Jet-lagged for Falloutzone (priv.)

[FalloutZone]

Quinn blushed. It was hard not to giving the fact that the Paladin was cleaning her up but at least the rest of the team didn't say anything about it.

Quinn took a deep breath. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to request such a thing but before she could even say anything the rag was already around her like a bib!

Quinn yelped a little at her nose being pinched and the spoon being shoved in her mouth.

Quinn swallowed the icky food but some did manage to get out still and slide down her chin onto the bib making a mess.

[DiaperRebel]

Stone scraped up the escaping food off Quinn’s chin and slipped it back in her mouth to swallow. 

She released her nose to pick up the jar again and get another spoonful.

“Do you think you can finish half?” Stone asked raising the spoon piled with mush again.

[FalloutZone]

Quinn whimpered slightly as the spoon scraped at her chin and went back into her mouth but at least this time it wasn't as bad.

Quinn stared and frowned, "I should be able to stomach it down." replied Quinn opening her mouth fully this time for Stone to feed her.

Hopefully she'd be able to get something to drink or swill her mouth out afterwards.

[DiaperRebel]

The spoon went in and Stone offered encouraging words as she fed Quinn, managing any slop back into her mouth to keep her bib relatively clean. 

McKinney returned plopping Quinn’s washed and waterlogged diaper on the side of the wastebasket to hang out to dry by the stove.

“Mr.Mckinney?” Stone begins, pulling the spoon from Quinn’s mouth during her feeding. “Go clean up the changing station in the security office. My armor is in there as well, so maintenance it. You have dishes after that.” 

He stood there haggard still drying off his wrinkled hands. “Yes, ma’am.” He shuffled off. 

Drew and Jay shared looks, they knew now not to go overboard with the teasing during a mission, not unless they wanted to be on Stone’s literal shit list. 

Stone emptied half the jar into Quinn’s mouth as promised before setting it aside. She pulled Quinn’s bib free and used a clean corner of it to wipe off any remaining goop on her face.

“All clean,” she says and tosses the rag in with the rest of the dishes. 

“Alright, I think it’s time we get some solid food in the both of us.” She thumps Quinn’s mug filled with stew next to her along with her canteen. “Then I’m catching a few of hours sleep before we get started in the morning.” Stone sips her stew. 

“McKinney has the first watch, ma’am?” Jay asks hopefully, as she stands with Drew to get their bedrolls. 

“...McKinney has the first watch!”

Stone relays loudly over her shoulder and he acknowledges accordingly with a groan. Stone shares a smug look with Quinn as she sips again from her mug. 

[FalloutZone]

Quinn disliked nearly every moment of her feeding except for the reassurance and encouraging words Paladin Stone gave to her. That alone made the horrible mush she had to eat worth it.

Quinn was doing her best or at least trying to do her best to eat the disgusting slop.  She knew she wouldn't of been able to feed herself it at all and was thankful for Stone's help.

Seeing McKinney return she couldn't stop herself from smirking slightly. She might be in diapers but at least she behaved decently or at least she behaved most of the time.

Quinn watched McKinney go off to the office. It must be hard but if she had missed that raider cause of his mouth the entire group might of been in serious trouble.

Quinn was glad to see that evil jar being put to one side! Only to blush a little at having her mouth wiped.

Quinn grins and nods eagerly, "Anything to get that taste out of my mouth, ma'm." replied Quinn only to grin smugly in return to Stone's own smug look. 

"So Paladin will I be taking watch tonight at some point or?" asked Quinn curiously.

Quinn happily ate the stew but something felt wrong? No. It wasn't that something felt wrong at all. 

Being in a new place and being a scavenger for two entire decades meant that she wanted to explore.

Quinn chewed on the fingernail of her pinky which was her go to sign for whenever she felt the urge to explore and moved closer to Paladin Stone because of that and hoping terribly so that she could ignore that urge right now especially giving how tired she felt.

Quinn placed her head down on Stone's shoulder, "Maybe I could go look around for some pins." mumbled Quinn as she chewed on her nail.

[DiaperRebel]

Whoa there...” Stone softly said supporting Quinn on her shoulder. 

“We’ll have time for that later. You’ll be in the final watch rotation after me, but for now...you definitely need some rest to recover.” 

She stood her up and held Quinn’s hand to guide her over to her packed roll. Stone kneeled down and rolled it out for her then took her hand again to gently coax her down onto it.

[FalloutZone]

Quinn sighed and nodded a little, "Okay ma'm." replied Quinn softly. Sleep sounded good.

Quinn wobbled for a moment as she was helped up by Stone.

