The Diapering of Liz

[Sarah Penguin]

was fun her mom is a joy & treasure kind of wonder if her neighbors might call CPS after the yard changing shenanigans.

[YourFNF]

2 hours ago, widowmaker said:

I am keeping a few chapters as a buffer.  Just about done with seven.  At any rate, here is the next chapter for all of you.

FOUR

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END FOUR

That's it for chapter four.  Hope you folks enjoyed it.  All questions and comments are welcomed.  Thank you for reading this.

 

I'm really hoping she put a "halt and catch fire" routine on the hell bitches machine.... Now run kid!!! Get the fuck out of there!!!

[widowmaker]

Feeling generous so here is the next chapter. 

FIVE

“I need you to fix my computer and I don’t want to hear any lip from you either or I’ll make you regret it! You will fix it or I will take you for a nice long walk through all the popular spots in the mall wearing a messy diaper and a very very short skirt. I’ll make sure all the cool kids see you dressed like a baby with a messy diaper on and a pacifier in your mouth! Now fix the damned thing!” It was damned tempting to destroy it out of spite instead of fixing it for her.

 

My diaper made me waddled and crinkled loudly enough to be heard through the jeans with each step. Once in her room I was able to see that her system was close to crashing for good. Her browser was locked onto about ten adult sites and was downloading junk from each one. She had advertisements for Viagra and adult sex toys as well as numerous invitations from adult sites wanting her to join them. My programs had worked better than I had anticipated and it was hard to not laugh.

 

I sat down in front of the computer and typed in a few commands to get an idea how far along the process of crashing the system was. The hard drive was about 15 gigabytes from being completely full. She had maybe another 20 minutes before the system reached capacity and crashed. I turned and looked at her as she stood behind me watching everything I did to her computer. “I have a special disc in my room that can stop this attack before it destroys your computer. It has some custom software I wrote a year ago to stop this type of attack. I’ll get it and be right back to work on this mess.”

 

With disc in hand I returned to fix the ailing computer. Once the disc started running the programs on it the attacks slowed down and eventually stopped. It took a few minutes to get rid of the majority of the spyware and malware on the system. She had managed to pick up some nasty viruses as well and I had to get rid of those as well. It took time to trace down and remove every piece of spyware and malware on her system and get rid of it. The viruses were easy to stop but the rest was tricky. Over the course of four hours I dribbled a constant stream into my diaper and it began to get thicker and heavier.

 

I ended up removing almost 250 gigabytes of garbage from the hard drive and had to run a defrag to clean the computer the rest of the way. While it was doing things in the background I updated the security software on the computer. After another hour of work the system was finally running correctly again. By this time my diaper was in need of being changed again. I just hoped she would not choose to change me out on the front lawn where everyone could see me getting a diaper change.

 

“It’s fixed now. You need to be careful where you go and what you download off the internet since a lot of those programs drop spyware into your computer so they can steal personal information such as card numbers, passwords, bank account numbers and other personal information. They also slow your computer down and overload you with garbage while they steal any information worth anything.. They can also destroy your system by overloading your hard drive or messing with motherboard settings. I need to change now and then I want to get out for a bit.”

 

My mother looked at me suspiciously for a minute then let me go to get changed. She of course supervised my diaper change and made me put a pampers diaper on this time and replace the ones in my pack with more pampers. She double checked my pack to make sure I had wipes, spare diapers, and plastic bags for the used diapers. She said nothing about my laptop and likely thought it was still running the crap she put in it yesterday.

 

It was my intention to escape to the library for a few hours to get away from her insanity. I had hidden three of the regular small sized adult diapers in another part of my pack and would out on one as soon as the diaper I had on needed changing. I like the pampers but would rather save them for playing around in. Mom stopped me at the front door for one last diaper check. She made me lower my jeans down and then proceeded to check for wetness by slipping a finger into the diaper. She had made sure we were just outside the front door so everyone in the neighborhood could see me.

 

She let me go and then called out to me. “Don’t forget to change your diaper right away if you mess it! Also, be home by five as we have errands to run!” I so wanted to hit for this but again it would do more harm than good. I wished once more for someone to talk to about the whole mess but she had made sure I had no one to talk to. Even Mrs Clark was not allowed to talk to me anymore.

 

The 20 minute walk to the library was humiliating as numerous people laughed at my shirt and my pack and my jeans when they got close enough to read the logo on them. I was eer so glad to get to the back of the library and into a corner where no one could easily spot me. I got set down at a small table in the back corner and got my laptop setup and ready to go. At least back here no one would see me and say anything to me.

 

With my machine set up and working good again I began making another death match map for my unreal game. The process for this was lengthy and would take me several hours just for a simple map. And this one was not small or simple. I had numerous doors, jump points, elevators, and teleporters as well as hidden areas. From start to finish the map would take me close top a week to finish and it was going to be a great six player map.

 

My watch beeped to let me know it was time to shut down and start for home. I would however need to stop in the restroom and change again or risk a leak. I had been drinking way too much lately and was going to have to cut back on the fluids. The library was open for a few more hours but I had to go run errands with my mother and get humiliated some more by her.

 

The diaper was again soaked and heavy as it forced me to waddle a little bit. As I packed everything up carefully so as to not wreck any of the diapers in the pack. After that I waddled to the restroom to change before heading for home and more punishment from my sadistic mother. The bathroom was full so I had to wait for a stall to open up and my diaper was getting any drier. Once a stall opened I went in and made quick work of changing and cleaning up. The tapes made a loud noise as I pulled them from the plastic and I thought I heard muffled laughter outside the stall.

 

The soaked diaper fell to the floor with a loud plop so I bent over and picked it up real fast before rolling it into itself and taping it shut most the way. I left room to shove the used wipes into it and then fasten the last tape. I unfolded a fresh diaper and got it on as it crinkled loudly through the small restroom. Once this was done I pulled up my jeans and put the wet one in a plastic bag and then into my pack.

 

I opened up the door to see a girl that almost everyone in town hated. Susan Jenkins was three years older than me and almost a foot taller too. She loves to spread gossip about anyone and is bully as well. She takes great delight in hurting others for the fun of it. She is still only in the ninth grade due to being flunked so many times and kicked out at least twice. I consider her to be a big pain in the ass type of person and try to avoid her as much as I can.

