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  1. Sorry for the delay. I really am bad at grammar and try my best to get all the missing words in correctly before I post. Any way you don't care about my grammar, hope you enjoy installment one. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- The sled wasn't covered in silver bells, no it really wasn't fancy at all. It wasn't painted red, in fact it wasn't painted at all. There weren't gold runners, just plain steel. It was hearty, not showy. There were not presents on this sled, just furs and blankets. No hot cocoa, but there were supplies for those in need. This wasn't the sleigh ride that was pulled by 8 tiny reindeer. No, that was in another stable. This sled was pulled by 4 large polar bears. The bears upset the reindeer, so they had needed a second stable. They were not cute or fancy. They were intimidating and large. No, this was not Santa's sleigh, and as she surveyed it she realized it suited her and her mission much better. The big man was a joyful man, he had always made her smile, but he had a flair for the fancy. That wasn't her style. She preferred to get the work done and be prepared for the next thing. It had been this way since she had been brought here. What a day that had been. Santa had seen her work, though limited by her means she had always done what she could. Back then it was 4 dogs though, there was no magic to her work. Now she had the power of Christmas. Reminiscing, her mind wandered to when she had first met Santa in the flesh. It was quite the shock when she had arrived home to the sleigh, THE sleigh, in front of her house. Her precious cargo wrapped in the folds of the sled. He had let himself inside, presumably by the chimney, at least that's what she assumed later and he was entertaining the rest of her family with stories. He had found cookies and milk somewhere and was devouring a plate. Always the sucker for sweets, Santa was never without a candy cane or a cookie or candies of all types. At least it kept him plump and jolly. All that sugar may even be the source of his jolliness. Who knew? When she entered he never even looked up until the story was over. Her guard had been up, but she let it play out. You didn't do her work without making a few enemies or not being able to read a situation. If he had been there for harm he would have started before she got there. When the oaf had finished his story, the family went to bed leaving the 2 alone to talk. Still fully believing he was just an intruder she listened to his proposal, he wanted her to come to the north pole and do her work there. He had seen her, watched her. She thought he was a stalker. The conversation was not a long one, nor was it convincing. In the end he had to show her the truth through his magic. Flying reindeer and a glowing nose. The final convincing factor that had made her say yes was his list. It showed her everything she needed. She could help so many more, her mind reeled at the possibility. She could be a hope for the world instead of some small corner of nowhere in a really big world. Yes, she could change the world like he was. When she realized it, she was more than happy to say yes. The tears of joy he had brought her that night still found themselves on her cheek tonight. That had been hundreds of years ago. So much had happened in that time, including their marriage. She had resisted his manly temptation for a 100 years. Whether it was the fact there were no other men around or she had truly fallen for him, they were happy. In truth the what's and why's of it all really didn't matter to her. What mattered was that the family was safe, cared for, and never left wanting. Which, let's be honest, at the north pole, who could really not have all those things and more? The finest toys were made here. The greatest foods were brought in from all over the world. Here beneath the ice, where the magic held strongest, the temperature was always comfortable. It had amazed her that night. The night she, the family, and her sled were brought home. The awe on their faces, the awe on her face, and that goofy laugh of Santa's. Of Course then it had been smaller, maybe only the size of a large sports stadium, but it had grown overtime. Now it was larger than most cities in the world. With its own skyscrapers and high rises. Of Course it looked nothing like the drab cities of the world. There were Christmas lights all year round. Twinkling and shining for everyone to see. Walkways between the towers shared Garland and bows. Christmas trees were at every corner. However the biggest difference was the noise. It wasn't quiet by any stretch of the imagination, in fact the noise may have rivaled normal cities. Instead of people yelling though, they were laughing. Instead of car horns there were streets filled with Christmas music. It was a wonder to behold. It had never grown old, sitting on her balcony watching the world she had come to love. Watching the streets full of laughter and fun. Her work was not nearly as demanding as Santa's, it afforded her more free time. Her list was shorter, maybe 10 names each year. Though, She checked it much closer than just naughty or nice. It was a meticulous task, one of detail and import. If she failed it may ruin the whole of the north pole, one mistake, one piece out of line and it could ruin the delicate balance that had been created. She surveyed the sled again. It was always the perfect size. Each year, bigger or smaller, it was always perfect. That magic had been a wedding gift from her husband. She checked the names for the 500th time. They hadn't changed in months, they were exactly what they had been. Each was perfectly made. Pure hearts, pure intentions, there was no mistaking them. She longed to hold them, it wouldn't be long now. She willed them to hold on for just a few more hours. No, not long until her mission would begin. The elves were busy with final preparations. Elves, as her husband called them. They were wonderful in their spirit. Never stopping their work, playing in the midst of their work. Making games and competing to finish first. Some, almost as old as her. Their faces finally showing age, beginning to look "adult" while only being a mere 3 feet tall. Wondrous indeed, they had seen so much of life, they were truly the reason Christmas kept coming each year. Working tirelessly, never seeing anything but hope and joy in their work. For instance, Conan was patting a polar bear by the name of Boris. He held out raw meat for the bear, a final snack for him before the night's mission began. There was no fear even though the elf was barely able to reach the bear's snout. Instead Conan's face only ever showed joy at his task. Smiling as the bear took the snack and nuzzled his handler in return. In what other place would such a small being feed a beast such as this? At least without becoming part of the menu. She smiled at the scene, she knew every one of them, they were her world, and they in turn were the lifeblood of the north. She left the stable, content that all was in order. Or at least being put in order. It had been many years since she had to intervene on preparations. They knew their jobs very well. Down the street she walked purposefully. It was time to be dressed for the journey. In her room, Santa waited for her. After centuries there was no need for words. He simply smiled, nodded and winked at her. It always made her heart glow a bit, her stomach fill with butterflies. The man had her heart, no one could deny that. She dressed making sure each layer had no gaps. It was a long way across the ice and it got cold. Finally she took a look in the mirror. She had seen the image before, a mostly slim woman, older looking but far from frail. Her hair in a tight bun, sensible for her work. The same red velvet and sash that Santa wore, but tailored for her. "You always look stunning my dear." Santa said from across the room. "I hope you are safe tonight. Remember we have a vacation to attend to in January so don't do anything crazy." She laughed, "you're a big goof. You know as well as I that the bears would never allow me harm. You saw to that didn't you" With a hig she was off. Her sled wasn't as fast as the red sleigh. She would need to leave soon if she was to be home before dawn came on her last stop. The roads were quieter than normal, the elves rested tonight as much as they would. Back in the stable everything was ready. The bears hitched, all her needed things in place. She tucked the list into a safe spot and spoke a few final requests to the elves close by. It was time. Her demeanor instantly changed from smiles and laughter to grim determination. Those nearest her knew this change well and knew it was time to be out of the way. "Boris" "Freya" "Magnus" "Linnea" She called each bear by name. "We have work to do. Now pull!!" The bears lurched into action. Through the open stable doors they went. Mrs. Clause at the reins, standing on the sled she was commanding. There was relief in beginning to move, Her mission had begun. It wasn't a mission of peace and goodwill. It wasn't a mission of generosity or kindness, there were no cookies or milk waiting for her at her stops. It wasn't a mission to bring toys but rather to bring help. She held no delusions about what she was doing. Her mission was search and rescue, and it was one she was good at.
  2. I thought it was time for a Christmas story. I've got a good bit worked out already. This is just a teaser for the first chapter. Before every part I will try to post triggers that will appear. This will either go really well or really bad. If the latter happens I'll probably stop. These stories have all affected me in my past. My fantasy or fancy is that great can come from grave. We have to hold those things in our hearts, the things that are good. I won't call it easy or simple but when the world shows how cruel it is we can show the good. It's not to say scars won't remain, but we can use those scars to remind us of exactly what we refuse to ever be. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- Everyone knows the story of Saint Nicholas. Yeah, yeah, jolly old man, with the jello belly. Laughs like he's insulting the world. You know the 8 tiny reindeer dragging around his overly puffy, wrapped in red velvet self. We all know that story, it's been drilled into us since birth. We've grown up on his kindness and his joy. His mystery feeds us as we try to understand how he manages such feats year after year. Truly, we all know that story. We may even recall his famous little Rudolph. With his nose all aglow. Guiding the sleigh to safe harbor in storms. His fame may even rival Santa Claus. He stands among the greats, saving Christmas time and again. Yes, even his accomplishments have breached the isolation of the north pole and made it to the mere mortals. These stories we know by heart, they sing us to sleep through the year, and for one night they rouse our excitement and refuse us rest. Yes we know these by heart…. But there is a story that is not told often, one that often is overlooked, or worse…. wrongly told. This is a story of another great good. For only good things are allowed at the north pole. Only pure hearts, honorable intentions, these things are allowed in this place of wonder. However, Selfless love is desired above all others in the North Pole. In reality, all of the greatest stories here are rooted and built on selfless love. The story, our story, is all about finding that one virtue. Finding it where it has held strong, held strong against tyrannical monsters, against overbearing circumstances. Where it has stood as a bastion of hope for the weak, refusing to die amidst the suffering. This story is about bringing that selfless love to the place where it will be grown and nurtured. Where it will be celebrated and cheered. Warmed and cherished, much to the dismay of the oppressive envious ones who witness the miracle of our story. It is true our story always begins in the ruins, it will, however, always end in a palace. You see, for those to be given the honor, there must be proof. It must be evident that their hearts do not waver. Even in the darkest nights, the lowest valleys, the coldest winters, or the loudest tempest. Yes, our story may not be widely known, nor is it famous from the songs sung by millions of children, but we know, yes we know the story. We know it all too well, we have lived it, and with each new face it is refreshed in our minds and hearts. Now you will know it too, hereafter, Yes you will know it too. You see, it is time we like all the other immortals tell the story, the great story, the story of our greatest benefactor. The story of Mrs. Clause...
