Thick Bottom For Little James (Interactive Story)

[Guest PamperedBottom]

(This is an interactive story that begins from a later part in the story, you can either choose to continue where I left off or start from the begin and choose how this situation came to be, this a a more experimental approach at a story)

James woke up not realizing what had happened, he was slowly opening his eyes to see a bunch of toys and stuffed animals scattered throughout the room, his first instinct was to lean up but quickly realized that it wasn't going to happen. His arms and legs were strapped tightly to some kind of table of some sort. The tight straps only induced his already dazed feeling, but also make him feel alert not too long after. He started to turn his head and look around the room in an attempt to piece together what has happening.

He started to notice things on the walls such as ballons, pictures of sesame street characters, among other very other childish things. Finally, getting the strength to lift his head up slightly, he finally started to realize other strange details of his predicament; he was wearing a very baby blue colored t-shirt with what looked to have had a bunch of remnants of food stained in small and various places on the shirt, it almost looked like macaroni and cheese? Upon further look, he finally pieced together the detail that had made his heart sink and given a little more sense as to what was going on. Between his legs and around his waist, was a extremely thick disposable diaper which had shed some light on which he felt his legs being slightly spread apart. The diaper had some prints of teddy bears, airplanes and various things of that nature. On top of that, he had realized that he was strapped to a changing table in what looked to be a giant nursery or at least giant to the small sized kid that James was.

To convenient timing, right as all of these things had clicked, he began to hear sounds of chatter and talking getting to the door. The voices sounded like women, almost kind older women. In the split second of his panic, he could hear things like the discussion of the latest episode of Dr. Oz, cooking recipes and other various chatter. As the voices grew to the loudest, a voice among them let out a "Shhhhh, we don't want to wake up our wittle guy if he's still asleep" "awww" was let out from another voice right after. He watched the door handle slowly turn and in walked four women, they all had a similar look of looking much older or middle aged looking. His nervous glance met their faces as they walked in the room which made their faces grow large and bright with glee. "Hiii, little guy!" His head jerked nervously to see a woman maybe in her late 40's with blonde hair staring down at him. "Wittle trooper was being bad wasn't he? We weft him on the changing table to punish him because he was being bad and having a wittle temper!" said the pretty yet older blondle lady, her wrinkles coming through with her smile.

She then looked up at the lady standing on the other side of the changing table that I had failed to notice, "Hey Nancy, can you check to see if he's gone yet?" she asked in a friendly manner to My nose is so stuffy! I can barely smell anything". The lady then led off a comforting smile of agreement, this woman looked slightly older than the blonde haired woman due to her grey to white colored hair. She was wearing to what looked to be a jogging suit and a visor cap giving her a very animated look. She then put her nose to his diapered crotch area, "he's a clean one!". Moments after, his stomach let out a loud growl that the both of them heard, it started to growl louder and louder. James' face began to turn red as he felt the poop come out into his diaper, which spread throughout making a huge mess!

(you're turn )

[Nerfbaby]

"Hey, Nancy, I think you have your work cut out for you! It is changing time!" The women laughed together as Nancy's face started to turn slightly red. The women continued to laugh, but Nancy began untaping the diaper and going to work. She grabbed a handful of wipes and started untaping the diaper. Within seconds, she began cleaning off the unbelievable mess.

"Somebody is a stinky baby. Did wittle James make boom boom in his didees?" Nancy started baby talking as she cleaned him up, but James did not know how to respond. "Baby Jamie, you sure made a mess!" James had no clue what was going on, and started thinking back to try to piece together the pieces. Before he could come up with anything, though, he felt something being forced into his mouth.

"I think the baby is hungry. He needs his baba!" The blonde haired lady held the bottle in his mouth, and James had no clue but to begin drinking. Instantly, he felt his stomach begin to gurgle again. "Nancy, I think you better get a new diaper on our little baby before it is too late!" The blonde lady started to chuckle as she left James holding the bottle, and then she walked over to join her friends.

"Vivian, you are such a bitch! This is over the top. I think we need to let him go before this goes too far." Nancy stared at Vivian with hatred in her eyes, but before long she was just being laughed at by the other ladies.