 

He laughed at my shirt, backpack and jeans as I washed my hands and prepared to leave the restroom. “Looks like you finally admitted what we all of us already suspected! About damned time you admitted you are nothing more than a baby!” She cut me off as I tried to leave the restroom without saying anything to her. “Please just let me go. I don’t want any trouble.” She laughed and then shoved me hard into the wall. After that she punched me in the stomach and stole my backpack while laughing at me and taunting me with names.

 

She opened my pack as I started to get off the floor and catch my breath. “Well let’s see just what you have in here little baby!” Without warning she dumped out all my diapers and changing supplies onto the floor along with the used diaper I had in the pack. My laptop started to slide out and so I made a desperate lunge to try and save it. She tossed my pack on the counter and then kicked me as hard as she could in the face. The kick sent me flying backwards in pain into the wall behind me where I bounced off it and fell to the floor dazed and hurting.

 

I made another attempt to get up and and was kicked again. “Oops! Widdle baby should watch where it crawls to! I managed tog et to my feet while she looked over my Alienware laptop. She saw this and punched me in the stomach hard as she could three times so I could not call out for help. “Sit your diapered ass down baby! I’m not done looking over my new computer just yet. Another kick left me in too much pain to even stand and I curled up on the floor into a ball of misery for a few moments.

 

“Thanks for the new computer diaper baby! Tell you what, give me your password and I wont have to stomp you into the ground and then tell everyone about you wearing diapers.” I barely managed to get out a single statement to her I hurt so bad. “Fuck you.” She went ballistic on me. A couple of kicks to the head all but knocked me out. She grabbed my jeans and pulled them off then laughed at the sight of me wearing a diaper. When I tried to stop her from stealing my $3000.00 Alienware laptop by grabbing her she let loose on me again and di not settle for a few kicks this time.

 

She stomped and kicked on me for what seemed an eternity before she was finally out of breath. That diaper looks so cute on you! I bet you go home and drink from a bottle and enjoy shitting and pissing yourself all the time and cant wait to get home and have mommy change you and put you to bed in a stinky diaper! I always knew you were a baby and now everyone else will as well!”

 

When she grabbed my laptop and power supply I tried one more time to stop her from stealing it. This time she screamed in rage and started deliberately trying to kill me by stomping on my rib cage as hard as she could and then kicking me in the face as well. When she stopped to catch her breath I had no strength to move and could barely breathe. Blood came out of my mouth from broken off teeth and from deep inside me as well. She pulled a pocket knife out and tried to cut my throat but had no real idea how to do it right or I would be dead now. It hurt like hell and blood went everywhere from the deep cut. A moment later she walked out with my laptop while In lay in a pool of my own blood.

 

I tried to move but my legs would not work and I had no real strength left in me. My whole world was nothing but pain and blood. Every movement brought stars to my eyes and threatened to knock me out. The door handle was impossible for me to reach and I was getting light headed as well. I’m pretty sure I was dying. I tried to get enough air into my lungs to scream for help but coughed up more blood instead. Barring a miracle I was going to die on the floor of the restroom. I thought I heard a voice at the door but I was starting to fall asleep for what I was sure would be the last time.

 

The head librarian had seen Susan walk out of the restroom in a hurry with a laptop and thought she saw red footprints on the carpet for a moment. Susan had vandalized the restrooms in the past and so the head librarian suspected she had done so again as she walked over to the restroom to inspect the damage. What she saw was a sight she would never forget for the rest of her years. Laying on the floor in a pool of blood was a dead little girl. She thought the girl was dead until one of her hands moved a little. “Oh my God!”

 

Alice yanked the door oepn and screamed as loud as she could, " JANE! Call 911! We HAVE A LITTLE GIRL IN HERE BLEEDING TO DEATH!" She knelt next to me and saw the knife wound in my neck. "Oh hell!" She grabbed paper towels and did her best to stop the bleeding and to keep me awake until police and paramedics arrived to take over. The poor police officer about lost his lunch when he saw me. The paramedics went into overdrive speed to save me.

 

The paramedics worked on me for a good 20 minutes before they felt I was stable enough to transport to a hospital. On the way out On a gurney we passed Mrs. Clark who instantly recognized me. "OH shit! LIZ! " The police pulled her and her son to the side to asked her questions they needed to know while the paramedics put me in the ambulance.

 

With the severity of my injuries the police gave them an escort at top speed. I flatlined on them twice and they were pumping plasma into me as fast as they could to keep my blood pressure up. I was told I looked like a broken porcelain doll when they found me. I was pale and my face was distorted, swollen and bleeding around the eyes and out the mouth. My left eye was swollen shut and the bones around the eye were broken up pretty badly. My nose was broken badly and setting at the wrong angle as well.

I was told later that it took the doctors almost 37 hours to put me back together again in emergency surgery. I received 11 units of blood and had artificial platelets injected into me as well. Roughly half my ribs were broken and my back had been knocked out of alignment in numerous locations. I had nine stitches in my throat and a hell of a lot more inside of me. My right lung had been punctured in two places and the internal bleeding from all over was bad.

 

The nose was an easy fix but the eye socket was tricky and slow going. My right leg was broken in three places and my right arm was broken in two places. I was lucky to be alive they later told me. Three of their best trauma surgeons worked on me and it was touch and go for a while. I was in a coma for almost a week before I woke up again. The doctor and nurses had left me in diapers and were worried about possible brain damage for a while. Every bit of the surgery was recorded and would be used as evidence in the criminal case against my attacker.

 

Mrs clark called my mom as did the police but she did not care. She only told them that someone else could deal with the little baby. Mrs. Clark hung up and immediately called social services to file a report of child abuse and endangerment. My mother had bragged to her about the punishment she was giving me and thought it was a perfect way to treat me for wearing diapers. The attack was my fault as well somehow and and she told Mrs. Clark she wanted nothing more to do with the diaper wearing baby and if she was that concerned about me then she could have me.

 

Mrs. Clark had recorded the entire phone conversation and submitted the tape to the police as evidence of child abuse by my mother. When Child services did nothing Mrs. Clark went their office in person with as much information as she could get her hands on. The listened to the tape recording and immediately assigned a caseworker to look into the allegations. The poor man was in for a hell of shock when he met me.