  3. Apologies for the delay, life has gotten me sidetracked. Good ways but it has been distracting. Anyway heres what you guys want.... -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- Ch. 18 To be or not to be or what's love got to do with it? The Gersons were obviously not happy about Joshua not being there when the door opened. It was written on their faces. Both in a set of fancy clothes themselves. "Would you like to come in? It's hot outside, and dinner is almost ready." Tina kept her voice flat. Better to just appear unamused than angry, she thought. Stepping inside, Mr. Gerson sighed, "I'm quite certain we will get to the bottom of this, dear. He has always been smart and we can definitely save him if he truly wants to be saved." "You didn't see him, he was distraught." This fight seemed to have been an all afternoon thing that hadn't ended when they got to the Vacation home. "He sat there with his head in his hands." "Yes but you said he was in nothing but a diaper. How in the world would it not be embarrassing for him. Now please be nice. We have a lot of power here if what you think is true actually happens to be the case." Mr. Gerson appeared to be a voice of reason. There may be hope yet, thought Tina. "I guess we shall see." She did not sound like she was dropping it, more of biding her time. Tina closed the door behind them, "I know you'll be anxious to see him again. I also know he is anxious to see you. Gary, my associate, went to bring him downstairs. While we wait, would you like some appetizers? A drink? I have wine, fresh pineapple juice, and some cold tea. "I'll stick with water, easier to taste anything in it." Mrs. Gerson spat out. "I'd prefer you have the wine, might actually settle you down a bit." Mr. Gerson laughed. The glare he received in return let everyone know it wasn't an appreciated comment. However, he never seemed to notice it. "I would love some wine, but would you throw a splash of pineapple juice in it?" "That doesn't sound half bad." Gary remarked entering into the kitchen with a laughing football of a little under his arm. "I'll have one too." Holding Joshua to eye level. "I should probably put you down, you're supposed to be a big boy tonight." Joshua seemed happy to Tina's eyes, that oaf had been able to pull it off again. Gary was one surprise after another. Seeing him with her little man had made her smile in spite of herself. She had to admit it was even a little endearing. He settled Joshua on the floor and straightened his shirt for him. Joshua turned and his face sobered. "Hi mom, hi dad." It was a simple greeting, born of someone who was embarrassed. "SON, it's so good to see you!" Mr. Gerson never missed a beat. He was hugging a stunned Joshua. Mrs. Gerson followed suit but she seemed to hesitate more. "Let me look at you." She said, eyeing him up and down. "Well you look well fed, hearty and cared for. You even look like a man. Your mother said you'd been made into a baby and I was shocked." Mr. Gerson retorted. "It does appear you are not as babyish as I had thought." She seemed suspicious. "I'm not convinced yet." Tina piped up. "Let's eat dinner, it's hot and ready. We can talk business afterwards." Cindy and Joshua sat on one side of the table while the Gersons sat on one and Tina shared with Sarah so Gary ended up alone. The dinner started off awkwardly quiet. No one really talked much, only Cindy seemed immune, she simply hummed and ate with an air of oblivion. Gary broke the ice, "Well how is the hotel? You guys have everything you want? Those places are a little crowded for my taste." "Gary, you wouldn't believe the level of service there. It's incredible!" Tina had a hunch Mr. Gerson and Gary were going to be fast friends. That could be troublesome. They chatted about all sorts of things, from shopping to fun excursions, to good places to take a nap. Everything you could do on a vacation really. "Hey, I have an idea, why don't you join us tomorrow morning? I have a guy thing planned for Joshua and I." That peaked Joshua's interest, he sat bolt upright but kept his head down so it looked like he wasn't interested. Not that anyone could miss the excited intake of air or the upright posture. He often got stuck doing the "girl things" since he was the only boy in the house. "What's that?" Mr Gerson asked, obviously just as excited. "Weeeeell, I have a couple ATVs rented for the morning. It wouldn't be hard to add one to it if you could be persuaded." Gary sounded very business-like. Tina just rolled her eyes. "I might have to push a meeting around or cancel my golf game, but it could be arranged." This was trouble in the making. "Deal!" Gary's boisterous shout and a slap to the table made everyone jump. "Mrs. Gerson we do not have as adventurous of plans but we are going shopping if you'd like to join us." Tina made sure to sound polite and invested. She really didn't want to ostracize the little. "I will think about it, I had planned to do some shopping and it seems my husband has made other plans on me." The guilt trip she was laying out was quite obvious. "Are we really going to drive ATVs? I've always wanted to try that!" Joshua's face lit up. "I mean can I?" The last directed at Tina, nodding her approval she smiled at his exuberance. "You sure can." Mrs. Gerson did not miss the exchange. Joshua had asked Tina for permission, he hadn't looked at anyone else for even a fraction of a second. That was not the behavior she had expected. It brought a confused look to her face. Dinner wound down and desert was taken out to the porch, the sun was settling down and the moon was in full force. "I know you'll have a lot of questions, and we want to answer them all. However, I need you both to sign something simple before we do. Without it, the hypnosis all of us share will block our ability to communicate fully." Tina removed contracts from her bag. "We have all signed the exact same at one point or another." Placing them before the Gersons. They didn't respond other than to start reading. In the meantime, Tina crossed the room and checked both littles. Right as she laid hands on Joshua his body let go and performed its duties. "Well that won't do. Sarah, will you handle him while I take care of Cindy?" Sarah nodded, motioning for his hand she led him off. "Hey, we aren't done yet!" Mrs. Gerson yelled. "Mrs. Gerson, the air here is quite wonderful with the smell of flowers, if we do not leave for a few minutes it will be heavy with the scent of fertilizer." Tina responded with an amusing and long suffering tone. "Don't worry Sarah will bring him back soon enough. As I and Cindy will also be back." Tina took the girl upstairs, leaving Gary to entertain the guests. Cindy knew the drill well, which was half of why Tina had chosen to change her. The other half was the desire to hatch her plan to put Cindy in something thick enough to make that dress waddle. Cindy's legs went up and the diaper came off, "Mommy? Do you think Joshua liked my dress?" Tina's brow furrowed. The girl was not tame-able, she did her own thing regardless of who was watching, or who was involved. "I don't know, princess, did you want him to?" Tina asked honestly probing the girl. She ignored the question, giggling, she responded, "he was very handsome. I liked his pants, they made his butt super cute." To Tina she sounded like a teenager in the midst of a crush. Tina grabbed the thickest diaper they had, meant for a 12 hour stint, and began her labors. "Baby girl, don't be upset if he didn't, he has a lot on his mind right now. Remember he has not seen his parents in years." "I know." The obvious disappointment in her voice tore Tina right down the middle. Her heart felt for the little girl, but she also needed to keep the unity in the family. How could this end well? She didn't see a good ending but she also couldn't see a way out. The girl had rejected 3 suitors already, ones she had carefully placed in her path that had tried their best. One had even ended up with a pie down his diapers. The story had been outrageous, and Tina had to stifle a laugh the whole time she had spent cleaning him up. Oh, how mad that little one had been. Just reminiscing had brought a smile to Tina's face. "What's funny mommy?" Her charge brought her attention back to the present moment. "Oh nothing, my wild child." Finishing the task up she helped Cindy sit upright. Being as well versed in the role as Cindy was she knew better than to question the thickness of the diapers she was wearing. "Now let's get back to our guests." "Mommy, can I still wear my heels?" Now that was going to make that waddle something to behold. "Of Course sweetie." Off they went back down the stairs, the dress now a noticeable amount shorter than it had been. If she bent over, that diaper was going to show itself, Tina may have to manufacture a reason, it was just too cute. Watching the waddling tiny girl in the red formal dress, with a butt so overly padded, Tina resolved to make it happen. —----- Back downstairs Gary was stomping around like a maniac, telling some thrilling tale that probably never happened. Mrs. Gerson did not look amused, but Mr. Gerson was on the edge of his seat. ".... the bear was going to pounce on me, and I was flat on my back! I had no idea what to do. Right as it was about to drop itself down on me…" that was the moment he realized he'd gained two more audience members. Tina had been watching long enough to now know he wasn't telling the truth and none of it was real. "What happened then, Gary?" Mr Gerson pleaded for the end of the story. "Well, he decided I would make a bad meal, and we shook and became friends, I also gave him my lunch." Not the answer he had hoped for, obviously not as thrilling as the rest of the story had been, Mr. Gerson sat back dissatisfied with the resolution. "Well I'm sure the bear was happier. Good story though." "Gary," Tina interrupted. "You were supposed to stay on topic." "Oh, well we covered the basics, and we got sidetracked somewhere along the line." Rolling her eyes, she followed the little back to the chairs on the patio. "How far did he get, Mrs Gerson?" She had been the only responsible party out here. "He told us about the coalition, and the mission it had. He even let us know you employed a bear once and that it went rogue. He had to make sure it never hurt any littles." Her sarcastic tone hinted at amusement but definitely bordered on being exasperated with Gary. "He has that effect on a lot of people, I assure you." Tina winked at Gary and they both shared a knowing laugh. "All right then, let's get back on subject, at least until Joshua and Sarah can get back. The coalition is intent on finding ways for both littles and amazons to work, live, play, or just plain exist in harmony." Tina started up. "We know this is hard to believe, and we are working to make it more known. Have you seen this emblem?" She held up a charm with the symbol of the coalition on it. Mr. Gerson took it, "we've seen it everywhere, in our hometown even. It was in the plane, our suitcases had been marked with it, and the hotel has it next to their main door." He paused. "You don't mean to tell me….?" "Yes, it is the coalition's mark." "If that's true you are a much larger part of this world than I thought. We have never been able to uncover the meaning behind it. Believe us when we say we have investigated it." Mr Gerson went on with wonder in his voice. "How did you keep it a secret?" "Well, there have been considerable efforts there. One we use contracts like the one you signed, hypnosis to keep mouths shut about the inner workings, which is actually Gary's doing, and not for the reason you'd think. Probably the biggest is passion for our work." Tina said it proudly, like a mother hen showing off the egg she had just laid. "What about us? We haven't been hypnotized" Mrs. Gerson was skeptical of it all, and her tone made it evident. "That's what the contracts are for. If we truly felt threatened by you, we would remove your knowledge of the coalition tonight. However," Tina added quickly, "I really don't see that happening. None of us want that, we want to reach an understanding before we part ways." The silence was like a giant blanket no one could get out from under, it took mother nature sending a bird by singing its song in the night to lighten up the mood. "How can we trust you? Littles suffer so much at Amazon hands." Mrs. Gerson for the first time that night sounded curious. "I believe the best way for you to do that is coming down the stairs." Tina never missed anything. Sarah returned following the now clean Joshua down the stairs. The Gerson's attention shifted to their son, their attitude had changed. It wasn't accepted but it was at least curious. "Son, will you come sit beside your mother and i?" Mr. Gerson patted the seat. "Sure," there was no hesitation. "I want to tell you both something. It matters a lot to me." "We are listening." Mrs. Gerson had affection in her voice. It was motherly, and Joshua responded well to that. The boy launched into a speech, it had obviously been prepared, it came out way too smoothly. "I know this isn't what you wanted for me, but it's what I want. Mommy saved me from having to run from amazons all the time. I was always hiding or having to out smart them in the worst cases. Even my job was doing the same." The memory of that moron Handicraft burned again for a moment. Tina made a mental note to check on him. "I was wearing down, getting tired but I wasn't getting anything I wanted. No family, no friends, I wanted more, Mommy is giving me that. I know you are worried I am hypnotized and, truth is I am, but only to the degree I want to be. My continence was taken in a different manner." He paused long enough to allow himself to be interrupted. "How was it taken?" Mrs. Gersons concern was evident. She was about to be disappointed. Joshua went flat faced, his voice came out just as flat "I cannot speak about the inner workings of the coalition with those not in the coalition." Turning on Tina she yelled. "What the hell is that?!? What have you done to my boy?" "Firstly, you need to understand that everyone here will give you the same response. If you were to ask. Try Gary." His shocked face said she had won the moment, and of course the question was asked, and he blanked and responded exactly as Joshua had. It was his law after all. He had known the problems associated with blabbing lips and wagging tongues. So as a founder, he had instituted Gary's law. Simply put, to ensure the coalition's success, no outside entity could hear or be made to understand the inner workings of the coalition. It helped to keep the coalition safe. Hints still leaked but only what the coalition allowed. "Are you going to do the same to us?" Mr. Gerson asked. "We would prefer to, otherwise we will need to wipe the info. Because of the contract he and I have, I need to make sure he gets this chance." She motioned to Joshua. "Contract? You have a contract with him?" Mrs. Gerson this time seemed surprised. "Quite so" "I'm game. When can we do the hypnosis?" Mr. Gerson was eager. "Mind you I have no intention of diapers or adoption but I want to be more informed." Gary responded then, "I figured you would be, and we are always out for adult littles too, aren't we Tina?" Well there went the leverage, sigh, well she would make the best of it. "I would prefer you both at the same time, it would cause strife between you two and I will not be party to ruining a marriage." The statement made her think of Cindy's statement earlier, was she stopping them? Should she allow them to be together? She'd have to contemplate it later, this wasn't the time. "Do you think we can trust them?" Mrs. Gerson was incredulous. "No." "Then why are you so eager?" He gestured at Joshua, "he trusts them. Do you remember him? He was smarter than both of us when it came to dodging them. If he can honestly sit there and say the things he said I can trust them." That gave Mrs. Gerson pause. Tina could see the tears form in the corner of her eyes. This was either good or bad. She got up and fled to the far side of the house. Mr. Gerson went to retrieve her, but Tina stopped him, "Mr. Gerson, I wonder if I might try, woman to woman, mother to mother?" He looked quizzically at her, paused only for a moment, as if considering the two personalities here. Then he simply nodded and looked to Gary, "the night seems to have taken a fun turn," he held his glass up, "you wouldn't have something more fitting would you?" "Ha! You're on!" Gary responded with way more enthusiasm than Tina was comfortable with. Those two were going to be a problem. They left for the kitchen, Joshua toddling behind, Cindy and Sarah started counting stars. Tina left on her mission to bring another into the coalition. —--------- I wasn't sure what to do, but mom and mommy seemed to need to sort it out on their own, and I wanted to hear more about the ATVs, I had been patient all through dinner and not asked but I couldn't hold back. "Gary, when we do the ATVs do I get to drive one?" I asked my excitement leaking out, I felt like a kid again "Ofcourse big man! We have a spot picked out." He poured two glasses of something from a bottle, then remembered I was "big" tonight. "Would you like to join us?" I thought for a minute, it would be a welcome treat, and it may make sleeping easier tonight. "Sure." "This is gonna get interesting." Was Gary's only response. I was handed a glass with what I assumed was alcohol, by the smell it was definitely a strong drink. We clicked glasses and they downed it all in one go. It dawned on me that it was a shot, not a sipping drink. I followed suit. It burned the whole way down. It made my insides all warm, and made me cough like I'd just inhaled water. "Good stuff huh?" Taking my glass from me and handing me juice, Gary asked. That was probably more than enough for me anyway. I sat listening to dad and Gary talk. Not really paying attention much, after a few minutes I could feel the effects of the drink and I was pretty certain I needed to do something fun, like jump in the pool. That sounded fun, it was hot in these clothes anyway. Not waiting, I started to remove my shirt and head in that direction. My shirt didn't take long, removing my pants was pretty easy too. In nothing but a diaper I headed to the pool deck. Why was the earth moving? I wondered if they had a whole lot of earthquakes out here. After one particularly big shake, and just managing to stay on my feet I was in the clear, the pool right in front of me. I steadied myself in the middle of the earthquake and took off for the pool. I heard something dinging in the background about the time I got close to the pool. I didn't bother to figure it out, I wanted to swim. I launched off the side of the pool in full padded glory, bringing my knees to my chest and I screamed "Cannonball!!" The water rushed up to meet me as I splashed in. It felt glorious, the hot night air was banished. Weirdly though, it didn't reach my man bit, or a better way of saying it might be, it slowly crept into my man bits. Oh yeah, forgot to take the diaper off. Ha! It's soaking up the pool. I reached the bottom of the pool and kicked off to the surface again. Taking in a lung full of air, I could hear shouting behind me, but only for a second. As the diaper swelled I lost my ability to keep my head up. Uh oh, I thought. Guess I'll have to walk myself out. With that I let myself sink, the only problem was it was too dark to see the stairs. Hmmm, maybe I can find them. I started to waddle myself around, but I was rapidly needing more air, and I was finding it more uncomfortable by the second. I distantly heard a splash above me. As I looked up, I could see bubbles and a hand. Oh good, someone else wanted to swim! It was a party now! Mommy's face appeared out of the bubbles as she grabbed me and hauled me out of the pool. Well I wouldn't need to find the stairs anymore. Mommy stood up with me and the now sodden pillow between my legs, she did not look happy. Hmm, maybe a joke. "What did the elephant say to the walrus?" I began, she always laughed at this one. "Oh no, little one, you're in big trouble. Wait a second, ARE YOU DRUNK??" Mommy yelled. She was probably scary right now but I didn't care. I was carried out of the pool and inside, soaking wet, isn't she going to listen to the punchline? That was the best part. "Gary! Did you get him drunk?" Both dad and Gary stood there trying to suppress smiles. Both failed miserably, when dads snicker slipped out they both started laughing hysterically. Which served to make me laugh. Mommy growled at all of us, which only made us laugh harder, me laying on her chest clutching my sides as I laughed. My padded rear was the size of a mountain, the whole situation was so bizarre, I couldn't help but laugh. "Mrs. Gerson it seems the males in our lives have gotten a little bit too happy tonight. It also seems like a good time for bedtime for these two. If you wouldn't mind indulging me as I get changed and put them down?" Mom was thinking, I could see the wheels turning, it was like digging up a treasure chest full of memories all night long, I could remember this look. "Actually," she started pausing ever so slightly. "Can I help?"