Quinn rubbed her eyes and watched as her roll was rolled out for her.

Quinn with Stone's help slowly laid down on the bed roll. 

Quinn yawned loudly. Her legs spread and her diaper crinkling away each time she moved.

[DiaperRebel]

“Shhh...” Stone shushs, but kindly. They were still in a potentially hostile environment and didn’t want to attract undue attention.

She pulls a blanket over Quinn’s crinkly pants and made sure she was tucked in against the cold.

“Now you get better, Initiate. I’ll wake you up for last watch at 0400. Get some sleep.”

She tucked a wayward lock of hair behind Quinn’s ear and patted her before getting up to see to her own sleeping arrangements. 

[FalloutZone]

Quinn looked at Stone with tired eyes and felt surprisingly comforted by the 'shh' and quieted down.

Quinn blushed a little. The others didn't get tucked in but they weren't a 'Star Cap' like her. 

"Yes ma'm," said Quinn, "good night." whispered Quinn quietly before going straight to sleep missing Stone tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear.

Quinn slept soundly. Her diaper was wet but not messy yet. Quinn would go through at least two wettings before 4AM.

Quinn curled up during the night. The blanket half off her by 12AM showing off her wet diaper bottom causing her to whimper softly. Her stomach hurting a little which was the cause for her movements. Quinn was laying on her stomach rather than on her back as she should be.

[DiaperRebel]

A warm hand rests on Quinn’s back and Stone kneels down next to her. 

“Quinn?” Stone whispers softly so as to not wake the others. “Quinn... it’s time for your watch. How’s your diaper; do you need a change?” 

Her hand moves back to check.

[FalloutZone]

Quinn yawns slightly and looks up at Stone, "Mhm.." mumbled Quinn sitting up.

Quinn frowned slightly the moment Stone's hand wasn't on her back.

"Just wet ma'm." replied Quinn softly getting up.

"Has there been anything odd on your watch?" asked Quinn softly rubbing her eyes.

Quinn hoped that nothing was going to happen on her watch but she knew she needed to be careful and not get distracted.

[DiaperRebel]

Stone nodded to herself feeling Quinn’s diaper only slightly squish. 

“Feels like you can make it until morning.”

Stone grabbed Quinn’s rifle sitting propped beside them giving the energy cell and quick check before cranking it back in. 

“Nothing on my watch. I thought I heard a Mr. Handy or Protectron or something clanking about. That was around 0300. Nothing else since then.”

She holds out Quinn’s rifle. 

“Feeling good to take over?”

[FalloutZone]

Quinn blushed at the diaper check but shrugged it off. 

Diaper checks were normal and while it still took some effort to get used to them it wasn't as bad as before.

Quinn watched Stone and tried her best not to admire the Paladin to much but it was hard.

Quinn nodded "Right," said Quinn, "I'll keep a look out for anything else ma'm." replied Quinn taking the rifle.

"Mhm," hum'd Quinn, "pretty good, ma'm." added Quinn.

Quinn waited till Stone was asleep to start exploring a little. She knew she shouldn't but she was a scavenger!

Quinn made sure not to go to far from the group otherwise everyone could end up in danger and she didn't want to get a spanking or a punishment from Paladin Stone at all.

Yet...

Should she? No..

Maybe it wouldn't hurt?

Fuck...

Quinn took a deep breath, "Don't do anything stupid..." mumbled Quinn, "would it be so bad? Just to go down there briefly..." muttered Quinn nearing the entrance of the vault doors.

She wanted so badly to go through and explore! Maybe the office could keep her occupied?

Quinn went to the office where Stone had changed her. A computer sat on the desk.

Quinn quickly worked on the computer to put a temporary fix on her curiosity while listening out for any bad signs.

[DiaperRebel]

The first bad sign appeared on the terminal screen.

[Welcome to Vault 121’s Security Terminal. No Pip-boy Detected. User scan commencing.]

The terminal had certainly seemed standard at first glance, but now a flash from a small lens inserted in the top of its housing scanned Quinn before she even had time to react. An added security feature. This vault must have been one of the later ones completed right before the bombs fell. 

A vault boy appears wagging his cartoony finger with a mocking smile. Text appears underneath. 

[Scan: Completed; User Age: 2; Access: Denied; Terminal child lock activated. Adult supervision required. Please wait for assistance.] 

Just then the hydraulics from the door next to Quinn hiss to life.

[FalloutZone]

Quinn frowned.

What was going on? She had hacked into a few vaults before and never had this happen! User scan?

The flash blinded Quinn and she hoped it didn't wake anyone up!

Otherwise she would be in trouble for not doing her patrol properly!

