Jet-lagged for Falloutzone (priv.)

[DiaperRebel]

Each groan on the comlink had come from her squadmate’s unfortunate shared experience of having to change Quinn’s diapers, and on their first big mission, they didn’t want to think about it.

Once Quinn rejoined her fellow Initiates, the formation was tight again despite the animosity hovering between them.

They were like her two older brothers and sister, begrudgingly taking care of her, resenting having to drag themselves up early to change her, or sit scrubbing stains out of her dirty diapers for hours after receiving too many demerits from Stone.

Despite all this, or maybe because of it, the squad had clearly defined roles and the strong cohesion protected and prepared them.  

“She’s due.” Jay muttered derisively in her comms-set.

“It’s true!” McKinney said. “I had the shit watch the other day, and to my surprise, I didn’t get to unwrap any of Quinn’s special homemade pudding. What’s the matter, Wastelander? Having trouble letting waste /land/ in your patrol suit now?”

“Secure that.” Stone snapped over the feed still clunking at point in her power armor.

Mckinney was the cocky troublemaker of the team. A hothead. Which meant he has been assigned to wash Quinn’s dirty diapers the most and so gave her the most grief about them in return.

[FalloutZone]

Quinn glanced a little at the others. They meant a lot to her despite everything else. It was awkward and still continued to be awkward having them change and take care of her horrible diapers but she felt a bond with each of them.

A bond she never thought she would have ever in her life even if that bond was still very new and very weird for her.

Quinn's real family was dead and her older brother always worked away in the farm so it was odd to have essentially two guys be that now and another woman to be her older sister. Quinn didn't quite understand her dynamic with them yet but she had a pretty clear idea that she was the most submissive due to the situation she was in; thanks to her diapers.

She felt different to them in many ways and not just because of the diapers.

Quinn glared at Jay and Mckinney. She hated it whenever people talked about her diapers but Quinn stayed quiet.

Quinn's gaze flickered here and there. Her eyes twinkling with curiosity which always meant trouble even if that trouble didn't happen straight away.

Quinn took a deep breath, "Shut up Mckinney." replied Quinn in a grouchy manner. Her stomach hadn't felt good yesterday and she still hadn't messed herself. Was something wrong? To many rad pills? Was she blocked? She hoped not! Otherwise that would be unpleasant for her and whoever who had to change her.

Quinn glanced at Paladin Stone and sighed. She hoped that she wouldn't get changed yet. She hated getting changed in front of everyone! Quinn's face burned red.

[DiaperRebel]

“Hear me out.” He sneered in response to Quinn. “Forget rad-x. I’ll give your stuffed hiney a big ol’ plug of x-lax to get things moving. Then my good buddy Drew here can ch—“

“I said stow it!” Stone barked causing feedback on the mic.

Just then a read blip appeared on her HUD screen and she motioned everyone to crouch down. 

A spikey metal scrap-covered head of a raider was bobbing down into the valley below from the hill across their patrol. 

“Must be a scout.” Stone muttered, keeping her voice low. “Quinn, you have the long barrel. Take him out.” 

Comms were silent, with all eyes on the raider until.

“...You know what they say about snipers. Rhymes with...”

Stone bristled running through a mental list of possible punishments for McKinney, but kept her own steely silence to let Quinn concentrate and aim.

[FalloutZone]

Quinn's face was redder then red at this point and she could feel her anger growing big time.

Quinn had come close a lot to yelling at in the past but now? She was more than close. One more word from Mckinney and she was going to eat him alive.

Quinn crouched down and scowled. Her hands were shaking with emotional anger.

Quinn had a tendency to cling to Stone but she only did so in private unless she was feeling extremely vulnerable even so she liked staying close to the Paladin despite her terrible tendency to wonder off.

"Yes Paladin Stone." replied Quinn coldly. Quinn was always cold and ruthless when angered. 

Quinn ready her gun and got into position, "Got you..." mumbled Quinn tracking the raider only to be completely get caught off guard by McKinney's comment.

"Shut the fuck up! I'm trying to concentrate you fucking bastard!" swore Quinn.

Quinn breathed heavily.

Damn it!...

She was to angry to focus! Quinn bit her tounge hard. Blood filled her mouth and she was able to blow the raider's head off thanks to that despite the pain she was feeling now.

[DiaperRebel]

“Good kill, Wastelander.” 

That was Drew, quieter than his male counterpart, he lay next to Quinn scoping the shot and gave a thumbs up before papping her crinkly butt with sportsman-like praise and pushing back up to his feet. 