  4. Fighting stories take a lot. I've got one with that thought, but it's been sitting there for well over a year being edited, I can't get the whole thing in the right way I want it.
  5. The experimental school. We had all been called to a large assembly, not too uncommon since it was the 3rd day of school. Then again what was common in this school? Walking along in the crowded hall, I longed for my days before this school. So simple, hang out with friends, go bowling or to a movie, or just hang out at the park. Things were so much simpler then. And then I signed that stupid contract. I didn't have the money for a good college, I had the grades to get in but not good enough to get a ride on. I never really played sports, what I did have was a head for creativity and original things. That's what they had said got me not only accepted but desired here. Nothing about it added up. Why would you expect more out of middle level students? I'd get my degree but I had to stay at the school until graduating. Oh I got some time off campus but not much. Isolation was key, they said. No outside interference. They even restricted the TV and social media coming in. They had made their own social media platform as well. But now, I have almost graduated from this hell hole, everything I think about it my heart jumps. I was so close, one more year. I could see them trying to control me past graduation though. This place didn't let go of people. Some people had tried to quit or drop out. Each time they tried to leave without permission, they'd just turn up again on campus. Same excuse every time too. "I changed my mind, so I came back." I had asked a friend once, he gave me the same answer but when I asked why he said he wasn't sure why he changed his mind. This school was going to try and reach into my life beyond the gate. I could feel it. Whatever, it wasn't in my contract, I'd figure it out once I was free, that contract only went as far as the gates. I entered the large auditorium which doubled as a theater. It had about 500 seats in it and a stage. Long black curtains that sat at the back of the stage. On a projector screen was a welcome message that cheerily read "A time to change, and a time to be changed!" The picture in the background had students smiling and laughing. Only girls would have had the nerve to use that dumb of a slogan for the year. I knew better than to voice that opinion out loud. A girl might hear and that would definitely invoke her privileges. Probably means something about bettering yourself and others and the school or some such nonsense. Completely stupid. Last year was "Better school, better you, better world." It wasn't getting better… On the stage sat the student council, the ruling body of the school. They enacted all policies, procedures, disciplinary rules and punishments for those enrolled. Get bad grades? Then you ended up cleaning the floors. Get in a fight? Well, let's just say that wasn't happening anymore. The list of rules and consequences was quite extensive, it wasn't something one could memorize. The list was probably so long that it couldn't be memorized on purpose. If you couldn't memorize it, they could get away with whatever they decided was inappropriate. I wasn't much of a stand out, mischief maker so I rarely got into trouble. Though it had happened. I found a seat near a large group of other guys, I wasn't really in the mood to mingle and this school put a huge damper on dating, it was not a rule mind you, just not what most guys wanted to deal with. In the end, the mood for romance was kind of dead when you were not able to really have much of a say in any relationship. At least when the other side had won. Oddly enough when his side had won, I had found a girlfriend relatively easily. I tried a couple times but it just never worked out. Supposedly your "personal life" was exempt from the rules but how did that work when you were a society separated from the world and it was governed by a certain group. We lived and breathed in this school, there was no escaping it while you were in the walls that surrounded the campus. It was filling up in the auditorium and the school student secretary stepped up to the mic. "Hello, everyone!" She started cheerfully. "I know we are all anxious to start so let's hurry and find our seats. We need to start on time or we will be late for the rest of the day." She was in charge of time keeping and she was very passionate about it. She was the quintessential nerdy girl, goggle glasses and all. There were only about 300 people in this school. Its numbers kept small by the sheer fact every student had been hand picked to come here. You had to have the right personality, be willing to take a leap of faith, be creative, the list went on and on. It was more about personality than anything else, or so it seemed. Some of the students here were among the lowest scoring students in their respective high schools. I had a few friends that shouldn't have been able to get into college let alone anything prestigious. Hopefully this will be short and sweet, I thought, we can just get it over with. Boring speeches were not my thing. I waited impatiently fiddling with a pencil, we had not been allowed to bring anything with us including phones. They always cited "we should pay attention instead of playing with a phone." Like we were some kind of kindergarteners. Weren't we supposed to be self governing? That one only went as far as they wanted it to. About 5 minutes later the vice president got up and called the meeting to order. "Welcome to a new year at the Complete School of Forward Thinking." A cheer went up among the students, mostly from the girls. "I am Sarah Glockins, I will be your vice president again this year." Another pause and another shriek from the girls. She was not as bad as the others but she was still on the wrong side of the fence. "On behalf of your returning body of student leadership I'd like to welcome our new students AND our returning students to our great halls again for another year of learning and growing. Well, maybe just learning for some of us." She giggled and I caught the cryptic sense she had something up her sleeve. This wasn't good. Not in this school, surprises tended to leave you in a bad place. It never ended well, especially when the girls were in charge. I had learned the hard way that anything cryptic like that meant trouble for me. I was truly done with this school, if I wasn't so close I'd have found a way out of here. This year was going to be hell, I knew it too. Truth was, things had been getting progressively more intense over the last 2 years that the vote had gone to the girls. I was two seats from the aisle, only a little bit from the door. Girls were standing guard there. They wore something on their hip, it seemed too small to be a weapon or a stun gun. The fire escape seemed to be unguarded, but it'd probably be locked until an actual fire alarm. State of the art alarm systems would stay locked now until the alarm went off. Everything in this damnable school was state of the art too. Everything was brand new all the time. They really did have a limitless budget around here. I guess if you were doing an experiment you had to do it the best way possible. Plus, if the scope of the experiment was true we were designing a new form of government to implement in the real world, then "no expense spared" was a good slogan. Sarah rambled on about the new year and the slogan, the guy sitting next to me leaned in, "I can't believe they won again, after last year you'd have thought it was a shoe in for them to lose." I nodded. They had incorporated a few punishments that went above and beyond the normal and no one had stopped them. It seemed like the approval rating would have dropped after that. The voting system was complex and required everyone to put in a visible and tangible token. This made cheating literally impossible. It had been a landslide win again. The count wasn't even needed. The girls' tokens had filled the tube while the guys remained half empty. Of Course you never had any idea who voted for what. You were alone when you voted. Granted that had been the terms of the experiment. The students were self governing for the most part. The teachers stayed out of it and allowed those on the winning side to lead as they saw fit. The only real rules were no permanent harm or ejection from the school were allowed. In short, You had to solve issues and not just shove them aside or destroy the problem. My thoughts returned to my escape route. Best option would be to go through the stage, likely the way they wouldn't think anyone would go. Why put guards up there? Everyone would see where you were going. Applause erupted around the room as Sarah finished her monotonous deluge of annoying words. She was not one I cared to be around or listen to talk. The woman had a bad tendency to squawk when she laughed, worse she was an incessant gossip. Apparently she had introduced the lone male on the stage. He was just there to represent the losing party. "Welcome everyone, I'm Blake Townsend," he paused. "Sorry gents, we lost." Holding his hands out in mock surrender. A couple girls whistled and cheered. "But we will make do and make sure we get the better of it next year. Anyway, I'll keep it short. Keep your heads up and make the best of it. I promise it'll get better this year!" Some cheers went up from the boys, they were half hearted but still some guys were still hopeful. "We can still make it a good year. If you feel like there's any unfair treatment just let me know. I'll make sure our voices are still heard." His speech was determined. "With that I give you the devil herself, student body president, Julie Buttkiss. Oops I mean Butterkiss" He was going to pay for that. From across the stage Julie stood up. Her eyes looked amused but in a dangerous way. Her look said it all, she would return the favor and she already knew how. She was the devil though, a picture perfect one, if anyone was honest. She belonged on magazine covers. It was Likely that that was how she got the position in the first place. Too many males with hard ons that would never get anything more than Blake was getting right now. She had enacted all the policies last year that had made life a living hell for anyone who was male. "Thanks Blake, and I'm sure you didn't mean it. After all, we girls have made this experiment incredibly successful." She started, her smooth voice captured everyone's ears. It almost was transe-like. "This school was founded to change the way society works. This experiment was made so that we could develop a new form of government and social structure. Why? The old way is failing, and we have young minds that are not conformed to old ideas, we can generate a new life that is fresh and will reinvigorate our world. In the beginning we were set up clean without entanglements. Given an opportunity to change ourselves, and then change others." There it was, that stupid logo that was on the screen, I zoned out as she launched into the history of this demon infested place. If you'd been here for 3 days you'd have heard this speech 3 times. We were called because we were intelligent, could add to a constructive society, we were the creative ones that could redesign the world. And now that you've signed on the dotted line you belong to us for 4 years. I tuned back into our regularly scheduled broadcast as she went back to recapping the last few years. "In the past 2 years we have raised the average grade to almost 90%. A full ten point increase. We have seen a 60% drop in disciplinary needs." She paused as cheers went up, again mostly girls. "When this school was founded, the idea was to find out who was best at running society, who would produce the best results, and even more so, who society wanted to run society. The first 2 years it was the boys. Boys," her voice dropped to an almost conspiratorial tone, "you failed us all. In those 2 years it was chaos, and not a good learning environment. Drugs, sex, you name it, it was in our halls." I had only come here three years ago, it had been a bit rougher then, even I could admit that, but things had gone the exact opposite direction once the girls took over. "With each year that we ladies have been in charge this school has improved a hundred fold." I wondered how she was measuring that. "Since this school's founding, we have risen up from the ashes quite a bit. Last year was phenomenal, our policies brought the remaining outliers back under control. For that exact reason the polices: Feminine Judgment, Retaliation Restriction, and Corporal Punishment will remain." My jaw dropped, how could the admins not stop this? Feminine Judgment meant a girl could decide a boy or girl was misbehaving. While worded carefully to avoid sex1sm, it was definitely in favor of the girls. The result was always a disciplinary panel. They decided your fate. They were always female. Retaliation Restriction, if you were called out for negatively responding to anything educational or disciplinary you were in for it. The panel was skipped and you were basically hung where you stood. Corporal Punishment spoke for itself. It was the default now. Almost everything ended up with you bent over getting your backside tanned. It had only happened to me once but I was one of the more crafty boys. Julie continued her evidence from the damned, "70% of boys received 2 spankings last year. That's a lot for you math challenged folks." She joked, not many laughed. " 96% received one. While only 10% of the girls received one, you know who you are and we ladies expect better from you this year. In the end the measures have brought this school to being the highest functioning school in all but 2 measured metrics nationwide. Isn't that wonderful?"She never paused for a cheer or acknowledgement. "And so we will be continuing our march to bring this school to the top!" She almost shouted the last words. The top of what? The heap of annoying me? I doubted it could get much worse. The girls went wild. "Ladies calm down now. We have a new policy to enact this year. It'll be the final thing we need to push us over the top on every scale that is measured in this nation. The numbers have shown that our male counterparts are not to be trusted, that they routinely step out of line, have lower test scores and final scores than us ladies. That is to say until they've been put on a better path. Today