 

Mr. gregory from child welfare walked into the hospital to talk with the staff about me as part of the investigation. All the nurses wanted to hang my mother after what they had heard and the doctors were willing to help. Mr. Gregor looked over the laundry list of injuries and the at all photographic evidence submitted by the doctors and police as well. Mr. Gregory was a bit pale after reading the reports and seeing the photos of me laying near death on the restroom floor.

 

It did not take the man long to get back to his office and set a chain of events into motion real fast. The pictures of me in just my bloody diaper and with the jeans saying Diapered and loving it while her shirt read, "Loading zone" with the arrow pointing to her diapered region. The blood stained backpack found at the scene contained her spare diapers and changing supplies and said, "Liz’s diaper Bag on it in big black letters. To Mr. Gregory, this was a clear cut chase of child abuse. He had enough evidence at this point to get a warrant for the arrest of my mother.

 

I finally woke up later in a comfortable bed and had all sorts of machines hooked up to monitor me. My entire body was a dull ache and I guessed that a pain killer was in my IV to ease my pain. I turned my head a little and it hurt. One eye was still swollen shut and covered with bandages. I had a cast on one arm as well and my nose had an oxygen tube in it.

 

I was about to try to find a call button when a nurse walked in on her rounds and saw me awake. She smiled gently at me. "Hello, honey. Do you know your name?" "I should hope so. It’s Elizabeth, but everyone just calls me Liz. I’m going to guess that I’m in a hospital." Thats’ right, honey. "The last thing I remember was dying on the restroom floor at the library." She smiled and checked my vital signs. "You were in real bad shape when they brought you in to us. They had to work on you in emergency surgery to help fix you up." It all came back to me in a rush and I winced. The taunting. the beating. The theft of my laptop. Susan attempting to cut my throat.

 

I sat up real fast at that point, mad as hell. "That fucking bitch! She stole my laptop!" OW!" I fell back down in bed just as fast and in alot more pain. I felt white hot searing pain hit my back and I screamed as I arched my back in agonizing pain. During the process I loaded and flooded my diaper. I was trying to catch my breath as the nurse hit a panic button for help from an emergency doctor on call. She was saying something to me and her face was full of fear. It took a minute for me to catch my breath and to be able to understand what she was saying to me.

 

The doctor and two other nurses came into the room as fast as they could while I lay sobbing in pain and catching my breath. I managed to tell them what hapend as I was changed into a fresh diaper and the doctor looked very concerned. I was cleaned and chenged then taken straight to X-ray where they took numerous pictures of my back to find out what had caused the painful spasm of the muscles. They finished the last picture and another bad spasm hit. I screamed in pain and blacked out.

 

When my eyes opened again I was back in my bed in the ICU. I could feel bandages in a couple of places on my back so I assumed they had to do more surgery on my back to fix something. The nurses later told me that there had been bone splinters pushing on the nerves in my spine and they had caused the sudden spasms and agonizing pain I had been hit by. It made me wonder just exactly how bad I had been hurt when they brought me in.

 

On my third day in the ICU they let me have visitors for a few minutes. Mrs. Clark came in and smiled at me. “Welcome back from the land of the dead.” I hugged her as best I could considering how banged up I still was. She visited me every day and kept me informed on everything that had gone down. The police had arrested my mother and charged with child abuse so she was in jail right now and waiting to for a trial date.

 

Susan was in jail as well on charges of attempted murder and theft. Her parents were pissed at me for putting their precious sweet little angel in jail. She was no angel in my book and if I had a pistol and five minutes alone with no witnesses I’d shoot her in the knees, the shoulders, and the groin as well so she could live a life in pain and diapers herself.

 

I was finally allowed to leave the hospital after 10 weeks. My spinal injury had permanently robbed me of almost all my bladder and bowel control so now the diapers were not just for fun anymore. I left the hospital in a wheelchair and was only allowed to stand for short periods of about two minutes at a time. It would take time to get my strength back again and to begin walking and eventually even running and riding a bicycle again.

 

School had already started when I was released from the hospital but Mrs Clark had taken care of all the arrangements and made sure that I was not going to have any issues with starting school late this year. Since a normal wheelchair was impossible for me to use they gave me one that was motorized and would allow me to get around more efficiently while stuck in the chair healing. My good laptop was in the police evidence to be used as evidence in the attempted murder trial of Susan.

 

Mrs. Clark had somehow managed to get custody of me since my mother was in jail. She was very patient and kind to me. She never once raised her voice to me and made sure I was very careful about getting in and out of the chair. She took me to a clothing store and helped me pick out new clothes then joined me in burning the derogatory clothing my mother had me wear.

 

All of my shirts were nice and the best one of all was a DIO shirt from his Sacred Heart tour. I loved that shirt. “I saw that shirt and knew you liked to listen to his music so I had to have it for you. I got lucky several years ago and saw him in Chicago when he was still touring with Black Sabbath and Accept. That was a fun show and I got to see him again on tour for his Strange Highways release. Good shows.”

 

All of my clothes fit perfectly and she made sure my jeans were loose enough to conceal my diaper and not be hard to pull down to change myself as needed. I even got a new backpack as the old one was being held as evidence against my mother. I promised to burn it if they gave it back to me.

 

The day before starting school I had another bad back spasm. Thomas woke up fussy and wanted out of bed and to be changed as well. I stood up and regretted it instantly. My back screamed at me and dropped me back into the chair in tears from the spasm. Thomas reached through the bars of his crib looking confused at seeing me crying in pain and sitting in a wheelchair trying to catch my breath. He reached out and gently touched the side of my face and I winced in pain from the touch.

 

Thomas does not speak very much but what he said conveyed a lot of emotion and confusion. "Hurt?" I smiled as best I could at him. "Yes. I got hurt really bad, honey. Still healing a bit and still sore in places. I’ll be alright in a few months though. Now let’s get you changed and then see if your mom can come get you down as I can’t lift you for a while yet. His diaper was defiantely in dire need of changing and it took a lot of wipes to get him cleaned up and then changed. He yawned so I rolled out and got a bottle from the kitchen from him then came back up the stairs in the lift and then into his room with it. He took the bottle and then laid down and soon was sleeping again.