Drew was the first to describe Quinn’s condition as “waste landing” The newly defined nickname stuck. He saw it more as an easy relation between words than a way to put down Quinn. His duties with her were a tiresome chore, but he offered the fewest complaints. 

“Agreed.” Stone said, seeing the threat neutralized in a spray of red.

She pulled up the terrain map in her HUD. “10 clicks to the scouted vault entrance. We’ll get there with plenty of time to establish operations before nightfall. Let’s move.”

[FalloutZone]

Quinn sighed softly with relief and was glad for the praise from Drew.

She felt no annoyance with him whatsoever despite the fact that he came up with the nickname that she was now stuck with her.

Quinn blushed a little at Drew patting her bottom but it didn't feel mean and so she felt no anger nor did she feel worked up emotionally by it.

In fact she felt a bit more confident!

Quinn felt a little proud of herself upon hearing that Paladin Stone agreed with Drew.

"Yes ma'm!" stated Quinn making sure to keep up this time and stay close to Paladin Stone while occasionally looking about sometimes in a curious manner other times a more anxious manner.

Quinn bent down a little having seen something shiny, "Bottlecap." mumbled Quinn before quickly jogging back up to Stone.

[DiaperRebel]

A low sound of impatience eked from the towering armor, then a warning. 

“The only junk I should see you pick up, Initiate Quinn, is metal to craft your diaper pins.” 

Surprisingly, at times, large enough pins were hard to come by, and breaking Quinn of her habits was like teaching a deathclaw to sew. Beating two decades worth of compulsive scavenging was no easy feat. 

[FalloutZone]

Quinn frowned and pouted at that. It was hard not to pick up anything at all and Quinn didn't know if she could unlearn that habit.

Quinn sighed, "Yes ma'm."

The sky was getting darker and her diaper only got more wet.

Quinn moved her hand down to her stomach. She didn't feel well! She needed to go but couldn't! She probably did need some laxatives, "Fuck" mumbled Quinn quietly. Her stomach cramping up in pain.

Quinn was getting slower and slower each time her stomach grew more painful.

Quinn took a deep breath, "Paladin Stone," said Quinn blushing, "m-my stomach hurts."

Quinn knew she shouldn't complain but it was getting bad and she had to jog a few times now just to get back into position.

[DiaperRebel]

Stone halted their march and saw to it that they fell into a defensive huddle. 

“I can understand why.” She told Quinn. “Sitters from your squadmates have shown you haven’t had a BM in a while. Are you sure you can’t make it another klick? We’re almost to the objective site.” 

Sitters were terminized to categorize the daily reports briefed to Stone on the status of Quinn’s changed diapers. But Stone, as soon as she asked the question only needed to take one more look and know the answer. Her helmet bobbed. 

“Combat change. We’ll set you right. I’m proud of you, Quinn, for trusting us with this information.”

Decision made, and without further discussion, Stone had her squad advance into a nearby rocky outcropping and move into position as one. They kneel and provide cover while Stone deploys a changing mat on the dirt for Quinn. 

[FalloutZone]

Quinn felt nervous and ashamed that she had stopped the group but it was getting more and more painful! Yet even as she pushed slightly nothing was coming out.

Quinn was happy that Stone had decided to stop even if it meant slowing down the mission.

Quinn with a red face watched as Stone  pulled out a changing pad.

Quinn with a sigh walked over only to almost fall due to the cramping in her stomach. 

The only reason she hadn't landed on her face is due to her hand landing on Paladin Stone's shoulder for support.

Quinn taking a  deep breath laid down and awaited for help from Paladin Stone so her stomach wouldn't hurt anymore despite the high level of humility that was about to happen now.

[DiaperRebel]

Stone assisted easing Quinn down onto the mat, easily taking her weight in the armor’s large hands. 

 Stone exits the suit leaving it positioned to provide its own protective cover standing guard over the changing station.

Stone kneels, and in one quick motion unzips Quinn’s BoS recon suit to expose her grey onesie covered diaper buldge and her thighs to the air.

Stone’s fingers deftly unsnap the onesie crotch and flips it out of the way to pull down the protective panties as far as was needed to unpinn Quinn’s diaper. 

Stone was not surprised to find it wet, and once free to maneuver, lifts Quinn’s naked bottom into the air in her diaper changing position with one hand, holding out her open palm with the other. An X-lax suppository is placed there, readied by McKinney, and Stone immediately presses it home followed soon by another. 