we announce the Better Boys Behavior Beneficiance.This will allow you Ladies to properly care for and love our boys. They need a good Maternal and nurturing influence to truly thrive. Her tone was serious now, my heart was racing, and I could see a few other male faces echoing my thoughts. "Upon entering, ladies, you were given a bag and told to leave it sealed until the time came. It's not that time yet. However, we need to discuss the contents inside. First you will find a card stock paper that says "your rules" on it. You will need to read it carefully at the end of the commencement. The next is 5 sheets of regular paper, on it says "their rules." My heart was in full fight or flight now. The adrenaline in my system said "GO NOW!" but if I moved I knew nothing good would come of it yet. "These will need to be given to each of your targets today. Now I want you to know, you will not likely have 5 targets. This is just in case." TARGETS!!?! What were they going to throw at us? Bad, bad, bad! "There is a bottle you will need, please use it today. I'm begging you. Not doing so could leave you in violation of your rules and lead to corporal punishment or worse." This was getting crazy, if the girls would be held accountable like this then it had to be massive. I was already gathering myself to run. I wasn't really sure where. The contract guaranteed a free college ride but it also guaranteed you stayed put until you graduated. Once the year started you never left campus. Some families had a home here and lived with students but mostly the students stayed in dorms. The really hard part was the 15 foot wall that ran around the campus. We were told it was security but the barbs on the top were aimed to keep people in not out. Not that anyone tried to get in. "There are some other things in there including a paddle, if you need it today, and a couple other supplies for routine maintenance. The last thing in there is very important. It is the reason we all came together. It's also what you will need most today. Ladies when I say this I want you all to remain calm. Show your maturity. You see, the goal is to give boys a good example to grow into. You need to be that example, this is also not retribution but a lesson. They need to be controlled for both our good and theirs. I know you're excited ladies, but contain yourselves. If you open that bag too early it will ruin the surprise. Boys, I'm begging you, make it easy on us ladies. Please do not fight this. I promise rewards to those that are good boys. BIG rewards." That was not setting me at ease. Some other guys had already given in, just dreading it all, you could see the defeat in their eyes. Heads buried in hands. It didn't take long to be ground down if you didn't go with the flow but they had decided it was better to not be dust. Some girlfriends trying to console boyfriends, the smiles on their faces were not helping. "Those that try to resist will be punished severely." Of course they would, so far that was the only part I believed. "Now ladies, the last item in your bag is five… big… fluffy…white…crinkly… DIAPERS!" Her voice was so excited, she seemed like she was about to jump the podium. Her face was the image of a psychiatric ward patient who had been given the freedom they had wanted since being confined years ago. Everyone in the room went silent except one, his expletive echoed across the room. "What the f@*$?" He wasn't getting the "rewards" for sure. My mind latched on to that last word. She couldn't be implying the girls would be putting boys in diapers. There was no way they were that crazy. No one would allow that. As if she was reading his mind "I know ladies you are confused. I assure you this is for the best. You will be diapering the boys today. The boys have proven to be a large part of the problems here and are in need of a bit of feminine touch. Remember to treat them as well as they are behaved, they are not meat, but they are to be wrapped up today, be as loving but firm as a mother would be. Now in good faith, I will be taking care of our good boy Blake here who chose some inappropriate things to say to me. So," Reaching beneath the podium she pulled out a large rectangular white thing. I immediately assumed it was one of these diapers, "ladies, shall we begin the great diapering? You may open your bags now!" Without another word she whirled on Blake whose face had gone sheet white. I could only hear zippers from bags being opened as he protested from his seat. She went straight to work on his belt and zipper. He gave an attempt at stopping her but he wasn't fighting or running as much as he should have been. Maybe he knew something I didn't, but I wasn't going to find out. I snapped out of the horror show and looked around, girls were reading their cards, most of the guys were in a state of despair, they had just given up and were going to allow whatever happened to them happen. Being grabbed by a girl they just followed orders. A bunch were fighting back, the group around me was backed together trying to stop the feminine onslaught, the girls outnumbered the boys by a good bit and the group was being grabbed one by one and overpowered. One fool just dropped his pants and laid down grinning. Not sure what was with him. No one had even come for him yet. Some cried in defeat. Being in the center of the group of guys I wasn't in any immediate threat. I watched as girls laid boyfriends down and padded rears, each taking time to use powder, some began to administer punishments to ensure obedience, it only took a few swings to start eliciting yelps from some. The process was insane. Even outnumbered, it was taking time to work through them all. It gave me a minute to think. I needed to start my escape plan, I began to work towards a weak spot in the line trying to dissect the group around me. "John Belinger!" My name echoed from the mic. "I see you, do not move! You belong to me." That psycho, Tammy Garland. Unfortunately, she was also the treasurer. She likely had already known about this and had planned to make him hers. She'd had a crush on me for a year. My only spanking had come from her, unjustly I might add. She was intent on ruining my life. I thought I'd shaken her off last year by hitting her with a giant water balloon filled with a rancid smelling liquid we had found near a dumpster. Tammy had never given up, asking me out multiple times, I wasn't even being polite about turning her down anymore. Knowing her, She probably had a diaper labeled with my name from the very start. Seriously, the dumb girl labeled everything. I scanned around the door, the guards were still there. They had a device in hand that looked like it was designed for a medical purpose instead of anything else. I hadn't seen it used on anyone so I wasn't completely sure what it was yet. All around me boys were being diapered. Some whose pants were already at their ankles, some protesting and promising, even begging. It saved none of them. A couple girls had already diapered males sitting next to them smiling with joy. Feeling it up and down as they were inspected. Why were they so happy about this? There only seemed to be a few girls who thought this was not a good idea. They sat off to the side judging and pointing, one stifled a laugh as she watched a boy getting a beating. I could even see a woman teacher closing in on a male teacher. She was smiling from ear to ear and beckoning him with one finger and a diaper in hand. When she reached him she didn't hesitate, his pants dropped to the floor as she stripped him. She hooked his leg as he tried to back away, tripping him to the floor. His legs went up and she placed the diaper under him. I could hear a bit of his protests. "I'm a teacher not a student, we are not a part of this experiment." She, oblivious to his objections, went to work. He was powdered thoroughly and properly covered. I watched long enough to see it pulled between his legs. That psycho was probably getting close, the stage was empty aside from Blake and Julie who had finished her work and was inspecting Blake's rather puffy butt. The line of girls around me had thinned to the point where there were gaps. They had snagged enough males I could get to the edge easily. It was that moment I decided I was not going to join Blake. I'd find a new university, who cared. There was no amount of debt I was not willing to go through to get out of this. I bolted to the side of the room breaking through the girls there, and ran toward the stage. Up the stairs and toward the curtains at the back. "JOHN!" The president's voice interrupted my run. "You won't get out. We are in lock down, now be a good boy like Blake here. Tammy is going to take care of you, I promise." Her smooth voice dulled my desire to run for just a moment. She sounded sincere, calm and genuine. Blake took that moment to warn me, "John, get out, she said they will never let us out of these things, GO!" I heard him yelp as Julie leveled a slap to his thighs. "You be quiet." That was all I needed. I took off out the back. I managed to use a door in the back that led to a dressing room. Another guy was on his back here, he seemed to be enjoying the moment, at least from the state of his arousal he was. The girl simply looked me up and down "looks like you won't be getting the rewards promised." I didn't care what that meant. In the hall, I was greeted with 2 girls yelling at me to "wait where I was," yeah right. They held the same devices I'd seen on other guards. I ran on never slowing down until I was sure I was out of sight. I began checking exterior doors, one after another, all locked. I began to despair at the idea I'd get out of the school itself. I'd deal with the fence once I was free of the building. Every door and window was sealed magnetically. I would need to find a window I could break. Most of them had webbing in them that stopped being broken easily. The second floor would probably have the opportunity I needed, no one was concerned about someone breaking in up there. Maybe a fire escape, I could trigger the alarm and get out. As I ran I saw a small outlet with the a fire alarm pull. I half slid half fell and scrambled back down the hall. This had to work. I broke the glass cover and yanked on the alarm…. Nothing. Maybe it was a silent alarm. I shouldn't have been surprised, but the door wouldn't budge. I didn't wait too long to mourn the failure. I shot off like a rocket again. "There!!" A voice rang out behind me. It was male! What the hell? I was already around the corner but my surprise almost tripped me up. I recovered and flew into a stairwell. My lungs were burning as I wound my way up a flight of stairs. Into the hallway, I needed a place to hide. I had to catch my breath and get enough time to form a plan. If they'd just give me 10 seconds…. As I went down the hall I opened all the doors around corners and into new halls. I doubled back about a third of the way down a hall and went into the second to the last door I'd opened, checking to make sure they were not in sight. Hopefully that would throw them off my scent. I ducked into the dark lecture hall, there were chairs and desks in a normal row pattern. I hid myself among them. Hopefully, if they did come in they would still miss me. "He came down this hall, someone stay here, if he makes a break for it we will know. Everyone else, let's start searching classrooms." My heart froze. I could hear the click of women's heels on the hard floor in the hall. They were getting closer and closer. *click* *click* They stopped seemingly at the door. "I'll check the next one." I didn't recognize the voice. "OK, I'll check this one then." A new voice announced, I hadn't heard footsteps of two people. Then There were at least three of them and one was probably a dude. Was I screwed or what? How was I getting out of this? "John?" the new voice asked. "John, if you are in here, I promise if you are a good boy, I'll make sure you get rewarded still." I could barely breathe. My hands felt numb. "John, we want what's best for you. I promise it won't hurt at all." I saw movement, it was the teacher that had pampered another teacher. Her ankle length flowery dress seemed to be taunting me as she moved through the room checking the few hiding places. My hiding spot under the desk should keep me relatively unseen due to it being dark in the room, but she would find me eventually. "John I'll make sure you get taken good care of, even if I have to do it myself." Her voice was motherly. "John, I know you're scared, that's pretty normal, and that bloodbath in the auditorium didn't help." She seemed for all the world a sheep in wolves clothes. She sounded like the devil, everything sounded good but wrapped up a deadly intent. "But don't worry this can be good. You won't avoid it but you can enjoy it. It's up to you, John." She kept using my name, it was unnerving. If I attacked her who knew what would happen, I'd rather not deal with the aftermath of that. "Come out John, stop hiding, you can't get out. The school is locked down, the doors locked, windows are sealed, John." She was moving between the desks now, I would have to make a break for it soon. "Tammy is here too, John. She is going to be your guardian. John, she is so excited to help you. You don't understand how lucky you are. John, you need to come out." I saw her dress round the corner as far from the door as she was ever going to get again. It was the best chance I had. I chose that moment to bolt. "John stop!" The teacher yelled. She Didn't bother to run after me. It should have been a warning, but my path was already set. I Was almost through the door. I was definitely not stopping. As I passed the door, without warning I was tackled. We went to the floor of the hallway. "Just take it easy man, this'll be over soon." Was all he said. "Who are you? What kind of traitor are you? Get off of me!" I shouted and struggled. I twisted violently; it was enough to get a better view of the traitor. I didn't know him, he was blonde with a chiseled face. He was strong enough to hold me but with effort I could probably get out. "You're not seeing the bigger picture John. We males were ruining this place, they are fixing it. I sided with them to help us get better." His voice strained as he tried to keep me from freeing myself. "John, I'm going to help you accept what we are doing here." It was Tammy, my efforts doubled, the adrenaline coursing through me seemed to double as well. She held one of those devices the guards had in the auditorium. "Leave me the hell alone you b!