 

With Thomas taken care of it wa time to take care of my own change before it got any worse. After a quick stop for a package of wipes and a fresh diaper I made my way to the bathroom for my own change. I had everything set and ready before standing up slowly and carefully so as to not risk another back spasm. My bad arm hurt a bit but taking it slowly I managed to get cleaned and changed into a fresh diaper.

 

In the end though, I had to have some help From Mrs. Clark asmy legs were threatening to give out. She finished taping me up carefully and making sure the fit was good. When she was satisfied she carefully lifted me off the floor and back into my chair. The chair had special pads in it that she had made for me to ease my sore back and sitting in it helped ease the constant dull ache in my back.

 

My first court date with Susan was in one week and her parents had hired her some hotshot attorney to defend her. I still wanted to half kill her for what she had done to me before stealing my laptop from me. The state’s attorney was not going easy on her and was having her tried as an adult for her attack on me that was unprovoked and left me almost dead on a cold restroom floor. "I intend to make that bitch pay for this! She went too far this time! She tried to deliberately murder me! She needs to be locked up in a prison or mental hospital for life!"

 

I soent the rest of the day on my old laptop that I had not used in about three years. It took me four hours to update the poor thing. This one ran Linux instead of Windows so it took a bit of adjusting to get used to it again. I changed twice more that day without problems and took all my medication on time with Mrs Clark making sure I did not miss any of the medication.

The next morning Mrs. Clark helped me out and changed me in bed before helping me get dressed and into the chair for the day. I had a new backpack for my laptop and a seperate bag on my chair for my changing supplies and spare diapers. She made sure I had everything and was set to go by 7:00 am before we all went out to the van. Out at the van she helped me into the seat then loaded the chair for me before we were ready to go.

 

I joked with her about putting a bigger motor on the chair and some wheelie bars as well. She laughed and replied, "I was thinking of putting a 350 small block engine on it and maybe a ram plate or scoop of some kind on the front of it to push all the idiots out of the way when you are in motion. I figure we supercharge the motor and have it run on methanol for the best possible speed. I figure that should allow you to get down the halls and not have to worry about anyone getting out of the way."

 

My first class was at 8:00 so we managed to get to the school early enough to stop by the office and get papeerwork to them concerning my medical situation. The school insurance required the paperwork since my injuries had been so extensive and life threatening. It was nice to be able to go to school for my final year of high school when it a few months earlier it had been touch and go for me. I got real lucky and had survived.

 

Alot of students stared at us as we went past them but considering ho bad I still looked it was no shock. I looked like I should still be in the hospital and not rolling into school in a wheelchair looking like I had been spending ten round with a kickboxer as his punching bag. I had gotten used to it but no one else seen me since last year They had no clue about me almost getting killed at the beginning of the summer and the lengthy hospital stay. Still it was nice to get out of the hallway and into the office to request a much needed elevator key.

 

The lady at the desk never even looked up from her paperwork as we entered. "Can I help...holy shit! Sorry about that but it took me by surprise for a moment." We submitted my medical paperwork and the girl read it over before issuing me an elevator key. She even went as far as to notify all my teachers that I would need extra time between classes and to able to leave class on occasion to change as needed. "I’m sorry about earlier, but are sure you are ready to come back to school?" "I’m cleared for classes if I take it real easy and don’t try anything stupid." She handed me an elevator key and wished me the best.

 

We had to talk to the principal as well and she was shocked to see me looking half dead as well. She looked over the medical paperwork and welcomed me back to the school. "Also, if something starts to go bad don’t tough it out! Let someone know immediately! You are still in real bad shape so no trying to tough out anything!" I shook her hand and politely promised to behave and only try pout for football and wrestling this year instead of all the sports. She laughed.

 

The bell rang as I mad my way to the elevator for my history class. I was five minutes late and hated making a scene on my first day. He looked up as I rolled ina fter struggling with the stubborn door. The look of surprise on his face was priceless. It took him and a number of others a minute to stop staring at me as I rolled into the room. "Sorry I’m late sir. Had to stop by the office first for an elevator key and to drop off medical paperwork.

 

"Are you sure you are cleared to come back to school yet? You still look to be in pretty bad shape." "I’m medically cleared as long as I am careful not to push myself too hard physically. I was attacked and almost killed early this summer but I can still come to class. My body is still healing but my brain works just fine, sir. I can do the schoolwork as long as I don’t have to do a lot of physical I’ll make sure to have a space cleared for your chair by tomorrow."

 

I spent the rest of the class reading the first two chapters and doing the tests at the end of each chapter. A few girls stared at me and whispered but otherwise left me alone until the end of the class where one of them held the door for me before meeting her friend and then talking a few moments before heading to their next class. It surprised me that most people were nice about getting out of my way in the halls and holding doors for me to make it easier on me.

 

It was nice to meet my best friend at lunch after changing out of a soaked diaper. The cafeteria workers helped me out in the line like they do with all handicapped students and made sure to help me get my food to the table without it being spilled. I had just started eating when Emily found me. "OH MY GOD LIZ! What the hell happened to you?" "Crashed my broom into a tree when it blew a bristle. I got a little banged up at the start of the summer is all." She looked me over. "A little? You look like someone tried to crush one side of you! Who did this to you? I’ll kill them for this! Wait a minute! Are you even cleared to come back to school yet?" "Just barely. Have to be real careful for a while yet is all."

END FIVE

Hope you folks liked this chapter.  It changes everything for Liz and affects her for life in a big way.  All comments and questions are welcomed.  Thank you all for reading this.

 

[YourFNF]

 

 

 

[Babypants]

In the beginning, this story had the feel of a psychological thriller, and it continued to have consistent flow through the end of chapter 4.  In contrast, chapter 5 is moving at a different, more compressed pace.  Ten weeks in hospital recovery go by in the space of one paragraph.  Is the discontinuity deliberate?  Are you planning to revisit Liz's time in hospital in more leisurely detail, perhaps during the trials?  Two other points to note here.  In this chapter, you have Liz and Mrs. Clark burn clothing that in reality would have been removed by the police as evidence.  And in the previous chapter, you have repeated incidents in which a 15 year old girl is publicly and indecently exposed on her front lawn.  The police would have been all over this, and Social Services right behind them, especially with a concerned neighbor right next door bearing witness.