Diaper drawn up, pins in place, panties tight, but outerwear left loose, Stone left Quinn for only a moment to re-enter her armor and returns to scoop her easily off the mat to cradle in her arms.

”Double time it.” Stone ordered. It was a race against the clock.

[FalloutZone]

Quinn blushed upon being helped by Paladin Stone.

Quinn watches the Paladin before closing her eyes a little.

Cold air. Quinn shivered badly. She hated this and tried her best to ignore what was happening.

She was successful until she felt the X lax going in.

The X lax hurt going in and Quinn couldn't help but yelp loudly in pain but she did her best not to squirm and make this any harder.

Being cradled by Paladin Stone always felt odd. A mixture of humiliation and comfort filled her. Quinn hated the way her suit was unzipped and loose.

She hated how her diaper and plastic pants was on display because the stupid grey onesie wasn't clipped back into place but she realised why.

Quinn kept quiet. The pain in her stomach was getting worse and she knew those pills were slowly working away now.

Ten minutes later Quinn couldn't help but grunt softly. Quinn started to mess herself. It was soft. Softer then it should. 

Quinn felt disgusted.

Quinn also knew there was a lot more to come.  Quinn panted and started to sweat a little unaware of anything around her right now as her eyes got hazy.

Quinn was messing herself on and off for the next thirty minutes.

The diaper was at bursting point and Quinn was tired.

The mess had spread to the front of the diaper as well causing the bulging cloth to bludge out even more. It was going to be a horrendous job cleaning Quinn and possibly the most horrendous yet.

Quinn whimpered softly. She felt incredibly uncomfortable and extremely vulnerable now, emotionally and mentally, tears were building up in her eyes but she didn't let them fall.

The only reason for them to fall at all is if anyone decided to say anything stupid in which case Quinn would turn her head to cry into Paladin Stone's chest but that all depended on if her team-mates decided to say anything stupid.

[DiaperRebel]

The run ends in the shadow of a gutted cliff face, soot stained slabs of metal jut from the loose rock and rubble, the locking cogs of the vault’s airlock stick up like broken teeth.  

Stopped and cradled in Stone’s power armor, Quinn’s bulging poopy diaper is right at McKinney’s eye level. His eyebrows raise and he whistles, impressed someone so small could pump out so much. 

“Dang, Quinn, no one can call you a POG now. Not after that shit. You’re the Queen of Grunts. QOG.” He struggled to pronounce as a decree. 

POG or, personnel other than grunts, was pre-war and used as a derogatory term in the Brotherhood to describe the Scribes, useless, in constant need of escort; so queen of grunts was high praise. 

Nonetheless, Stone holds Quinn closer seeing the affect it had. 

“Hang in there soldier. We need to get our ops set before we can change that Maggy.” 

Another military term, Maximum Absorbency Garment—maggy.

[FalloutZone]

Quinn glanced a little and looked at entrance to the Vault. It always gave her chills. It looked scary to her but her curiosity was in maximum overdrive or at least it would be if MicKinney hadn't of opened his damn mouth.

Quinn cried softly trying to keep her crying to a minimum as best she could but that only meant loud choking sobs and broken breathes.

Why did he have to be so much of a jerk?

The only shinning light throughout this was that her messy diaper was eye level to him.

Quinn didn't say anything except nodded a little in response to Paladin Stone and continued to keep her head down on the Paladin's chest as to hide her face and as humiliation as it was; for comfort.

Quinn knew that there were much more worse people in the Brotherhood then MicKinney but it still hurt a lot. Maybe even more from him because they were on a team together. 

She needed to toughen up big time but being alone for most of her life she didn't have a good grasp on how damaging words could be or how hurtful they could be either which meant she didn't have a thick skin like some.

A little bit more filled Quinn's stretched out diaper. It was wet and liquid like not solid or even soft. It wasn't going to be a walk in the park for who had to change or clean this diaper.

Quinn was sweating pretty badly thanks to the lax.

[DiaperRebel]

Stone watches as Quinn messes herself again, creeping the stain in her diaper higher. It was the biggest messiest diaper she’d seen to date, and she was a little thankful to have her suit’s environmental filters.

Jay and Drew are tag teaming moving away rubble. Scorch marks and cut lines of metal show where the recon team made their first breach; a large enough gap is cut through twisted, imploded steel that the team can wedge through, even Stone in her armor. 

Stone follows her squad in cautiously, vulnerable with Quinn in her arms, and McKinney guarded the rear, the eyes of her helmet flicked on in the dim light. 