+(#" I growled at her. I twisted the traitor off of me and sat up. It was at that point I noticed he didn't have pants on, and in full display was one of those diapers they had put on all the other guys. My mind rebelled at the thought, I tried to hurl myself away from him, but that momentary pause was all it took. I felt something pressed to my back and a sharp pain. It only lasted a second and a wave of intense numbness started to form. I didn't wait to figure it out, or atleast I tried not to wait. I made it 3 steps before whatever had been injected into me took effect. My legs stopped working all together. I dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes. What nightmare is this? I began to try and army crawl away. I had to get away. What had she done to me? "Don't worry it's temporary, John." Tammy said coming up behind me, she rubbed my back, shushing me. I was just trying to escape. Not that an army crawl was going to get me out of here. I was never getting away now and I realised it. I collapsed on the floor and rolled away my legs limp and trailing behind me. I batted at Tammy to get her to leave me alone. "John, this won't last long so we need to get you in your diapers before that ends, I don't want to have to inject you twice." I laid my head back and began to sob, never responding to her. She didn't deserve a response. I was hauled back into the lecture hall and onto the professor's desk. "Don't be so intolerant, man, they are actually pretty comfortable, soft and you won't need a toilet anymore." The traitor went on. "Who brainwashed you? Or are you just this pathetic?" I yelled through the tears. "What kind of person just allows themselves to be made into a baby?" Tammy moved between my knees interrupting my tirade. She unbuttoned my pants and grabbed the sides of my underwear and shorts yanked them off. "You're being such a good boy now. John, I'm glad you're letting me do this. It's better this way, you'll see." I realized I wasn't fighting back anymore and my hands had been released. What did it matter? I couldn't run. "John, I'm going to put this on you now." Patting another white rectangle that I had become way too familiar with. "You don't know all the rules yet, and that's ok, but my rules are that your care and schooling are now my responsibility. Once I tape you in, I am your guardian." "Guardian?" I squawked, "what's that supposed to mean?" She sounded crazy.``Remember the day when you signed your paperwork so you could come here free of charge and get a degree. You were promised that degree, in exchange You also promised to follow the rules of the school no matter how they evolved?" I did remember that line but it hadn't been framed that way. "Remember this school is an experiment on how society could be. We are shaping the future of our nation, and maybe the world." For the first time, something touched my mind. They may be crazy but it could follow me wherever I go, it could infect the world. "You're all sick." I spat at her. "John, you boys are dangerous, always in trouble. The only time you are not is when you are in the care of your mothers. When you are under a good motherly love. That is when a boy is at his best behavior. We are going to put you boys back where you belong, at your 'mother's' skirts. Now be a good boy." She sighed, this was the behavior of someone who was insane, but she didn't seem crazy, she was calm and put together. "I know it's no secret that I like you." She leaned down and gave a slight peck on my cheek.``this could be so much better, if only you'd just let me do this one thing" "It's not just one thing, you want to ruin me. You're a wh0r3 like the rest of them." "John, you're so angry. It'll be ok, you'll see. Your perspective is the only thing making this bad." I knew I wasn't getting out of this, in my core I was trapped. Giving up the fight I layed still and just accepted the inevitable. "Whatever." I muttered. Tammy laid her head on my chest as if she was hugging me. I could smell her soap. It was nice. Gentle like a flower but strong enough not to be missed. My legs may be paralyzed but my arms weren't, I pushed with all I had, "Don't touch me." At least I would have this memory, the one of her surprised face falling onto her rear. My hands were immediately held in place by the teacher and the other guy. They weren't letting go anymore. I was effectively immobilized now. It took her a second to recover. "John, I'm going to let that one go, because I know how traumatic this day has been. However, anymore outbursts and I'll give you the second spank you've gotten from me." She seemed to consider something for a second. "Maybe reading your rules would help you to understand better. Maybe reading both our rules would help. Hmm? What do you think?" "That's a good boy", she produced 2 pieces of cardstock paper. Holding one up she read it like you would to a small child. "Rule one, you will wear diapers at all times, the only approved time without one is bathtime and when being changed. Rule two, the boys bathrooms are now boys changing stations, until all toilets are removed they are off limits, once they are removed they will be off limits unless you are with your guardian. Rule three, you will use your diaper at all times, if you refuse, the incontinence injection will be used. This will render you without control for a time, after 5 shots it will be permanent. Rule four, your guardian, the one who taped you into your first diaper, is in charge, what she says, goes. Rule five, if you fail in these things there is an acceptable list of punishments she may use. Rule 6, pants are to only be worn when weather requires it, your guardian needs to have access to you at all times, she will also make the decision on pants." Tammy leaned down and looked in my eyes. She did have a prettiness to her. Not like a girl who was just in it to be a "hot chick." It was more subtle, more real. She was a psycho though. So no matter what, she was a no fly zone. Placing a hand on my chest, "I have wanted to reward you for a long time, will you let me now? Will you be my good boy?" Placing the diaper on my thigh she slid her hand to my groin. "I promise this will be worth it" My curiosity never even engaged. Blake's words came back to me, and I just laid there not even sobbing or acknowledging her. My pants around my knees, Tammy turned and grabbed her bag. "These diaper bags are great, so many pockets." Producing a bottle of baby powder she went to work, rubbing it in. Making sure to hit everything, she went on for a long time, trying to get me going. "Nothing huh?" The disappointment in her voice was not very satisfying. At least not as much as I wanted it to be. "You really don't get how much I hate you." She pulled something from her bag that I didn't get to see well. She Never paused, she plunged it into my belly below my belly button. I felt the pressure of the injection, and screamed as the pain hit. I felt it burning my insides. All the sudden it was like a knot I didn't know was there just released. As fast as it started it ended. "What did you do to me?" Tammy smiled, caressing my face, "I'd say there are about 5 seconds before you find out. You're going to be a good boy. Since diapers are not a punishment but me educating you, I have levied a punishment for your negative behavior." I felt the need to pee and tried to clamp down on my muscles. Tammy quickly unfolded a diaper and laid it over me. At that moment I realized she had destroyed my continence. I had about half a second to come to terms with it before I made the first mess of my adult life. "Oh no, I guess you will need me. For at least the time being, the first time should last a week or so. The second injection is about 20 days, the third about 2 months. Number four will last close to a year, and well, number 5 will have you gloriously fluffy for life." She chuckled at that. My depression grew bigger, it was like a void opening below me that I fell into. She wouldn't have time to make it permanent but she could definitely do some damage. "Calm down," Tammy had gone back to that crazy tone where she seemed emotionless. "I have the fix for you too, a nice fluffy diaper. Now let's get you taken care of. "I hate you." I said "But I love you, and I'll make you a good boy." She smiled an almost sad smile. "I understand your anger but for now, before you make another mess, let's diaper you, my good boy." The diaper was raised between my legs as I felt a final dribble escape and trickle into the padding. It was gone as fast as it leaked out. She slowly taped me in. Chatting about her rules the whole time, I wasn't listening, I was mourning my life, I would never survive this no matter how I struggled, I'd be ground to dust if I tried… _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ I had not planned on continuing this but I have a few ideas, if it gets enough support to keep it going, I'll be motivated if not it'll die here lol. BB
  6. Dude I hope you are feeling better, thats more important. Dude I hope you are feeling better, thats more important.
  7. I do, and I don't fault anyone for writing like this, this just hits close to home, mean step mother that used to put me in bad places.
  8. I'm not going to lie I love your writing style. I read a good bit of it, but cannot read more. It's too close to some reality just minus diapers and insert other not as pleasant things. I do hope to read other stuff by you though. You have quite the skill in my opinion.
  9. Ch. 17 It's hard but it's also easy. My mind was broken, how was she here? What was she doing? What was she thinking? My Mom stood in front of me, less than 10 feet away. Mom not mommy, the woman who had given birth to me. I hadn't been embarrassed about a diaper in a few weeks, but today I felt ridiculous to be standing there in nothing but a swim diaper. Gary of course broke up the staring contest. "Well, I'll bet that's not how THAT was supposed to happen!" I covered myself with my hands looking for a towel to cover myself. "Son, what happened? Were you adopted? Dad and I can fix this? You just hold on. We can find a way to save you from him." Mom kept going but I wasn't listening, I had wrapped a towel around myself and was just sitting there my head in my hands. Gary trying to console me. Mom trying reassure me. "Stop, please just stop!" I almost yelled. Everyone kind of just sat there for a second. "Mom, I promise it's not what it looks like, I know you don't understand but it's ok. He's not my daddy, I'm not really sure what he is right now." Mom interrupted me trying to explain, "Son, I don't know how the brutes got you but here it's not possible for them to keep you. We can get you free, even fix whatever they've done to you." Pointing at my covered diaper. "They probably used hypnosis too," now she seemed to be talking more to herself, "we will need to find out what they did. Maybe even do full scan. Your dad will be along in a few minutes…" She continued on obliviously. As she ranted on, Mommy and Cindy came marching up. "Joshua, are you all right?" I nodded. "Mrs. Gerson I presume?" It snapped mom out of her tirade. "Are you the one who kidnapped my son?" She glared up at Mommy like she was going to attack her. "I bet you tried one of those legal tricks, well it won't work here, the locals sympathize with us. They'll have you hauled back to your country in cuffs." "Mrs. Gerson, did I not tell you to come with an open mind?" Mommy was a little scary right now. "Mommy, please don't hurt her. She's my mom." Mommy looked at me like I'd stabbed her with a knife. "Oh my sweet baby boy, I would never hurt her. She's your mom. I invited her here to help fill my part of the contract, love." She paused but only for a second. Sarah came walking up the beach with her board. "Everything all right Ms. T.?" Mommy replied, "of course! Not as planned but definitely all right. I think we all need a few minutes to digest the moment. Why don't you take Joshua and Cindy up to the house to get them changed and cleaned up? It's almost lunch time anyway" "Right away, come on you two, it's time for some food and a set of fresh diapers. How does that sound?" Not bad actually, but I didn't want to leave mom, it had been too long since I'd seen her, and I didn't want to leave without her knowing I was happy. "Joshua," Mommy bent down to my eye level, it was like she read my mind. "This will not be the last time you see them unless you don't want to see them." I hesitated, but nodded and gave into Sarah pulling me back to the house. My mind raced, how? Why? When? The questions didn't stop coming. Sarah was trying to distract me with the thought of yummy fruit and cakes, it all sounded bland and I tuned her out. When we reached the house Cindy got a bath first so I sat on the third floor watching Mommy with mom and tried to figure out what was happening. I knew this much, my mom being here was planned. Our meeting at that moment was not. Mommy had wanted us to be here when we met with mom. I guess in hindsight I should have seen something coming. I mean Mommy never has been much for purposeless things. A recreation vacation alone seemed too empty for her style. Gary had known, and it hadn't phased him at all, nothing ever did. My contract had to be completed and this was one of the promises, that I would be able to, if at all possible, thank them for everything. Sarah chose that moment to get me, ruffling my hair and swinging me into a laying position in her arms, "you know, everything will be alright. Your Mommy is the best of the best. She knows what she's doing, and yes if I had to bet on it, she planned it all." Those words seemed to comfort me more than anything else. So, it was onward to bubbles and soap, and a dry diaper. Which did wonders for me. ______________________ Tina had been slightly surprised to see Mrs. Gerson standing there with Joshua. To her credit she wasn't trying to drag him off. She hadn't known Joshua was here yet, only an invitation to talk about life and better things. Also a free vacation to a place where littles were welcome and wanted. All expenses covered, and no expense spared of course. The coalition's presence here almost eclipsed the headquarters population. Here was safe and so recruitment could be world wide. The reach of those trying to bring more littles into