"Get the little baby in a new diaper. Is that too hard for you, Nancy? Do you need to be punished again to remember who you work for?" The threat hung in the air, and it did its job. Nancy finished cleaning James up as he sucked at his bottle, and then she brought out a new diaper and unfolded it. James started to whine through his bottle as he realized he was going to be encased in yet another diaper.

"Hush, litttle baby. Everything is going to be alright." James continued to fuss, but at a slightly lower volume. With a snap of her wrist, Nancy shook the diaper out to full size and started to place it flat against the changing table. With her other hand, she began lifting James' bottom in the air. He helped her, using his feet to push himself slightly off of the changing table. With an expert flourish, Nancy slid the diaper underneath James and reached for the powder. "Let's make sure you do not get a rash, wittle one!" Nancy liberally shook the powder out over James' crotch, turning his skin ghostly white. She pulled the diaper up over his crotch, then grabbed one of the tapes and fastened it. A few seconds later, she had the other side secured as well.

"You be a good boy, or you will be strapped in again. Got it?" Nancy stared down into James' eyes, and he slowly nodded over his bottle. She unstrapped him from the table and grabbed him up, somehow managing to life him off the table. After a few steps, Nancy laid him down on a fairly small bed. Quickly, she grabbed a bar on the side of the bed and yanked it up. Within a second, the bed had been transformed into a crib.

"Good job, Nancy. Maybe you will be okay after all." Vivian smiled across the room, but there was no warmth in the grin. Nancy looked down at James and smiled there, ignoring the other lady. It had only taken a few moments, and the drugs had kicked in. James was asleep in the crib, unaware of what was in store for him. Nancy ignored the other women and stalked out of the room, shutting the door behind her as quietly as her anger allowed.

[underwhere]

The video cameras gave very clear images of what was going on, and the microphones which had been planted in the room added a great deal to the overall understanding of what was being witnessed. There were a lot more than one camera and microphone in that house, but that one was receiving a lot of attention at the moment.

A young red-haired male intern said, "Doctor Callahan, I've been watching and listening to your little social experiment. I must say you are quite a genius for somehow managing to get funding for this project."

Doctor Callahan, a reputable sociologist, had a keen interest in how people react and interact when forced into circumstances that they lacked any ability to control or directly influence. "I wouldn't call myself a genius, Bradly, just a professional with an extremely high quantity of social curiosity. So what can you tell me of your observations?"

"Remember how you told me you wanted at least one negative influence on the experiment, to make it more real? I do think you chose well with subject number 2431, Nancy I believe is her name. Of course, we can't include her name on any formal write-ups, just as we can't include any names due to confidentiality of our experiment participants. I imagine that subject number 1922 appreciates that." Bradly pointed to the camera where James appeared to be out cold as a result of the sedative he had been given, unknown to him, dissolved in the liquid of the bottle he had been forced to drink.

"Yes, 2431 is really going to be the one to watch here. I suspect she will find a way to influence a lot what goes on in the experiment, and maybe even get her own way a few times, and I also think she will do that in such a way that the others will never know. The real question for me, however, is whether or not 1922 will be able to influence anything. I also want to find out if those other ladies are going to up the ante or just keep things as they are. Does power breed more power, or is power a constant in such extreme social situations? Also, does the balance of power ever shift, and if it does, how does that happen?"

"2431 doesn't seem to like the whole power dynamic."

"True, but she isn't the one in charge, at least not yet. Give her time. I suspect her anger will get the better of her, and eventually, she will be in charge, but that is just a guess. I can't call it science without the results to prove it. Please keep me abreast of any other observations you make in the house."

"Yes sir, Dr Callahan."

"I am off to check on the status of another experiment, but I will be back in a few hours time. The whole house is being recorded 24 hours a day, and I have 4 different people watching it, so between all of that, I won't miss anything. I have you all set up in shifts in different locations. In one hour, you may rest as another person will be watching at that time."

"Yes sir, Dr Callahan."