“Alright listen up.” She said quietly, her armor rattling the catwalk in the airlock entrance. “The Recon team that cracked this vault found it pretty begnin.” She said. “Doesn’t mean we can let our guards down. No one goes down that elevator until our base of operations is set. Then, in the morning, we’ll start combing for any pre-war tech the Brotherhood can use or catalog. Get to it.”

With one arm still cradling Quinn, Stone began unpacking Quinn’s most important supplies her diapers. 

Stone let her un-diapered subordinates begin setting up gear and establishing their base camp, while she moved towards the side security office to try and find Quinn a little privacy for this particular change. 

She cleared a desk and spread a changing pad out on top then gingerly lowered Quinn onto it trying not to disturb her mess too much. 

“You’re a trooper, Quinn.” She hummed. “It must be chilly in here for you. Just a little longer and you’ll be all cleaned up.” 

Her voice shifted from electronic to natural as she parked her armor in the corner and stepped backwards out of its clanking egress mode. 

She approached the desk again, with only the smallest downturn in the corner of her mouth as she caught her first whiff of Quinn’s very stinky diaper, but she hid it nicely and began removing her Initiate’s uniform to keep it out of the way of her change. 

Stone picked loose the laces on Quinn’s boots and tugged them off, then guided Quinn’s legs out of her pants. Stone’s calloused hand rubbed gently against Quinn’s inner thigh trying to coax her legs open wider to give her enough room to work.

“I know this is hard.” She said as she began carefully sliding down Quinn’s plastic panties past her feet, exposing another potent whiff. “But you did the right thing today.”

Stone began unpinning the straining diaper. 

“You showed the strength of a Knight today, Star Cap, and you’re that much closer to becoming one.” 

With Quinn’s diaper loosened, Stone very carefully opens it up to lay it down keeping the big goopy mess inside. 

[FalloutZone]

Quinn was doing her best to calm down but it was hard considering the state that she was in even so she did her best not to make much of a noise as she glanced over at Jay and Drew briefly before closing her eyes once more.

Quinn was thankful for the privacy and opened her eyes now. Tears no longer falling despite how distraught she was still.

Being lowered down on the pad was hellish but she understood that Paladin Stone was being careful but she could feel the mush press up against her sinking into her skin and forcing more forward to the front and thus pressing against her most sensitive area. 

Paladin Stone's voice always gave her a sense of comfort even through difficult times and she couldn't explain why that was. Maybe it was due to the fact Stone looked after her and was the closes person she had as a role model or maybe it was something else? Quinn didn't think to much on the subject.

Quinn could only watch Paladin Stone exit from the big bulking power armour but it only provided a very slight distacting from the horrible mess that was down below that could easily be described as a swamp.

Quinn shivered as more coldness greeted her from the removal of her uniform properly and her boots leaving her exposed and helpless.

Quinn felt slightly comforted by the rub but understood the purpose and slowly moved her legs further apart only to wince as she felt the mess move. Quinn couldn't remember her messes ever reaching the front before. The feeling was horrific but unexplainable.

Quinn gave Stone a slight look unsure what to expect from the Paladin as her plastic pants came down causing her cloth diaper to sag freely showing itself off in a proud disgusting manner that only further humiliated and upset Quinn more.

Quinn looked at the Paladin with shock and chose to stay quiet instead of voicing her opinion or thoughts.

Quinn was stunned by that only to give Paladin Stone a slight smile, "Thank you, ma'm." replied Quinn softly not expecting the praise at all nor believing that she deserved it, "Paladin..." mumbled Quinn, "I slowed the group down today and I'm just worried about," sighed Quinn, "what if I continue to slow the group down? Or I lose focus? Do you really think I'll be able to catch up and focus more, ma'm?" asked Quinn who was insecure of herself thanks to the diapers and her many years of being alone in the wasteland. 

The smell filled the room and Quinn couldn't help but cover her mouth and nose from how atrocious it was! She halfed hoped that the smell would travel forcing that bastard to smell it but she wouldn't wish this on Drew or Jay at all.

Quinn felt ashamed and was doing her best to remain completely still. A little bit of pee escaped from her and dribbled down showing off the lack of control she had now to Paladin Stone.

[DiaperRebel]

Stone waits a beat longer to see if the diaper was needed for anymore then carefully begins bundling the cloth over itself to try and help contain Quinn’s mess.

She lifts Quinn’s legs and rocks her back to free her diaper before sliding it out to plop wetly in the wastebasket. 