the organization could usually make a lot of headway here. In fact the only recruiter with a success rate close to Tina's was regularly in the country, using the local culture to induce trust. While the public still didn't know why, they could recognize the coalition's symbol on sight. They knew it was an equality organization and that was all. It allowed for a measure of respect not commonly found elsewhere. As Sarah led the boy off, Mrs. Gerson laid into Tina. "How dare you!? That's my son. You will pay for this, every bit of it. I'll make sure you are swinging by your toenails until you die." Tina was a little irritated, "Mrs. Gerson, I haven't done anything to him that he did not want or agree to, without coercion. Everything was his choice." "I'll bet, right after you hypnotized him." "You are welcome to interrogate him later. However, I feel you'll be disappointed in the result. He has been hypnotized but only by his own decisions." That put a sock in the woman's mouth. She was mouthy, this one. Disrespectful too. She was certain someone would want her if she could be convinced, even as old as she was. It would likely be a pair deal though, she was married. Speaking of where was her husband? "Yeah, I'll believe it when I see it." She had every right to be confused. "Well you are invited to dinner tonight. As we promised, we want to talk to you about a great deal of things. That is if Joshua doesn't change his mind. This is all for his benefit after all." Gary had finished putting the umbrella away, which seemed to be his nemesis. "We will expect you at the address provided at 6. His bedtime will have a little leeway while we are here but it is still in effect." Gary took that as the sign to start back to the house. "Mrs. Gerson, I really do hope you come. He made it pretty clear he wanted to thank you and your husband, so much so I added it to his contract." That ought to leave her at least curious. "You better believe I'll be there." She turned and left huffing off through the sand. Well, that made things more complicated. They were supposed to see each other at dinner tonight and be slightly prepared, Joshua would be in more than just a diaper sagging from that cute bottom of his. As it stood, the look of distress he had had was worrying. The red pill lessened any negative emotion, it didn't erase it, just eased it a bit. So the fact he had been so upset was a sign of how much it had meant to him. Tina knew it meant a lot but how much was beyond her. Walking silently with Gary, who always seemed to show way more was in that head of his than he let on, especially in these moments. She contemplated how she was going to approach it with Joshua. This was going to be hard. Maybe breastfeeding first. Always seemed to calm him down. They arrived home to the sound of Cindy laughing and circus music being played loudly. It had the air of someone trying to be cheered up. Tina found all three of them on the playset, Sarah hanging upside down, doing something in front of her while Cindy laughed, Joshua just sat staring, at least he wasn't trying to hide like he would when he was in trouble. Tina waited and watched, she loved to hear both of her little laugh. So she bided her time and just enjoyed Cindy's enjoyment. It didn't take too long before she was noticed though, Cindy came running over, "Mommy, play with us!" "Oh honey, I wish I could. I think there's a little boy who needs me though." Cindy nodded, the girl was a little flighty but not so out of touch she couldn't see he needed a little more today. Without asking she scooped him up and carried him downstairs. Once in her room she settled him in her lap facing him, he only ever contemplated his belly button. "I know you didn't expect it, but I also know you knew it would come soon enough." Tina started, "that was not how I planned it at all. I had planned on you being a little man for when they came over tonight." He looked up at that, "I had planned to warn you as best I could." He leaned on her chest. He was seeing how much work she had put into it. Always reading between the lines this one was. Tina began to understand how much she needed to watch what she said around him. "Want some milk? It always seems to make you feel better." He nodded quietly, the act was well practiced by this point. He suckled for about 15 minutes before he fell asleep. Tina gathered him up and wiped his chin off and laid him on her shoulder. That was where he slept all the way through lunch. _________________ I woke up a little hazy but Mommy had some hot tea and a sandwich for me. I ate and found out I had missed lunch by about 30 minutes. In the end I boiled it all down to some simplicities. My mom was important but Mommy was more important. I loved them both I'm happy where I am. No one got to take it away from me They were all truth, and I recited them over and over as Mommy got me dressed like we were going somewhere fancy. A button down shirt that looked like it was for a kid, some nice pressed slacks, but of course they had buttons on the crotch for easy diaper changing, a tie with cartoon characters on it and some shiny shoes. Right as we got downstairs, Gary who had a similar getup minus the whole button fiasco, was waiting with wine and juice. "Tonight you can be a big boy if you want." He had said. I was never much for wine so I chose the juice which was put into a wine cup so I "felt like a big boy tonight." At about 4:30 a man arrived wearing a white shirt and a fluffy white hat that resembled a floppy mushroom. He was a chef and was going to cook for us tonight. Apparently he would cook most of our meals this week. "Don't worry little man, I can make the nasty stuff tasty and tasty stuff so good you will drool enough to fill up those pampers of yours!" He told me when he saw me eyeing him up and down. "I Love all the little ones. Always so adorable." Mommy smiled at him and Gary made a funny face behind the chefs back, which served to make me laugh. Mr. Chef, that's what he'd told us to call him, "Easier to remember, adorable to boot." He'd tried to whisper to Mommy. Started bringing things in from his car. After about 10 loads he put everything in order and began slicing some stuff up. I watched in wonder, he was very good. He seemed to like me watching him. Cindy had gone off to try and sneak in the pool. I knew this because she kept triggering the proximity alarm, eventually she got a spanking and a time out for it. Eventually, Mr. Chef reached over and handed me a few berries. "These are so sweet this time of year. Try one." It was orange and a bit bumpy. I wasn't sure if I should eat it whole or not, it was too big for a single bit anyway. "Like this" Mr. Chef seemed to understand I wasn't sure if it should be peeled or not, and he popped one whole in his mouth. I followed suit and ended up trying to chew with an overall mouth. I wasn't complaining. It was delicious even as juice dribbled down my chin, it was like dessert or candy. A certain soft sweet that was almost too sweet. "There'll be more with dessert." Mr. Chef promised. Mommy came by, "Don't spoil your dinner young man." She said in a half threatening tone. "I need to get Cindy and then we need to have a family meeting. Gary and Sarah are already waiting for us on the screen porch. Can you go there for me, please?" Nodding enthusiastically I hoped down. Mommy looked at Mr. Chef, "if he ever bothers you just give me a wink, I'll move him on." "Oh no miss, I do love the littles. One day when I settle a bit I'll make sure to find one who wants to be loved, and maybe even loves to cook. Can you imagine a father/son chef team? What a delight that'd be." Laughing, "all right there 'dad' chef, I hope that dream comes true, and soon." That was all I heard from that conversation. I felt like I was going to be hearing about him again soon through the coalition. Mommy was never not interested in expanding. On the porch, Gary was teasing Sarah. "Sure they will, big giant whales, they just gulp up tweeners. You see amazons are too big and we get stuck in their throats. Littles are just too small to even be a snack. See tweeners really are one of their favorite food." "Mr. Gary, you know I'm not a child, I actually go to school and I even did a project on whales last month." Sarah countered. Gary wasn't giving up, "all right then, see for yourself. Swim all the way out there but I'm warning you, we will never find you if one of them gobbles you up." Her eyes looked worried but her tone said she was not so shaken. "Mr. Gary, you're an odd one." Mommy came in holding a sullen Cindy's hand. She was in a pretty evening dress, easy access to the diaper underneath as well as making her look adultish. It was different to see her in something like that. It sparked something in Joshua. He wasn't sure what yet. "Well then let's make this short and easy" Mommy began cheerfully. "Tonight is a big night for Joshua, really for all of us. His birth parents are coming to dinner. They should be here any time." She looked me in the eye. "They will likely be confused at first. As well as being angry, it's important that we do not get angry at them. They will need to vent, that's ok." She paused a second or two, possibly waiting on a question. "Remember to be on your best behavior. When I say it's bedtime, it's bedtime, no arguments, do you 3 understand?" To her credit Sarah didn't argue and all 3 agreed simultaneously. Mommy probably wanted to talk to Mom and Dad alone at some point. I could understand that. "Does anyone have any questions?" Mommy finished. To his credit Gary waited long enough to know there weren't any questions coming then simply said, "yes, when can we eat? The sand and sun made me hungry as a whale." He looked menacingly at Sarah, who rolled her eyes and threw a pillow at him. The finishing of the meeting was almost like a signal, and the doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" Cindy didn't even wait for approval and made it halfway out of the room before she was stopped. "I think it's best if both of us go, little missy." Mommy responded. My heart pounded in my chest. I didn't follow them into the front atrium, instead I ran up to the third floor. I wasn't ready to see them yet. I heard footsteps join me. It was Gary, I knew who it was just by virtue of who it couldn't be. Mommy never made a noise when walking, Sarah and Cindy couldn't have been that loud. I never turned around, just walked to the playset and climbed in, dropping my legs off the side and putting my head on the rail. Gary was at eye level, "hey, big man." He seemed to be empathetic at the moment. "This is pretty scary isn't it?" I nodded, "you have every right to be afraid." That didn't sound like a "Garyism" to me, it caught my attention. "Look, let's boil it down,you haven't seen them in a long time. The one thing they trained you to do was avoid exactly where you are. Yet here you are, you feel like you failed them. Pampered and babied, you now have to stand in front of them and defend yourself. Did I miss anything?" This guy was something that I really didn't understand. He had nailed it on the head. I was shocked by that revelation. "I'm going to ask you a question, my little man." That was the first time he had said "my," it felt odd but somehow it fit. "Why do you need to defend yourself if you are happy?" That hit me somewhere below the ribs. It was a good question though. "I guess I feel like I owe them." "Of Course you do, their your parents, you wouldn't be nearly as much of a good boy if you didn't, they do so much for you and try to make sure you get to that 'happy life' they want for you, but they can't see what you see." Tapping my forehead with a finger, "not what you see here. You found your happily ever after. Now instead of defending that, why don't you show them that?" I pondered that thought. In spite of wanting to prove Gary wrong, because, let's face it, he was Gary and everyone wanted to prove him wrong. I failed to find anything wrong in that logic. "You're right." Was all I said. Gary saw a lot, he also knew a lot, and he didn't let on that he had both of those things in his deck of cards. Maybe that's why Mommy kept him around. He put his hands out for me to jump to him. Which I did with a laugh, he tossed me in the air a couple times making me laugh harder. He carried me downstairs like a football. I felt like a football being thrown to people who were going to fight over me. Well, in any case I'd be happy, because I was where I wanted to be. ____________________ Tina had been a little worried when Joshua bolted up the stairs. She had been really worried when Gary went after him. In a red dress of her own she bent down, checked a diaper absently minded and straightened Cindy's dress. It accentuated her as an adult. Tina wasn't fond of the thing, but Cindy had saved up her money for it and had begged and pleaded to be allowed to have it. In any case it did nothing to hide the fact she was diapered even in the thinner things she was in now. The thought of combining something a lot less inconspicuous and the dress made Tina laugh. It may have to happen tonight. It'd be cute. As they walked to the front door the food caught their attention. It smelt amazing, Mr. Chef was hard at work; he kept dipping something in a boiling pot. Moving it and then dipping it again. "All right, best foot forward, let's welcome them in, NICELY young lady." Cindy smiled up and gave her affirmative. When she opened the door they both smiled, however, the littles on the other side did not. "Good afternoon, I would like to see our son." Was all they got. This is going to be a long hard night. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ Sorry for the delay, I've been in writers slump. I've gotten started on 18 already so hopefully it'll be faster than this one was. I'm hoping I can cover the rest of the story in about 12 chapters. We will see. I have 2 more major events planned. BB
  10. I think your best option would be to decide which ending sounds best to you. Write it from the perspective of what you would like to see. Do you want her to come back seeing it as a lesson learned, a new life style, a new outlook on life? The more you like the story the more you will put into it.
  11. No I wouldn't go that route anyway. I meant more along the lines of it needs to have this theme or that content. Trying to make sure I follow the outline. That's all i mean sorry for the confusion.