[Sarah Penguin]

This was good again I'm surprised  her mother didn't care she got attacked and nearly killed.  Jumping up and down screaming to the police contacting her shouting please I'm scum and should be in prison where everyone will love my pure daughter unloving abusive asshole nature.  She's so mind mindbogglingly dumb.  Then there's her attacker's parents who seem to be more plausibly annoyed that lawyers are expensive when their child nearly kills someone and commits theft. and being concerned about the whole murder & theft thing.

 

Yeah I kind of am also hoping for flashbacks and stuff moving forward  a bit.  Or not :)

[Nat]

Wow, an abuser not wanting their child back, this is something new. They usually don't want to let them go and want to keep them in their home. 

[widowmaker]

Her mother is a real messed up piece of work to say the least.  I am considering writing a chapter detailing her stay in the hospital after the attack.  If I do this is will take place in a court room where she is testifying against the girl who almost killed her.  for now though, my work on this story has stopped for about a week as I am unable to get to anywhere that has privacy.  We are in the middle of a blizzard here right now so It will likely be Monday at the earliest before I can work on the story some more.  If I do a hospital chapter it will be put in after chapter five.  If there is enough requests for this I will write it into the story.  Let me know what you think of the idea.  As always thank you folks for reading the story.  All comments and questions welcomed, and will someone please turn off this damned blizzard!  lol.

[Babypants]

Let me strongly encourage you to include a chapter on Liz's time in hospital, and a retrospective in a courtroom setting looks like a great choice for the setting.  This is about pacing, and the analogy that I would use is the manual transmission in a car.  This story begins at a leisurely pace as you focus on Liz and Mrs. Clark (1st gear).  The pace speeds up/ time is compressed when the mother discovers what is going on and starts torturing her daughter (2nd gear), but it then reverts to the original, leisurely pace in the segments on computer manipulation.  We are still in 1st gear with the dramatic scene in the restroom, which is very well written, and the detail here makes the speed at which you pass over Liz's hospital trauma (4th gear) stand out at all the more.   It's OK to alter the pace in a story (although this is actually quite rare),  but you have to run through the gears because, as Dale Earnhardt, Jr. discovered at Pocono in 2017, bad things happen when you miss the gear shift.

[littleTomás]

On 3/1/2019 at 12:41 PM, widowmaker said:

Also welcome are a new body and the correct lottery numbers in advance.  lol.  Thank you for reading this so far.

Love this story, very well written. I'm still working on getting a working time machine, but when I do you can be the first person to get winning lottery numbers in advance. lol

[YourFNF]

I'm honestly wondering if the mom had some kind of lesion, growth, or TBI. 

 

@widowmaker

[Nat]

Jesus, if the mom was sick and disabled, that would mean she isn't responsible for her actions and should't be in prison and perhaps she should not be allowed to work with kids nor allowed to have any children. If she is indeed a danger to the public, she should be in a special home or something, not prison. But sadly that is what the US does with the criminally insane and the mentally disabled and the mentally ill. US prisons have become mental hospitals and mental institutions and nursing homes. 

 

 

[Guilend]

1 hour ago, Nat said:

Jesus, if the mom was sick and disabled, that would mean she isn't responsible for her actions and should't be in prison and perhaps she should not be allowed to work with kids nor allowed to have any children. If she is indeed a danger to the public, she should be in a special home or something, not prison. But sadly that is what the US does with the criminally insane and the mentally disabled and the mentally ill. US prisons have become mental hospitals and mental institutions and nursing homes.

Tell me about it. I worked down in Texas for almost two years as a correction officer.

[Guilend]

1 hour ago, Nicole Kolibri said:

1. The mother was shown to over covered.

2. Abuse of a disabled person by a minor babysitter

3. Everything happened to me too much in public ... almost as if you are exhibitionist! (Main thing everyone sees the diapers)

4. Mrs Clark of course also wears diapers ...

I'll like to point out a few things. Lets start with your first one there, not even sure what you are talking about there, it could just be me not understanding it so that one is on me. The second one, I do not recall any abuse to a disabled person at all. He needs to be taken care of, because he's disabled. Third thing you are correct that it's a lot more in public, but come on it's a story and so what if the author might be a bit of an exhibitionist, it's his story and his fantasy. He can add what he likes in that regard, though it is a little bit less realistic however you probably don't know this but you'd be shocked to know how much abuse, even close to this doesn't get reported by anyone. As I stated before, I have spent a lot of time as a Security Officer and Corrections Officer. I have also spent a lot of time homeless and you'd be shocked to know how a group of people, especially in a small community such as a housing community that will tolerate a lot of this simply because they don't want to be known as the one that caused the area to get a bad name in the press. As for Clark not being that one, I am betting she didn't know half of what was going on, she worked so chances are she never saw the public diaper changes. The last part, you realize how many women need some form of protection years after giving birth and it not even being a complicated birth? Okay, my rant there is over. Sorry, I normally don't rant like this.

[Nat]

3 hours ago, Nicole Kolibri said:

Abuse of a disabled person by a minor babysitter

How did Liz abuse him? 

[Guilend]

6 minutes ago, Nicole Kolibri said:

Takeing the excrement of a disabled person to live out sexual fantasies is still abuse of an person, and that from a underage people make it not better !!!

As an alleged officer you should know that !!!

While it is a gross and stupid idea to do it, no matter your age. I don't see how it's abusive to the disabled person considering it was never done in front of the disabled person. I gather our meaning of the word abuse is not the same. To me abuse has to damage the person it's afflicted upon, either mentally or physically. In this case nether happened. While it's an odd thing to do, there was no abuse in my eyes nor would it be considered abuse in the eyes of any court. The requirement for it to be abuse was not met. However, this has gone long enough for me. I am sure I have made my point and you have made yours. If you wish to discuss it further then there are other ways to do it then here, we can always take it to PMs if you wish.

[Nat]

It's called a thought crime. When you get inappropriate thoughts in your brain and keep it to yourself, people see it as harmful still and act like it's harmful for others. Even if you write it out or draw it or tell it, someone will still find it all harmful. 

 

I didn't see anything where Liz had inappropriate thoughts about the kid and she did put that messy diaper on herself but I didn't see it as abuse. She did it in her own private bedroom. 