Quinn stared at the animation only to see the words at the bottom.

"Child lock..."

Quinn's face turned bright red. The others were going have a field day with this.

Quinn grabbed her gun the moment she heard the hiss and back'd away.

The computer had embarrassed her, upset her and pissed her off! She wasn't a child!

Quinn steady herself ready to fire.

[DiaperRebel]

Out pops a trundling medic protectron from a dock hidden behind the locked door, arms outstretched crackling with electricity.

Quinn’s long-barreled energy rifle puts her in an unique disadvantage in close combat and the medic-tron seeing the threat, quickly swings to punch a shock of electricity into her. 

The security office exit seals with another heavy metallic slide  and clanks with a lock. Lockdown procudures were in effect with silent alarms being sent directly to the vault’s overseer- when it had one. 

A robobrain on treads is not too far behind the protectron. It scoots in from the revealed corridor, but dressed oddly in a little apron and painted with chipped pink and blue pastel colors. It holds up a rubber pacifier in its flexible arm and proceeds to try and pop it in Quinn’s mouth assuming a lost baby would need soothing after being left scared and crying for 205.6 years. 

[FalloutZone]

Quinn knew she was in trouble.

Her weapon was not meant for short range combat like this!

Quinn screams out in pain from the shock and falls to the floor.

Quinn's wet diaper becomes wetter.

Tears quickly fall from the pain and fear she was now experiencing.

Quinn spat the paci out of her mouth and glared at the machine but the shock had hurt her badly and suddenly everything went black for Quinn the pain knocking her out.

[DiaperRebel]

Pacified in more ways than one, Quinn is trundled away from her still sleeping squad, her cries and her struggles muffled behind the locked-down door.

Quinn is cradled, held tight in the robobrain’s arms as it coos soothingly in it’s robotic monotone to the ‘baby’ in its arms. 

It treads into a tucked away freight elevator seemingly designed to accommodate the many robots moving about in the vault. They descend and pop out from a cleverly disguised closet, tucked away in a baby blue and pale yellow themed vault-tec nursery. 

The robobrain deposits Quinn on the changing table, but of course, her larger size makes it hard to accommodate her, and her legs are left hanging limply off the end as the nanny robo meticulously picks away her layers of unauthorized clothing for a two year-old, leaving her in just her wet diaper and plastic panties. 

The bot hesitates, scanning and calculating the dimensions of the baby’s diaper before trundling off to the medical clinic and returning with the proper size. 

It makes quick efficient work of Quinn’s diaper change after that, and plops her wet one in the nursery’s diaper pail before getting her cleaned up and sanitized for powdering.

The powder settles in a big fluff, and the big baby’s diaper is pinned in place then wetness protected by ballooning plastic panties.

The bot struggles again with sizing of a vault-themed footed sleeper for the baby. So again, it trundles off and quickly returns with a standard issue jumpsuit it rips into the shape of a onesie so it can zip the baby up inside and neatly pin the lower fabric over her bulging diaper. 

With the baby still sleeping, the bot carries her to a nursery crib and wedges her big diapered bottom inside. It’s comically too small, and it fits her barely between the bars with her arms and legs dangling  over the sides. 

The nanny spins the mobile above, makes sure the baby’s pacifier is in place, then goes about its duties tidying up the nursery as the baby sleeps.

[FalloutZone]

Quinn did not awake not even once through the entire humiliating process that the bot had put her through.

The only signs of life coming from from Quinn was her chest going up and down along with the slight whimpers as she slept.

Quinn suckled on the pacifier during her sleep. The Wastelander awoke slowly and stared up in a daze like manner staring at the spinning mobile.

A few more sucks on the pacifier along with the ache in her arms and legs told her that something was wrong.

Quinn spat the pacifier out and glanced at the room. 

She was in a nursery.

Quinn not liking the idea of being trapped in one got out of the crib. Her soiled and wet diaper bulging out big time. The makeshift onesie stretched.

It was difficult and painful to get out of the crib due to her slight injured ankle and the way she had been positioned.

Quinn could see a door but there was no computer on this end only a big huge window allowing her to see outside.

Quinn could see one or two air vents and knew that was her way out and maybe even her only way out.

Standing, looking and thinking might of not been so bad if her ankle didn't hurt so much! Quinn with not much of a choice sat on the floor and for the first time stared at what she was wearing in horror.

It wasn't that far from the grey onesie she had to wear but in this setting? Everything seemed different. Quinn was a Knight in training not a baby! And she wanted so badly to shout and swore but she didn't because of one solid reason.