  12. Just to make sure there is no limitation on content other than the obvious? I've had an idea but abandoned it initially. It could be resurrected if it was "encouraged"
  13. Contest link This is my entry to the contest. I'm working on defining this world a bit more. This would be the first story in its universe that I've posted. I like the non fantastical side of things. I want someone to be able to read it like it could actually happen to them. Anyway I hope people like it, whether it gets anywhere or not is not that big to me. How did I end up here?-Non Contest How did I end up here? Seriously?!?! Her hand on my padded rear, My head cradled in her arm. Laying across her lap with her boob in my mouth. Warm milk going down my throat. my mind wandered and i began to think on how I got here. —------------- My sign read "Don't report, just give me a buck, I'll be fine in a month." It wasn't so neat or so precise. It had been scrawled with a marker and some cardboard. I had written it a month ago. Best laid plans often go awry if you don't have ways to handle the unknowns in life. That's exactly what had led me to this moment. Maybe I should have seen it coming but well, I hadn't cared to be honest. A job was just a job, and if I lost one I'd just get another, I had done it 10, 15? I'd lost count how many times I had switched careers. This time the office had sent a LoGger to check on me. She had come in, done her due diligence and decided I wasn't worth her time. Maybe I just smooth talked my way out of it, maybe she was disgusted, who knew? More so who cared? In hindsight, I think she may have done something though. My newest job hunt went down the pooper. Job after job had just turned me away with no excuses. With the government and economy the way they were a job was almost guaranteed, so it had been troubling when the bills came in and I eventually got evicted. Now I was on the roadside begging for anything, dodging LoGgers as best I could. In the end they had found me, it was the same one that had been in my apartment. You could only hide so long in this city. It was one of the founding cities. They didn't have a uniform and couldn't always be easily seen coming. "You can leave the sign, let's go get you a warm meal and we will go from there." Was all the brunette had offered when she walked up. Her tight business skirt and loose blouse said she meant business. I knew I'd been caught, but maybe, just maybe I could talk my way out of it. After the meal, that is, I hadn't eaten in 2 days. She had taken me to a large apartment complex. Then to a special elevator which required a key. It had only one button. I knew then I was in trouble, but there was no running away now. When we arrived on the floor the elevator went to, the doors opened to a doctor's office waiting room. "Wait here, I'll have an escort get you cleaned up, in the meantime I'll get you a nice hot meal." My stomach was growling at the prospect. She left through one of the side doors and soon another plain Jane woman came back through. "All right, the orders are; all clean, shirt and shorts. Are you ready?" She held a hand out for me like she might a child. Expectantly waiting for me she smiled in a kind way. "I'm guessing she doesn't want a dirty companion for lunch? Why are you being so nice?" Taking my hand, "I'll answer all your questions as we walk. Firstly, you need a shower, you do stink. You've been on the streets for a month and 3 days now. Secondly, we like to be nice, it's when you aren't nice, we become the 'monsters' you all make us out to be." She was guiding me into another doorway. As we walked through it I continued to ask questions, "that's an oddly specific amount of time. How do you know that?" She never broke her stride. "Do you think we stopped watching you? You were already on a downward slope. The Lady that brought you in, well let's just say, she takes her time. She is very good at what she does and always gets her mark but she is not the fastest. Lucky for you though, she has taken special interest in you." I didn't feel very lucky, but I knew to keep my mouth out of it. Any negative emotions could likely ruin everything. We ended up in a room with a shower and a toilet, there were a few cabinets that had locks on them. It was tile on the floor and walls, a soft grayish blue hint to them that left you feeling sterile. It wasn't a comfortable place, it had an obvious purpose, clean those the Ladies of Guidance had decided needed guidance. "First let's get those clothes off. And get you in the shower. Arms up!" I was too stunned to stop her as she hauled my shirt over my head. "Well done! Such a good boy!" That was a little condescending, I expected as much from a LoGger though. "Now don't fight me on the pants, it's time for a shower." She never hesitated and dropped my drawers before I could even resist her. I had lost enough weight that my pants were falling off anyway, so they simply slipped off, underwear and all. "H H HEY, wait a second!" She only looked up and raised an eyebrow. "Remember I'm only nice as long as you are, and bets are with your weakend state I could take you physically. I know you haven't eaten in 2 days. Let's be quick so you can get to that meal." As much as I hated it, she was probably right. My stomach was agreeing with her as well. It seemed like everyone and everything was arguing against me. I swore to myself I wasn't going to end up in her care. That LoGger was going to have to deal with missing one goal. Holding one hand over my unmentionables I stood there with my pants around my ankles. "I've seen enough of those that you shouldn't worry about it. Also, not half bad." The compliment served to make me blush to my ears. I felt like a child at the same time a piece of meat. "Don't worry I don't date boys, only men.' "That's not helping." I said it before I had really thought about it. "Oh, is the cute stinky boy embarrassed? You are so adorable! Let's get you cleaned up." She started the shower and I felt the warmth from it almost immediately. I had to admit it was going to feel good. "Leave the pants. You won't need them anymore." She stated it like I was never going to wear them again. She collected them and put them in a cabinet. "Shy boys are only cute until they stop listening, let's go, your food will get cold. I just got the notice that it was being delivered soon." She was trying to entice me to obey. Right now I was motivated but it was drawing me closer to the dreaded conclusion. I was going to have to be fast when the time came. Smart and crafty too. Stepping under the water it was hot at the touch but began to feel good almost immediately, "now let me work and you'll get a minute to just enjoy ok?" Not waiting for permission once again, she went at my skin with a soapy rag. It felt like it was made of sandpaper, each scrub took a layer of my skin off. It took a second to realize that each swipe also took off every bit of hair. She was down to my mid section when I rebelled. "Hey, that's not ok!" She was expecting it I guessed and pushed me to the tile wall. A hard swat to my butt cheek quieted me. "You will not argue with me anymore. Do you understand me?" "B..but I" SMACK "Do you understand me?" "Yes." SMACK, apparently being submissive wasn't enough. "Yes what?" My thoughts raced to find a proper answer. SMACK, what did she want from me! I took 5 swats for my brain to catch on. "Yes ma'am, YES MA'AM!" "Very good! I'm proud of you, if she hadn't claimed your rehabilitation I would be all over it." That didn't sound good. They had a plan for me. She finished her job, cleaning every inch of me. The shower had lost its allure though and when she said I could stay in for a minute I just walked out. Sitting on the toilet naked and violated. "I gave you a reward and you turned it down?" I just sat on the lid of the toilet without responding. "I guess you can lead a horse to water but you can't make him enjoy it. Anyway," she dug in a cabinet and pulled out a white t-shirt and white shorts, they looked more like boxers than anything else, "put these on, and I'll deliver you. Your food is waiting. I dressed hurriedly, I wasn't looking for another spanking. The shorts were comfortable and the shirt was a bit big but close enough to not be a bother. We left the room and I was marched down a long hallway. A couple women came to the doorways along the hall, smiling. A few offered encouragement like "atta boy" or "That's a good boy." I felt my face heat up again. They didn't know I was going to get out of this. They were planning on me being taken in. As soon as I had that free meal that is. And now apparently my clothes too. Maybe without the clothes would be ok. I could figure it out. We reached the end of the hall to a door that said "For intake only, all others keep out." That's not good, not good at all. I had to find a way to do this away from this room. "Aren't we going to a kitchen or a dining room or something? I thought you said my food was here." She knocked on the door, "it is waiting on you in here. I promise, have I given you a reason to mistrust me?" My mouth once again moved without my brain telling it to, "You're a LoGger that's a reason in itself." Damnit! That was stupid! They hate that name, they only refer to themselves as Ladies. I knew better! Her face darkened as the door opened. The brunette that had brought me here stood in the doorway. She was dressed like she had been. "Oh? Did I interrupt something?" She was holding a plate with a steak, potatoes, broccoli and a piece of cake on it. My eyes focused on it, my mind blanked, I was so hungry I missed them saying "He decided to be rude a half a second before you opened the door." "How so?" "He referred to us as LoGgers." "I will ensure he understands the best way to talk to those helping him. It seems he has a need first, but rest assured I WILL handle it." Then to me grabbing my hand, "come inside, now." I followed like one of those cartoon characters that had been enticed by the vapors from a cooling pie in the window. I couldn't focus on anything. She placed the tray on the table and told me to sit and eat. I did, and with abandon. My whole mind focused on how fast I could cram food in my mouth. "Slow down,"She said gently. I never even heard her, nor did I see the stick she pulled from her pocket. It extended right into my thigh. When it connected, my world erupted into electric shock and fire. "Ahhhhh" I was thrown back by muscles reacting to the pain. Spitting the food in my mouth out like a projectile. "Do you think wolfing your food down like an animal is polite? Or do you think it's kind to someone who spent so much energy on making it just for you? Do you think it's OK to ignore me when I speak?" She hadnt said it in anger, just questioning me on proper behavior. I looked at her blankly, I wasn't sure how to respond. The pain in my thigh was beginning to dim but the memory was still there. "You will slow down, you will enjoy the food, and you will listen to me. The stick was a simple reminder, as it's your first offense I don't expect you to be perfect, however, polite and kind are things you should be already." Her stern voice was like a mother bringing her boy under control. I felt stupid. She was right and I needed to control myself if I was getting out of here without the dreaded destiny she had in mind for me. She handed a cloth napkin to me, at least I knew the answer here and placed it upon my lap. "Very good boy! I'm proud of you, now here's your knife and fork back. I'm going to go change clothes and freshen up. You eat slowly, and I'll be back. Don't want you getting sick now do we?" She stood up and I started to eat again. Slower this time. I distantly heard a door close and water running. I ate without a thought in my mind. When I had finished everything using my finger to get the cake crumbs to my mouth I surveyed the room. I was in trouble, one wall held a bed, another a door to wherever the brunette had gone. A third held a shelf a small refrigerator and a window, the shelf held every manner, color and size of diaper that existed in the hand of the LoGgers. This wasn't good. They had gotten me this far, it wasn't likely I'd talk my way out now. I bolted for the door. It should have been obvious, locked! There wasn't a key hole or anything. The knob just wouldn't turn or open. The window wasn't much more help, we were on the 5th floor or higher. I wasn't getting out easily and even with food in me I wasn't up to full strength so scaling a building wasn't going to happen. Not that I could when I was at full strength. I began searching the room frantically, I was once again so focused I never heard the door open. "There isn't a key." It shook me out of my reverie. She was leaning against the door frame, her clothes a red latex get up, skirt that went a little past her mid thigh, skin tight top. It looked like she had been watching me for a minute or two. I swallowed audibly. For one that was a hot getup and I was failing miserably to stop my freshly shaven private parts from engorging. The boxer type shorts not doing anything to hide it either. It also served as a prophetic moment for what was to come. The style suggested she wanted to play and I was goingbto be the toy. "I see you like it. Well those few that see it usually do. But they usually don't get to the softer side of it. Most of you fight until the bitter end. You however won't get a bitter end, you will be coming with me when we leave tonight. You see with no place to stay or way of caring for yourself I have invoked caregiver rights." I had never heard that before. No one had ever said anything about it. Never mentioned on the internet. My face obviously reflected my confusion and possibly revulsion to the idea. "We will talk about it more later. As for now, I see you've finished eating, would you like to use the toilet? It will be your last chance, quite probably ever." I needed to think. I needed time to plan an escape. Time to play dumb. "Uhhh, I have been using the toilet since I was 2. Why would I not be able to now?" Her attitude changed, "I am a patient person. So much so that I can wait a month or more for someone to get so low they walk themselves into my hands." The thought left me embarrassed, she crossed the room and produced a loop of metal. It came open at her touch and she placed it around my wrist. When it closed the clasp or whatever it was, vanished. "You won't get it off, and if you try you will likely hurt yourself." She stood close and asked again, "would you like to use the toilet one last time? It often helps you boys to say goodbye." I weighed my options, how long could I take? Maybe I could find a way out. "Sure." Trying to sound defeated. I turned to go in and she blocked my way. "I'm waiting, so remember that, and be polite." Her voice conveyed a threat but sounded gentle. Her eyes seemed to be motherly and I wanted to run. She moved only after I nodded. I shut the door, no lock on the handle. Probably only locked the same way the main door did. Similar to the room I'd been showered in. All the cabinets were locked, I sat on the toilet emptying myself, never knew if she could check for that or not. It would be better not to risk it. I was going to have to rely on wit and sheer luck to get out of this. I stood up pulling the white boxers as I went. Time to pour on the charm. The door opened before I even could push it open. "You took too long, let's go." She was no nonsense. "Can we talk first? I don't even know your name. Maybe some water?" "There are only 2 ways to address me right now, ma'am and Lia. Nothing else. If you are good you will not have long to wait on getting water or some juice. On the bed, on your back please." She picked up a blue diaper from the shelf and turned to see I hadn't moved. "That's one. On the bed, on your back please." "But, I haven't done anything