[widowmaker]

I managed to recover some of my data off the other drive but this story and a lot of others got hit pretty darn hard by the virus.  This story is dead for now and maybe for good.  I can read about one in seven words and the rest are just numbers and symbols or blank spots.  Maybe later in the summer I can attempt another version of this but for now this story is dead.  Still working on trying to recover all my non fetish stories as most of those were scrambled and destroyed as well.  Final verdict is the loss of two flash drives, and internal hard drive, and one external hard drive.  Recovering older data from old DVD discs will take some time as they are in storage and my storage unit is full so finding anything will be tough.  Felt I owed everyone following this story an explanation as to why it is dead.  Not sure when I will have another story to post since my main focus right now is trying to recover as much as possible without getting any infected data.  Take care good folks and again, I am sorry this story is dead but blame a nasty virus for that.

[Nat]

6 hours ago, widowmaker said:

I managed to recover some of my data off the other drive but this story and a lot of others got hit pretty darn hard by the virus.  This story is dead for now and maybe for good.  I can read about one in seven words and the rest are just numbers and symbols or blank spots.  Maybe later in the summer I can attempt another version of this but for now this story is dead.  Still working on trying to recover all my non fetish stories as most of those were scrambled and destroyed as well.  Final verdict is the loss of two flash drives, and internal hard drive, and one external hard drive.  Recovering older data from old DVD discs will take some time as they are in storage and my storage unit is full so finding anything will be tough.  Felt I owed everyone following this story an explanation as to why it is dead.  Not sure when I will have another story to post since my main focus right now is trying to recover as much as possible without getting any infected data.  Take care good folks and again, I am sorry this story is dead but blame a nasty virus for that.

Sorry that happened, do you use things like google documents or One drive so you have back up or use a memory stick? 

[widowmaker]

I was in the process of doing my weekly data backup when the attack program launched and trashed all my data as well as downloading child porn and lolicon porn onto my system.  It was programmed to wait until a back up drive or other device was plugged in and then launch.  I had my operating system backed up on two other flash drives and when I tried to just reformat it ruined those as well.  I ended up replacing the internal hard drive and using a DVD to reinstall my operating system.  The virus attack prevents formatting and scanning.  Have to find a special program and cable in storage and then try to zero out the hard drive.  If this works I will have a hard drive that is clean, but it will delete everything on the hard drive being zeroed out.  The program is an old seagate disc that allows me to write zeroes to every part of the hard drive until the hard drive is full to capacity with zeroes.  After that I can reformat and have a spare drive if it works.  Still loose all the data I had though.  If I can find an old back up disc with my old copies of this story I might try to rewrite it in the future again, but for now, it is dead.

[YourFNF]

51 minutes ago, widowmaker said:

I was in the process of doing my weekly data backup when the attack program launched and trashed all my data as well as downloading child porn and lolicon porn onto my system.  It was programmed to wait until a back up drive or other device was plugged in and then launch.  I had my operating system backed up on two other flash drives and when I tried to just reformat it ruined those as well.  I ended up replacing the internal hard drive and using a DVD to reinstall my operating system.  The virus attack prevents formatting and scanning.  Have to find a special program and cable in storage and then try to zero out the hard drive.  If this works I will have a hard drive that is clean, but it will delete everything on the hard drive being zeroed out.  The program is an old seagate disc that allows me to write zeroes to every part of the hard drive until the hard drive is full to capacity with zeroes.  After that I can reformat and have a spare drive if it works.  Still loose all the data I had though.  If I can find an old back up disc with my old copies of this story I might try to rewrite it in the future again, but for now, it is dead.

Jesus this feels targeted... Was it part of a ransomware attack?

[Nat]

1 hour ago, widowmaker said:

as downloading child porn and lolicon porn

Jesus, this is my worst nightmare. I always feel sorry for people who get busted for child porn because it was done by a virus. But someone pointed out to me online this was very rare and unlikely to happen but the fact that a virus can put CP on your computer is still very damn frightening. Then you can't take your PC in to get it fixed fearing cops will be called and then having to explain everything and fearing not being believed. 

[widowmaker]

I have recovered and cleaned up the story.  Took me a while to repair the damage done to the story but it is repaired and I am working on chapter eight a little bit.  The delay in writing is due to the attack on my system and a lack of privacy where I currently live.  I try to get into town where I can find some privacy at a few locations I know of.  Just tough getting into town when it is an 8.5 mile mtn bike ride to reach town.  As forLiz's mother, there is a reason for her behavior but I will not reveal it for some time yet.  I am working on a section of the story where Liz is back at school and dealing with trying to get around in a wheelchair.  One minor spoiler for you folks.  In chapter eight, she tells her mother off in front of everyone.  What happens after that?  Wait and see.  I am still writing chapter eight based on old notes and pieces of previous parts of the story when it was originally posted years ago.  I am trying to improve on it a bit.  Liz was very stupid and not thinking straight when she was first caught by her mother in the bathroom.  So for those of you think what she did was stupid on a grand scale, I agree, but it set things in motion for her and thus gets the story going from there.

I found a real nice part of chapter ten that I deleted.  Liz attacked some young children with an adult toy and did some real ugly things to them.  Finding that kind of crap dropped into the notes for my story makes really want to hurt the person even more that attacked my system.  That was one of the less awful things that got dropped into the story by them so you can understand my anger with them and why I am going over everything carefully and looking for other unwanted changes in my story.

My non fetish werewolf story got almost completely ruined so I deleted it and got a clean copy of the story from a friend of mine.  Nothing wrong with pedophiles that a bullet to their head wont cure!  Enough of my ranting on!  Time for a new chapter as my way of thanking you guys for having to wait so long.

SIX

“Okay then, who did this to you? No one does this and gets away with it!” Relax, Emily. Susan is in jail right now and not likely to get out any time soon since the judge refused to grant her bail. We have court in a few days and she is being tried as an adult already since she is 17. We are scheduled to have a jury trial so she can attempt to lie to the jury about the entire thing. The Prosecuting attorneys have a mountain of evidence against her and have refused to accept any plea agreements. They are pretty certain they can have her locked away for a very long time without any major difficulty. Her family is pissed at me and they have some expensive attorney but it is pretty much an pen and shut case.”