She was utterly defenseless right now without any weapons or her team but she was also helpless because of her diaper and sprined ankle.

Quinn's thoughts turned to Paladin Stone. Would Stone rescue her? Would Stone think she wondered off? Or worse ran off to be a junkie?

Tears quickly formed in Quinn's eyes. She wanted Paladin Stone! 

Tears soon enough fell due to Quinn's fear of abandonment and on the fact that she hadn't been this far away from her Paladin at all. She might wonder around but she always made sure that the Paladin was in her eyeline but now? Now she wasn't.

Quinn sat on the floor in a dirty diaper and crying couldn't even think right now about what to do because of how lost she felt.

[DiaperRebel]

Shafts of light filter in through the cracks in the entrance to the airlock. They move across the Paladin’s eyelids, tugging her awake. She immediately bolts upward seeing the sun is far higher than it should be. Her dedicated, but overworked team still lay dozing, their bodies’ grateful for the chance to sleep-in without a wake up call.

Stone immediately calls them to action fearing the worst for Quinn. The initiates are jolted upright, falling over themselves, struggling to grab weapons and gear.

Stone, rifle in hand, storms to the obvious change in the room. The security door is closed. She tries it, locked, so she looks through the window and sees the opened corridor within. She’s furious. 

“That brat!” 

Stone hits the sturdy glass with her rifle butt to no effect, her armor remains trapped inside. 

“She thinks she’s being too controlled? She thinks she can scout ahead for her own shits and giggles? Well there’s going to be plenty of shits and absolutely no giggles once I get my hands on her-what?!”

Jay quietly pointed to Quinn’s rifle left scattered on the floor. All of Stone’s anger turned instantly to icy fear. She became eerily quiet.

“...Get your gear.” She ordered, her voice going deathly calm. 

”We’re going in.”

*

Wheels whiz up behind the tearful Quinn, and a caring robo nanny scoops her up in its tube-like arms. 

It cradles her close, and miscalibrating the state of the baby’s poopy diaper, begins bouncing her on its side trying to calm her down. 

“There. There.” It whirs, shifting Quinn again bringing up a bottle filled with baby formula, wrongfully interpreting Quinn’s sad tears of frustration and shame as simply the cries of a hungry baby.

[FalloutZone]

Quinn had no knowledge of what was going to happen to her right now as she felt the cold mechanical arms of the robot lift her up.

Quinn hated this! The only person who ever held her in such a way was Stone! She wasn't going to allow a dumb robot that privilege at all!

Yet she needed to stop crying and calm down first.

Quinn yelped and squirmed, "PUT ME DOWN YOU PIECE OF FUCKING JUNK!" screamed Quinn loudly trying to kick at the nanny bot that was trying to care for her.

"Gah!" shouted Quinn as the rubber nipple was pushed into her unexpecting mouth.

Quinn refused to suck and continued to thrash about her injured foot landing hard on the metal, "Fuck." swore Quinn hearing a dreadful click in her foot which meant that she would need a bit of rest and medical care now for her injured foot.

 

[DiaperRebel]

The mechanical nanny clumsily drops the bottle to administer a small shock from its wobbly arm to Quinn’s bare thigh. 

“Bad. Baby. Bad.” It warns. The bot follows protocol and scans the sensitive area for any excessive damage it may have caused. A warning flashes indicating the baby’s ankle. 

“Boo. Boo.” The robot chimes, trundling with the fussy smelly baby in its vice-like grip out of the nursery and down the short hall to the medical clinic where a white coated Dr. Handy lazily floats. 

“Ah! A patient!” The bot bobs happily, its three-eyed lenses focusing in on Quinn and registering her in her jumpsuit as a resident of Vault 121. The very first resident in fact! Her single identification number blinks alone on the doctor’s internal roster.

Prior to today the poor floating eager-to-please sphere had only interacted with construction contractors and project managers, but never actual customers! It hovers excitedly closer to better diagnose.

“I detect a small hairline fracture in your ankle.” Dr. Handy announces before a pop crackles from its side. “Anomaly!”

Quinn’s pooped diaper was picked up by its volatile scanners. This was a blaring discrepancy! The presence of the nanny bot, the patient wearing a heavily used diaper, but her age indicating this stage of her development should have been completed.

“...A second babyhood?” The bot tried to conclude before hastily filing that away. “No matter! Here at Vault 121 we accommodate any method with which our residents decide to cope with the outside world’s nuclear apocalypse.”

A ding emanates from its sphere. 

“There, I have registered you for some time in the Tranquility Loungers to help with your choice, of therapy. Dr. Handy’s orders! Now let’s get that ankle wrapped.” It floated around opening drawers for a compress.