“McKinney!” 

“Ma’am!”

“Get I’m here.” Stone ordered brusquely.

He jogged into the room and nearly gagged. 

“Take that wastebasket.” She growled. “And make everything inside clean enough to eat off of, or your ass is next.” 

The threat was clear, especially with Quinn still laying bottom’s-up smeared with her own dirty making.

“Y-yes, Paladin!” He ducked to grab the bin and hurried out of the room holding it far from himself to carry out his punishment detail and the worst of the smell away.

“I should just make him wear...” Stone muttered to herself, grabbing out some wipes for what was going to be a prolonged process.

As she was wiping Quinn’s curves, she considered her questions. 

“You won’t be in diapers forever Quinn.” She said balling up one wipe for another. “And I’ve made you dependent on this team for a reason. You’re starting to show true teamwork and that is one of the most vital skills a Knight must possess. You are considerate of how your actions affect others. You’ve proved that to me today.” She says, continuing to clean the mess off Quinn’s smooth skin. 

[FalloutZone]

Quinn stares at Stone and understood why the Paladin was waiting. Thankfully nothing else came out of her which meant she was closer to being rid of the horrendous diaper.

Quinn blushed a little as she watched Paladin Stone get rid of the filthy diaper and tried her best not to smirk upon hearing McKinney's name being uttered by the Paladin.

The entire thing was amusing to watch but she did feel a little bit of pity for McKinney despite his terrible behaviour at times. 

Quinn braced herself for the wipe down and watched as each wipe was balled up one after another.

"Mhm," hum'd Quinn thinking, "thank you ma'm that means a lot coming from you," paused Quinn, "I hope it won't be much longer but I guess it all depends on how long I should be in them and how much the team....kinda needs them?" said Quinn blushing, "I mean no one likes this at all but it does keep everyone together and I guess allows us to bond," sighed Quinn, "I don't like this but I'll keep wearing them for how long I need them to improve myself a-and I guess," continued Quinn, "until you feel the team has bonded enough and we can work together properly without fucking up, ma'm" added Quinn.

[DiaperRebel]

“You’re getting a little ahead of yourself.” Stone begins to lecture, tossing the last poopy wipe aside and smearing a glob of diaper cream between her fingers from the jar. 

“It’s true the team comes first,” She said, and reached between Quinn’s legs to start spreading the cream like finger paint.

“But remember it was /your/ actions not the team’s that have caused you to be in diapers 24/7. You’re still dealing with the consequences of your jet addiction, and will be for sometime as your body recovers.” Stone says, still rubbing in the cream until Quinn’s bottom is slick and glistening.

Stone replaces the cream jar with Quinn’s baby powder bottle. 

“Once your diapers are clean,” she starts shaking a handful of powder into her palm. “You’ll be clean, and you’ll stay that way... That’s an order.” She smirked, a little before astutely patting the cupped powder down on her charge.

[FalloutZone]

Quinn blushes brightly and sighed knowing she shouldn't of let her mouth ran like that at all.

Quinn was happy to see the jar of cream because that meant everything was nearly over and done with.

Quinn sighed upon feeling the coolness of the cream against her sore sensitive skin that was crying out for some care.

Quinn nodded a little, "I understand that ma'm." replied Quinn doing her best not to give much of an attitude to Paladin Stone right now.

It was embarrassing to essentially be as helpless as a baby but she guessed that was the point of all this and the diapers.

Quinn took long deep breath knowing full well that her diapers weren't going to be clean at all giving her lack of control, "Yes ma'm." replied Quinn unamused, "Sometimes I think you have way to much fun with this Paladin." added Quinn. 

She knew truthfully no one wanted this but sometimes she couldn't help but notice the amusement some of the Brotherhood had with her like this.

[DiaperRebel]

A ‘hrm’ and a wry smirk from Stone were the only hints Quinn received before her new diaper was spread out underneath her then folded up kindly.

Stone held one side of Quinn’s diaper fold against her hip, the clean pins sticking customarily from her mouth, then took one to began threading it through the diaper’s absorbent cloth. 

“You, know.” Stone said muffled around the other pin, before she took that one out next. “I do need you to find more pins for your diapers. Heck I’m sure the vault has a whole nursery full of...uh. Ya know, stuff for babies.” She finished that thought quickly not wanting to embarrass Quinn further.

She repositioned a fresh pair of Quinn’s plastic panties over her pristinely white diaper, and dressed her back up in her uniform, snapping and zippering up everything over her thickly absorbent crotch. 

