for this very reason. If it were knowledge and not actual memorization, I did well. If it was word or word memorization, I sucked at it. My mind summarizes and paraphrases before committing to memory.

I recently released my fourth story in the legally diapered genre and this one had a less-than-happy ending. It has a sequel that is happier ending but I knew the sequel was coming when i wrote that one. It wasn't really a cliff hanger so much as a good point to have a story end. It depends on who you identify with in a story a lot of times. In Interview with a Vampire, was that a happy ending or not?

I've written some darker ending stories. One I even wrote and told the reader that if they wanted the happy ending to stop now. Then I went on to reveal some details that steered toward the darker side. I like some dark stories but in general, I like a story to have a conclusion I'm happy with even if it is a sad or dark ending.

Nice new twists.

I would recommend fiber loading as another tool to help become accustomed to voiding easily without pain or discomfort. Fiber loading is a great way to increase bulk. During the lock-down I've been eating high fiber cereal (10g/40%), high fiber snacks (5g/20%) and adding psyllium husks (metamucil or generic) to make my lunch and dinner at least 10g/40% each. On most days I was getting about 150% of the recommended daily fiber allowance. It did not make me bowel incontinent but I stopped pushing all together after two days. There were several times that the mere act of standing up or twisting/exertion produced enough activity to void my bowels totally. I would bet that if you help your wife fiber load she will have an easier time voiding without any effort, getting her closer to voiding overnight. Good luck and keep us posted.