[FalloutZone]

Quinn yelped loudly in pain. Piss filling her already used diaper.

Quinn lays in the bots arms stunned that she got shocked by it!

She wanted a change badly! She wanted Stone! Quinn glared at the bot in a hateful manner but didn't dare kick it again out of fear that she would receive another shock.

Quinn wriggled and squirmed in the bots grip only to see a Dr.Handy. 

This wasn't going to be good.

Quinn's face turned bright red, "No! Not a second babyhood! I'm twenty two! Nearly twenty three! I do not want or need a second babyhood." argued and complained Quinn distraught but at least her ankle might get fixed.

"Tranquility loungers? Wait? What do you mean? What are these Tranquility Loungers?" asked Quinn worried and a little fearfully.

Quinn didn't care about anything else right now. She wanted out of the robot nanny's arms and away from Dr.Handy but that was impossible right now.

Quinn took a deep breath and yelled from the top of her lungs, "PALADIN STONE! HELP!" 

Quinn coughed. Her throat felt tight from screaming that loudly but it was the best she could do right now giving the fact that she was helpless, injured, stuck in a dirty and wet diaper while being cared for like a baby by a stupid 'nanny bot'

Quinn blushed deeply as she felt a movement within her and in a matter of moments her diaper expanded again.

Unfortunately for Quinn the new load she had made had managed to push the rest forward to the front of her crotch. 

Quinn just hoped that she wouldn't be stuck in the dirty diaper for long but that depended on if the robot changed her at all or if her team be able to find her.

[DiaperRebel]

“Yes, yes, you’ve chosen the terrible twos I see.” The floating doctor said wrapping her ankle.

“Not to worry, not to worry, your lounger is being reconfigured as we speak to suit your particular needs. It will help you transition into this post-apoplectic phase of things I assure you.”

He secures her wrap then bobs up with shock at her yell. 

“Baby, do be careful! You can damage your throat that way! Now where is your pacifier. Ah.” It finds it caught in the nanny’s treads. The doc bot plucks it up and sanitizes it, but pauses as its ocular senses focus downwards detecting the expanding motion in the adult baby’s diaper.

“Oh my, yes indeed, yet another one of the baby’s oopsies to record it seems. Now listen to your doctor, and take your pacifier, baby, you really need to calm down.” 

The bot bobs and weaves trying to maneuver the nipple in, but all it took was another quick shock by Quinn’s nanny to have her open her mouth and the doctor to popped it in. He used a quick wrap of surgical tape on one of its many arms to try and keep it in place.

Good for you!” He says triumphantly. “Now I have just been informed the lounger is ready to take care of you. I transfer you into the care of its capable hands... er multiple spindly arms.” 

The doctor spins away and the robo nanny rumbles up again on its track to carry Quinn out of the clinic. 

Energy weapon fire crackles down the adjacent hall along with the loud falling thunk, then explosion of a protectron.

[FalloutZone]

Quinn glares hard at the medical robot, "Terrible twos..." repeated Quinn simply staring at the Handy with a pissed off look, "Look here you dumbarse machine I'm not two! I don't pick anything! I demand to be let the fuck go!" shouted Quinn again her voice squeaking a little because of the strain.

"No. Look here now I don't want any of this, you got it," seethed Quinn, "you both better put me down or else." hissed Quinn glancing towards her injured foot that was now being wrapped.

Quinn's face lit up red again at the mention of her accident, "Stupid machine." hissed Quinn.

Quinn yelped upon receiving another shock and decided to punch the nanny bot, hard, "Ow!" yelped Quinn holding her hand close to her chest as her knuckles bled a bit.

Quinn glared hard at the Dr.Handy, "MHM!"

Quinn was doing her best to pick at the tape. It shouldn't be that difficult!  The paci forced Quinn's cheeks to expand somewhat because of the bulb. A slight bit of drool dripping down her chin.

Quinn wriggled once again in the nanny robot's hands as she heard the explosion!

Quinn knowing that her team wasn't far away and used all her strength to kick the nanny bot hard and managed to roll onto the floor. 

Unfortunately the pain in her injured foot and hand was intense! Her other foot was bleeding as well thanks to kicking the nanny.

Quinn got up and leant against the wall for support and balance. The shock from earlier had hurt a lot and made her weaker.

 She couldn't afford another shock especially not with her team so close by otherwise she would be out of it and at the mercy of the Nanny bot and whatever the lounge is supposed to be.

Yet she couldn't move. Her feet hurt. Her hand hurt. Her body hurt. All she could do is hope her team would get her before anything else happened.