wrong." "That's two. On the bed on your back please." Her tone never wavered as she crossed the room back to me. She tossed the diaper on the bed and looked up at me from about 6 or 7 inches below me. "I really don't see why…" that was as far as I got. I never even saw where it came from, the stick tapped my thigh again and I fell to the floor clutching my leg. It seemed to have hurt worse this time. "That's three. You won't always get 3 warnings, but for today I will, simply because you're a boy and in need of learning how to behave." She walked over to the bed and placed hand on the far side. "Now will you submit, get on the bed on your back?" I wasn't getting out of this, not right now. That stick hurt like the Dickens. I wasn't strong enough to fight her right now either. I delayed by getting up slowly. When I didn't move immediately she sighed heavily and tapped a button on her watch. "That's four, we will do it the hard way." The cuff on my arm moved of its own accord, I was dragged four or five feet to the bed, where my wrist was held fast. It wouldn't budge. What the hell was this thing? She plopped the rectangular plastic diaper in front of me, "It's an electromagnet, the tech is pretty neat huh?" Neat?! How is pinning me to the bed neat. " Where I touch, you go. Pretty simple in execution but it goes way beyond my understanding. Now we will begin. I'm going to paddle you, I want you to understand it will not stop until I think you are truly willing to obey me. So when you think you are ready for me to put you in that diaper, just say so." The way the cuff had dragged me I was laid over the bed exposed on my backside. There was no defense. She ripped the white boxers off my rear. "Can't even wipe correctly. You need a lot of help, my boy. You left streaks in the clothes you borrowed from us. That's disgusting." The first hit stung like a thousand bees stinging my ass. I couldn't see what she was using but it felt thin and hard. I wasn't going to dignify it with a yelp. Maybe if I could outlast her… She began working my cheeks over, I lost count around 15 or so. I started to yelp and do sharp breaths. She started to vary the pattern, sometimes slower, sometimes faster. I couldn't prepare for it, couldn't brace myself. Sometimes it felt like she was done, others it felt like she was just starting. I realized tears had formed in my eyes. She was never going to let me go, I was going to be in diapers, I was going to be her puppet. Like any male before me caught doing things they didn't want or deemed inappropriate. The first sob came like the sound of an old car starting up. Rough and forced. The caning kept going. Each time it felt like a hammer on my backside. I had lost all pretense and was just heaving and crying. "Please, pleeeeassse!" I cried, no response except the cane hit. A few more convinced me to try again. "I'm begging PLEEEEEASE! I'll do whatever you say, anything! I mean it." I was rambling and pleading my case. The cane kept falling. "I'll take the diaper, I will, please, I want it, please!" She paused for a second. "Now we are finally getting somewhere." Her voice sounded excited, almost erotically so. The caning started again. "No! Please, stop, I don't care, I'll do it, I'll even put it on myself!" She never reacted. The cane fell again and again. From the point where my butt met my back to mid thigh was on fire. It felt like someone had removed the skin. I collapsed into sobs not able to make coherent words anymore. Without warning the beating stopped. I could hear her barefoot hitting the floor as she walked around the bed. It didn't matter to me, I was broken, I layed on the bed sobbing, I could feel a puddle of tears that had formed under my head. When she reached me she bent down and kissed the top of my head. "I don't want to ever have to do that again, I probably will have to, You boys are stubborn, I much prefer to get my jollies in other ways. You need to understand I'm willing to do what is necessary to make you a good boy." She retrieved the diaper and walked back behind me. My sobs never abated. I felt a cool cream go onto my backside. It brought the pain back instantly. I jerked away from her hand, moaning in between my heaves as I tried to bring control back to my breathing. "I know, I know, shhhhhh, I know. This will make it feel better though." She shushed me as she worked. "Let's let that sit for a minute then we will get you properly dressed so we can go home." I was going to be in diapers. As she moved around the room she hummed and sang to herself. It reminded me of a serial killer I had once heard about. I was going to be in diapers. The thought kept ringing in my head. It was all I could think, but I had no will left to fight. It was a consuming thought. Everything I had done to avoid this moment and yet here I was. I was going to be in diapers. "All right, that should be good now, let's rollover and get you in your first diaper." I was going to be in diapers. It wasn't fair, it wasn't ok, but I complied. My tears returning. She was putting me in diapers. "Oh baby, don't worry, I'm going to take good care of you. You'll never be on the street again, ok?" I knew I needed to respond this time, "yes, ma'am" I choked out between sobs. The pain in my rear grew again as pressure came from being rolled onto my back. My legs were lifted, Lia used her shoulder to hold me off the bed enough to slide the diaper underneath. She laid me down gently, and began to rub in oil all over my groin. "You're such a good boy for me." After that came baby powder. "I bet that feels nice, even in such a state you like it don't you? Getting the little boy all excited!" She talked down to me like a child the whole time. "But it's not fun time, no no no. We have to get him tucked away all nice and cozy." With that she pulled the thick padding up between my legs, I fought back the heaving sobs again. I succeeded but a few tears still escaped. She expertly taped me in place. I wondered how many she had done this to. "Why?" Was all I asked. "Oh baby." She tapped her watch and I felt my arm go free. She pulled me onto the bed in the correct way, pulling my head to her chest. "Oh baby, you need to understand, I don't like seeing you the way you were this morning. I don't ever want to see you struggling like that. Remember how hungry you were? How dirty? How lonely? You walked in here KNOWING that this would end here. You were so miserable you came in here willingly just for a hot meal. I did this so you will never be that desperate again." She kissed my head lovingly. "Sometimes we have to be broken to be made into something better. I will do what I must." Laying in a diaper on her chest still heaving with the occasional tear I wanted to push her away, but I needed the soft touch right then. Even if it was from her. "Now let's get something soft on those legs and we will go home. Eat a nice dinner and get some good sleep." —------------- That at least, explains how I ended up here, you know diapered, how I ended up in Lia's care. I suckled more, her milk was usually sweet. The fruit she ate kept it that way. I had learned not to use my teeth or to pull too hard. This wasn't normal though. At least for my situation. I found myself here again because I had earned it. A bit of gas escaped to my diaper, it wouldn't be long now. The pressure was building in my abdomen. Breastmilk had its effects on me. My thoughts wandered off again, why was I here? —------------- "You want to act like a baby, you will be treated like one." I had avoided using the diapers for 2 days now. Instead I had walked out to the garden pretending to want to be in the yard and hid behind a bush there. It worked, mostly. At least until Lia had found out. The diaper still around my ankles, she activated my wrist cuff. I was dragged across the yard over the pool decking and slid into the wall by the door where the hidden magnet pad was. She had a few of them around the house. The one in the yard had been particularly embarrassing, she had left me there one day in nothing but a diaper. It had been 4 hours. My side, clothes and the diaper were destroyed in the process of being dragged across the yard. So there I lay bleeding from the road rash I had just received, mostly naked, completely embarrassed and horribly terrified. She was not happy. She hauled me up by my ear and took me to my room where she all but threw me on the changing table. "We use our diapers, little boy. I expect better from you. Did you think I wouldn't find out? What were you going to say when I checked you and you stayed dry for 3 days?" She was angry, and that was the understatement of the year. "This is ridiculous. You know better." She began cleaning out the roadrash, it was like she was using sandpaper. My sharp intake of air was enough to calm her a bit. She liked to know I was not enjoying my punishment. This was obviously a good punishment I thought. Maybe she'd leave it at that. Last time I'd been rude I'd had to use a pacifier for 24 hours. If she couldn't hear me suckling it she would swat my thigh. My jaw was aching by the end of the 24 hours. One time she caught me awake and out of bed, I had a week of nap times. Her brand of punishment was usually on the bizarre side of babyhood. "Don't think that this is going to be the end of it either." There went that hope. "This was beyond dumb." She laid a cloth against my leg for a minute. Then pulled it off and bandaged my leg. She put me in a new diaper and dragged me up off the table. A new pair of pants was added over top of the diaper, they had a lock on them. Before she locked them on though a hand went down the backside of my diaper and a finger pushed something in. "If you push that out there'll be a spanking and you'll get another one of them" The lock was fastened and I was brought to the living so "I could be watched." It didn't take long to realize she had put in a suppository and locked me in. I was about to uncontrollably poop myself. She watched with a glass of wine in hand. I began to struggle against the wave of contractions. I had always been allowed privacy until now. I got up to walk away, but was stopped. "Uh uh, get back here and sit on the carpet facing me." I didn't argue the spankings were worse than the babying. I knelt in front of her and she pulled me closer. Putting my head in her lap, she rubbed my hair, seeming to savor every second of my discomfort. Right as a new wave was coming, I began to brace myself to fight it. She pulled my head up to look in her eyes. She looked so sophisticated at that moment. Red dress, glass of wine in hand, and my head in her other hand, it made me feel dumpy and unrefined. The climax of the contractions came on and I closed my eyes fighting the good fight. Every fiber of my being was put into stopping the medicines from d I ung their job. Without warning my mouth was invaded by a tongue. My eyes flew open to see Lia kissing me. My concentration shot, the warm mush filled the seat of the diaper. The kiss didn't end immediately though, she held on until she finished with whatever she had wanted. I just sat there filling my pants completely stunned. "That's my good baby boy, from now on during punishments you will only refer to me as mommy." Was all the explanation she said or offered. I sat in that mess for a few hours, easily developing a rash. This was the extent of the punishment, not the accident, but the embarrassment and the rash as a reminder. When she changed me she did something very odd. She only did three tapes instead of the four. "Lay on the bed." She'd commanded. Doing as I was told, confused but obedient. She threw a rag very similar to the one she had used on my leg earlier. "Masturbate" "What?" I had been put in mittens for 3 days for touching myself last time. It made me timid to do so even if she was standing there telling me to do it. "Mast- ur - bate, now. I'm not going to tell you again. I need to collect several samples to make sure you are chemically balanced. Your constant bad behavior suggests there's an issue. I need to make sure there isn't." "Like, with you watching? I can't do that." "If you don't do it I'll spank you until you orgasm. Now chop chop, I still have to make dinner." It was said so nonchalantly it left me uncomfortable. I tried, I really did. After about 10 minutes of just trying to get going nothing was happening. "Boys and their toys, turn over and get on all fours." I did as expected. I felt the ever invasive hand go into my fresh diaper. She retrieved my member and began massaging me. It felt good, but I rejected it nonetheless, "this is so weird." "It is? Then tell me why you're already getting hard?" It felt Really good, it had been a long time since anyone had touched me like that. Once I had grown stiff she pulled it from the diaper through the leg hole. "I think you want to be my boy, look at how quickly you reacted to my touch. You're going to explode aren't you? I know you need the release, you haven't had one since you've come to me." She was full steam ahead. My cock harder than I had ever remembered. "Oooooh" the moan escaped my lips without my consent. "My boy, you can finish." She leaned down to my ear and whispered "you want it so bad, go ahead, diaper boy." That was it, all she wrote. I exploded, she held the rag in place and caught everything. "You CAN be a good boy, lay down please." The afterglow left me wanting to just fall asleep right there. I rolled over as instructed, she tucked me away in the diaper and taped it back snuggly. I had never wanted to be in a diaper less than that moment. Disgusted with myself I wanted to just disappear. She had gained so much power over me in that one moment. "You're not out of the woods yet." Was the only warning she gave me. —------------ Knowing why I was here was easy enough, her hand had been patting my rump. It was strangely comforting. She dimmed the lights. It had a nice effect. My head cradled at her breast, I kept nursing. If I stopped for too long she would assume I was finished or just being lazy. So I had to go long enough to satisfy her. "I think the baby needs both tonight." She announced in an almost whisper. I whined at her breast. This always gave me digestive issues. "Oh? Is the baby too tired? I guess after his punishment it'll be bedtime and not play time." I moaned again. "Mmm, then baby should drink all the milk he can. That way he has strength for play time. Mommy may let him out of that awful waffle diaper if he eats well tonight." The great thing about punishments is when they were over they were over, she didn't let it linger or hold it over my head. "You know baby, mommy finally got your tests back from the lab. They don't show any imbalances. All your levels are just right. That leaves me wondering something. If you don't have a reason to behave poorly, do you just want to be my baby?" Her hand brushing my hair back. I never responded to her. My face turned red as her hand moved from bum, down the front of my diaper. She didn't even really have to make contact to get me going, but she did, lightly at first. I responded to her touch by pushing forward. "My my, are we needy tonight? I think you should slow down and prove to mommy you can be a good boy first." She made me switch sides so I could drain her other breast. In the months since we had been together she had taught me a lot. Most of all she had taught me to not always be a good boy. It led her to want long nights of fun. Mostly because she got to "punish" me. Those times were her favorite. Oh how she enjoyed them. Not that I was complaining, the diapers still sucked but she would let me atleast "hang out" for our fun times. In the end I wasn't going to escape. I had tried, it hadn't worked. But that is a story for another day. Why? Well, it didn't have anything to do with how I got here…
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