Bradley hardly had any reason to complain. He was being paid quite a bit to monitor this experiment. All of the subjects were being paid well also, but none of them knew that at this time. That could influence the overall results if they knew compensation was involved. 1922 was scheduled to be paid handsomely for his efforts, for example.

Bradley kept his eyes on the monitors as Dr Callahan quietly left the building.

[Guest PamperedBottom]

James awoke in the middle of the night from a slight bit of shaking, he looked up in the dark to barely make out the face of Nancy, he first pieced it together by the look of her pouffy grey hair and her elderly looking smile that was the only thing that brought him comfort in this terrible situation. "Wakey wakey" she said, "we're gonna get you out of here and away from all of these mean ladies!" James finally felt some sort of relief, maybe she was finally going to let him go? "My house is comfy and I have plenty of things leftover from when my grandkids used to come over" she said with a coo. Jame's heart sank, he thought this would be all over but now he was just going to be brought from one mysterious place to another. "You can meet my friend Lori too! Yes you can! She's going to baby sit wittle James tomorrow while I go pick up some more diapees and some diapee wipes!" with that she swooped him up over her shoulder with her frail yet soft wrinkled hand supporting his thick diapered butt, they slowly walked out of the house and outside where she strapped him into an old carseat in the back of her what looked to be an old station wagon. She patted him on the head and away they drove.

[underwhere]

The phone rang. Dr. Callahan had been reviewing some notes on one of his experiments. He found it so much easier to accomplish work at night and sleep during the early hours of the day. In any event, he had come to discover that his experiment participants usually did the most daring things at night, and he needed to be awake and alert to get any news when and if it came in.

He answered the phone. "Dr Callahan, who is calling please?"

"Dr. Callahan, it's Francine at location 6. I've been watching the monitors on that newest experiment of yours, and it appears that 2431 has kidnapped 1922. They are driving toward the highway as we speak."

Now thankful that he had listened to his assistant's advice, he responded to Francine by saying, "Splendid! You wil find that your computer monitoring system contains an application called Tracker. Open that application please, and type in identification number 3418349102. You will be asked for a password. Please type 3, lower case h, capital B, exclamation point, capital J, 9, the per cent symbol, lower case q."

A minute later, Francine responded, "Dr Callahan, I am now looking at what appears to be the inside of a car, and it looks like 2431 is driving, and 1922 is fastened in a....in a child car seat made for an adult?"

"I guess she really came prepared today. That application, Francine, also has a GPS location tracker. I can guess where they are going, but please let me know when they arrive."

Technically, none of this was illegal or unethical. In the fine print of the documents that each participant signed, one of the stipulations was an agreement to have experiment participants' vehicles tracked by GPS devices and hidden cameras, not that any of the participants ever bothered to read the fine print. He was thankful for that. However, once the experiment participants left the vehicle, they were essentially on their own, but not quite.

"Will do, Dr Callahan," Francine responded before hanging up the phone.

Dr Callahan also hung up the phone, then picked it up again and dialed another number. When the phone was answered at the other end, he was greeted with a gruff sounding "Hello, Fred here."

"Fred, its Dr Callahan. I need you to send out the investigation team, and under no circumstances are they to arouse any suspicions by the experiment participants. Perhaps a mock sales call, or a concerned citizen, I don't know, but I need this to come across as completely natural socially....is there any way to remotely set off a smoke detector or carbon monoxide detector?"

"No, not exactly, but I think it would not be hard to create a contained fire which would set off the smoke detectors, if the fire was set safely away from an open window where a smoke detector sits just inside the window."

He smiled at himself. It had seemed like just another random written psychological personality test he had put his participants through as part of the screening process in order to find out what their usual habits were. He therefore knew it was likely that 2431 would have a window open on the ground floor near the kitchen. It should not be too hard to set off that smoke detector.

The investigation team would need a concocted reason to enter the house. Concern at hearing the smoke detectors go off should be sufficient, he thought.

"I'll call you back in an hour with an address to make that happen, Fred."

"I'll be waiting for your call, Dr Callahan."

Dr Callahan hung up the phone and waited for the return call from Francine. His smile broadened by the minute.