 

Emily and I have been friends since pre-school and she has never let anyone hurt me if she could help it. Emily is bi sexual and head over heels in love with me. I refuse to take advantage of that fact or to lead her on and hurt her feelings. I am straight and she knows this so she settles for being my best friend. We both have the same taste in smoking hot men but she also gets excited at seeing good looking women as well.

 

She had been in France all summer with her parents so she had no clue what my mother had also done to me. She did not see the attempts at breaking me down mentally with humiliation and insane punishments. It is probably a good thing she did not see me laying bleeding to death on the restroom floor after Susan tried to kill me. She would have saved my life then killed Susan with her bare hands for the attempted murder.

 

We talked through the majority of the lunch before the bell rang and my watch beeped to tell me it was time for medication again. I took my pills and she looked more angry as each minute went by and she found out more about my injuries. With only a few minutes to get to class I turned the chair and filled the seat of my diaper with toxic waste that had been disguised as a school lunch when I ate it. I cursed and headed straight for the nearest restroom as fast as I could. My body has the most insane timing it seems.

 

My chair carried me to the nearest handicapped stall where there was plenty of room to change into a clean diaper after wiping the mess off of me. Inside the stall with the door shut I stood up carefully and began to lower my jeans. Halfway through removing the mess my clean diaper fell on the floor. Emily had been talking to me and telling me about this cute girl she had some intimate fun with until she had to leave to come back home. She stopped talking when she saw the clean diaper hit the floor.

 

It was not a smart idea to try bending over to pick up the diaper as my back instantly let me know it was not going to allow it. My back screamed in pain and I about screamed in pain as I fell back into my chair trying to catch my breath. I saw stars in front of my eyes as I wet myself even more and almost leaked. I was in too much pain to try to finish changing until the pain subsided. While I was attempting to catch my breath as Emily managed to get the door open and stopped in her tracks when she saw me sitting in a soaked diaper all but crying from the pain in my back.

 

“Holy shit! You look like hell! Let me help you so you don’t hurt yourself any more than you already are hurt. You’re a mess and you need my help so just relax and let me take care of this for you.” She helped me get laid down on the floor and then removed my wet diaper carefully before wiping me down. With a little work she managed to get me changed and back into my chair. “Thank you for helping. I’m still a little sore.”

 

She looked over the used diaper a minute then threw it away. “Maybe I should try one of these some time. Looks like it could be fun at times.” I offered to let her have my next messy diaper and she accepted while laughing. “We have computer class next so let’s get going unless you want me to take advantage of you halfway through changing you.” She made sure I was seated comfortably in my chair before we left for class.

 

With us both having the same computer class together it made it easier on on me to get through the numerous doors as she opened them and held them for me. The teacher looked up as we entered the class a few minutes late. Emily made sure to hold the door open as I rolled in and then she quickly moved a desk out of the way so I had a place to park my chair. “Sorry about being late sir. I’m having a little trouble getting around right now and Emily had to help me get through a few stubborn doors.”

 

The teacher and everyone stared at my slightly deformed and still healing face a second before the teacher spoke up. Everyone was surprised to see me not only in a wheelchair but looking like hell as well. “Are you sure you are cleared to return to school just yet, Liz? You look pretty rough around the edges still.” “I’m still a bit sore but the doctors have cleared me to come back to school as long as I take it easy physically. I may have to miss a few days next week due to court but other than that I’m able to come to school.”

 

“I’ll clear out a space for you tomorrow then but if you start feeling bad let me know and we can get you help right away. I do not want you toughing it out and end up hurting yourself. Emily, thank you for helping her with the doors. Maintenance says they’ll fix them so that no one can get them open next week without a jackhammer.” We all laughed about that one and it would not surprise me if the doors got almost that bad.

 

“Alright, so who’s ready to learn nuclear physics and quantum mechanics?” A few students looked at him in surprise a second until he smiled and chuckled. “Gotcha! This year we will be studying Linux, the latest changes in java, and a few other web programming languages as well. This is the advanced course so if any of you got sent here by a scheduling glitch let me know and we can get it sorted out for you.” Two girls raised their hands and after a few minutes they sat back down.

 

Both had not taken the basic course but since they had a good understanding of the material he let them stay and promised he would not bar them for not taking the basics first. Emily all but drooled over the brunette and I have a suspicion the feeling was mutual. Her drooling session was interrupted by the teacher speaking again. In addition to what I already mentioned, we will also be learning the latest CSS code language as well. For now we will start with Linux. Each of the books in front of you contains a Linux CD.

 

Run the operating system from disc. And play around with it a little bit to get familiar with it. Linux is different from Windows and from MAC.” I raised my hand to get his attention. “I’m already running Linux Ubuntu on this machine and just upgraded to the latest version a few days ago, sir.” He came over and looked at my laptop and laughed. “Okay, you wont need the disc then. So what have you done so far with the operating system?”

 

I clicked on a few icons and loaded up a game I had been working on creating. All the coding had been done from scratch and that made it easier for me to fix any mistakes that popped up along the way. “Nice work. You definitely have a good handle on programming in Linux.” “I had to have something to do while confined to a bed healing. It took me almost a week to do this but it helped to keep me from going crazy with boredom. While everyone else was busy figuring out Linux I challenged Emily to a game of chess. She beat me in the first game in just five moves since I had screwed up on some code work and it allowed her to make illegal moves.

 

I laughed and attacked the error in the program then we set about changing the graphics of the game. I had help from Emily with the modifications and between the two of us we had the game done before class was finished. During the whole process the teacher had been listening and watching us work on the game modifications. We tested the game while we still had time and loved the new graphics changes. The teacher laughed when the king got put into checkmate. The king got on his knees and begged in front of the queen. The queen took his candy and flowers then kicked him off the board.

 

The teacher chuckled at the ending. “That was funny. When you guys finish working on the game I would like a copy of it.” We agreed to give him a finished copy of the game once we had all the bugs worked out.. The bell rang and everyone packed up for their next classes. I was the last one out of the class and almost to the door when the school lunch caught up to me. It exploded out of my backside and all over the seat of my diaper. Even through the diaper and clothes I could smell it and knew it was going to be a pain to clean up and change in the stall.

 

I frowned and told Emily I would catch up to her later and headed to the nearest restroom to take care of the toxic waste taped around my waist. “I’ll catch up to you later, Emily. This is going to take a while to take care of.”” Emily hugged me gently and promised to catch up to me later then left to go to her locker while I went straight to the nearest restroom to change myself before I stank up the entire school.