“There.” Stone said, and couldn’t help herself giving that mound a hard pat before blushing furiously at what she’d done. She pulls Quinn up with a helping hand gruffly to hide it.

“Now let’s finish up base camp, get chow, then some much needed shut-eye. Whatd’ya say?”

[FalloutZone]

Quinn couldn't stop herself and giggled softly at the slight sound and wry smirk that Stone was now wearing.

Quinn relaxed and waited. It was so normal now all this! It was amazing how used she had gotten to having her diapers handled.

The Wastelander stared at Paladin Stone and blushed, "I'll have a look in the morning ma'm." replied Quinn softly. She understood how hard it was to get pins and they were running low. 

The thought of a nursery filled Quinn with a certain level of humiliation and dread that she couldn't quite comprehend yet.

Quinn hearing the zipper and feeling her diaper getting more tight around her knew that the dirty job was done.

Quinn blushed a little at the hard pat but didn't comment or make a fuss at all, "Food sounds good!" replied Quinn taking a hold of Stone's hand.

Quinn held Stone's hand a little longer than normal before letting go, "Sorry just feeling a bit unsteady is all, ma'm." stated Quinn with a nervous grin.

Quinn enjoyed having a closeness to Paladin Stone but it was a habit she needed to break or at least a habit that needed breaking in her opinion but her opinion rarely mattered nowadays and the only one that did was Paladin Stone's.

[DiaperRebel]

“Well, I mean if you need the support, soldier, I’ll..” Stone ceases her uncharacteristic stuttering to resolutely take Quinn’s hand to help her walk back. 

The squad watched the pair return, Quinn especially, as she  approached hand held, walking with her little freshly changed toddle she usually had when she was getting used to a new diaper. 

“Yay...” Jay said over her opened can of pork n’ beans when she smelled powder instead of poo.

Drew sat next to her stirring a steaming pot of Salisbury steak stew. 

“Look familiar, Paladin?” He asked good-humoredly, tipping the pot to show the unappetizing brown clumps of meat in the watery broth. 

Stone gripped Quinn’s hand supportively. “None of that, initiate unless you want to join your squadmate. Where is Mr. McKinney?”

Quinn’s teammates both pointed in unison to him still scrubbing away at Quinn’s used diaper in the far corner. 

“Good.” Stone said. “Tell him once he’s done with that diaper he can rinse the dishes.” 

She finds a place for Quinn and herself to sit around the camp stove, but instead of passing a steel mug for the stew, she unpacks a little jar and spoon from their supplies. 

“Quinn,” She starts, holding the jar a little bashfully while unscrewing the cap. “Medical Officer said that if you had problems like today. Feeding you this would help. It’s packed with supplements to keep the cleanse going since it’s extremely dangerous for you if it gets slowed down. Here...” She scoops up a spoonful and holds it out for Quinn. “Just try to keep a little down.” 

[FalloutZone]

Quinn couldn't hide her blush or the shyness she felt right now with Paladin Stone. 

What were these feelings she had?

She had no idea and simply put it down to the level of admiration she had for the Paladin.

Quinn smiled a little at Stone taking her hand and in return tighten her hold on the Paladin's hand.

She always felt safe like this yet she couldn't deny the oncoming embarrassment she also felt from this simple action especially as she walked along by Paladin Stone's side to the group toddling along like a child with their parent.

Quinn glared at Drew a little, "Seems like your more like McKinney then I realised." muttered Quinn quietly. She didn't appreciate the joke at all especially when it was aimed at Paladin Stone.

Quinn relaxed upon the supportive hold Paladin Stone had on her hand.

Quinn glances at the jar before looking at Stone with a uncertain gaze and a tight frown.

"I guess I don't have much of a choice." mumbled Quinn leaning forward slightly only to grimace at the smell before taking a bit off from the spoon only to spit it out instantly "What the fuck." swore Quinn almost gagging and looking at Paladin Stone with a desperate look.

"Could you ram that down my throat Paladin Stone, please? I don't think I'd be able to eat it otherwise." admitted Quinn quietly eyeing the jar nervously. 

[DiaperRebel]

Stone was focused downwards busily mopping the spit-up that had landed on Quinn’s uniform. 

She paused for a brief moment hearing Quinn’s request for care. She met her initiate’s gaze for confirmation and then nodded sternly. 

Before Quinn can change her mind, Stone stuffs her rag into Quinn’s collar to make a bib and then reaches to pinch her noise and slide the spoon all the way in and up.