 

It took a few minutes to get through the crowd and into the restroom to change. Once in the handicapped stall and behind the closed door I started to work on getting changed and cleaned up. The mess was horrible and it took some time and a lot of wipes to clean it all off of me as I had to move very carefully to avoid falling. I was just pulling a fresh diaper up into place between my legs when someone walked into the restroom.

 

I had no intention of stopping and if anyone did not like me wearing diapers then too damned bad. Besides, I had no choice in the matter at the moment until my spine finished healing the rest of the way and I could try to toilet train myself again if I wanted to. Until then they would have to just learn to ignore it and leave me alone about it. My thoughts were interrupted as the stall door was kicked in by someone I had not thought I would see again in school.

 

The door had almost hit me in the face and standing in front of me with an evil smile on her face was Susan. She smiled at me when she saw who was in the stall changing. “Hello little baby! You are so fucking dead this time diaper baby! I’m going to make you wish I had finished you off the first time! Time to die bitch!” Had I not already messed myself I’m certain it would have happened when I saw her.

 

I was no match for her in full health and now I had no chance to even defend myself from her. There was no place to run and no way to avoid her blows. My last thought before her fist hit me was that it was going to hurt and I was dead this time for sure. The fist hit and my head snapped back as I flew back into the chair with my diaper only half on. My back and head both screamed in pain and blackness threatened to overtake me.

 

Susan laughed and was getting ready to hit me again when she was tackled by Emily before she could hit me again. Emily is only two inches taller than me but she is built like a prize fighter from her fighting in martial arts tournaments and a few MMA events as well. She placed second in an amateur kickboxing tournament last year and that was only by one point. She is fast and strong which makes her hard to stop.

 

Susan let out a holler of pain as she hit the floor after being tackled by Emily. She tried to head butt Emily so Emily slammed her head into the floor a few times until Susan stopped trying to get free. Emily broke her right arm when she tried to pull out a knife. Susan screamed in pain and dropped the knife to the floor as Emily broke her arm in at least two places and then slammed her head into the floor again.

 

Without wasting any time Emily Grabbed her broken arm and yanked it back behind her back painfully and then twisted it as Susan screamed in pain. “This is nothing compared to what you did to my best friend you little fucking bitch! You almost killed her and then left her to bleed to death on a restroom floor! I should just return the favor and break every damned bone in your body!” She yanked Susan up off the floor by the broken and twisted arm.

 

Susan screamed and almost passed out from the pain as Emily force marched her to over by the stall I was in. My nose was bleeding badly and would not stop even with toilet paper stuffed up in it. I was pretty sure it was broken again the way it felt and was bleeding. With a little work I got my diaper on tight and my jeans pulled into place as Susan struggled to escape and screamed in pain when Emily kneed her extra hard in the kidneys from behind.

 

Susan screamed and tried to head butt Emily again so Emily finally put her into a choke hold and held her that way until she went limp. “Is she dead?” “No. It was tempting for a moment though. She’s going to hurt like hell when she wakes back up though. Bruised kidneys, broken arm and a possible concussion as well as at least one broken rib from where I tackled her. Let me have your diaper real quick! I’m going to put it on her and then let everyone see her!”

 

I was so tempted for a moment but my common sense took over. “No. Just let me go get a teacher instead and she can go back to jail for attacking me and attempting to kill me again. I admit that the diaper would be funny but it’s not worth it. This way gets her into more trouble and keeps her in jail where she can’t hurt anyone again for a long time. Just watch over her for a few minutes while I grab some help.” My head hurt and my back was screaming at me as I rolled into the hallway to flag down some help. I got lucky that my government teacher was on his way to use the restroom and stopped when he saw me bleeding heavily from my broken nose.

 

Within minutes he had the principal coming and an ambulance for me as I was having trouble staying awake. Emily held Susan down until the police arrived to arrest her. She screamed and cursed and fought to get free. She broke loose from the officer and Emily spun her into a wall only hard enough to stop her from going anywhere and held her until the officer got handcuffs on her. From the look on Susan’s face she was definitely high on something and that was not going to go good for her in court.

 

The paramedics arrived as Emily and the principal were trying hard to keep me awake. My nose was sore and swollen but the bleeding was finally slowing down as the paramedics came rushing to my side. My back spasmed painfully again and it caused me to scream out in agony as it felt like a thousand white hot needles were being driven into my back all at the same time. I collapsed and cried as I was lifted onto a backboard, secured and then put into an ambulance.

 

Susan was charged with breaking a no contact order, attempted murder and resisting arrest as well as assaulting an officer. Her blood test cam back positive for illegal drugs as well so more charges were added on to her already growing list of charges. Emily had indeed broken Susan’s arm in three places, busted two ribs and gave her a concussion as well for trying to kill me again. The police refused to charge Emily as she had only attacked Susan to save my life and they considered that as justifiable.

 

Emily gave her statement to the police and everyone listened in that was nearby. “I know Liz has a bad back now and is in a lot of pain. She has a hard time standing long and when she drops things it is super tough for her to bend over to get them again. Earlier today I had to help her with a personal matter as she had dropped something and when she tried to get it off the floor her back hurt her bad enough to make her almost scream from the pain.

 

When I saw Susan go marching in after Liz I knew this would not end well for Liz if no one helped her so I ran to her aid. I tackled her after she had already hit Liz once and broken her nose. I only broke her arm when she tried to pull that knife on me. I had to put her in a choke hold to keep her from hurting herself as she kept trying to head butt me and then kept pounding her head int to the floor while screaming and cursing at me. I’m pretty sure she’s high on something to act like that. Once she was out cold Liz went out and got some help while I kept an eye on Susan until help arrived.”

 

In the hospital they stabilized me and I gave the police my report on the attack as well. Mrs. Clark met me at the hospital with a look of fear on her face. She had been afraid I was half dead again. I ended up with a broken nose, a cracked rib, and a concussion. The doctors gave me strict orders to stay out of school for two days and rest. I had to be watched carefully for the next 24 hours and then be careful to avoid head trauma as well for the next three months. My back was looked over very carefully and they gave me low dose muscle relaxants to help with the muscle spasm issue.

 

Emily and Mrs. Clark were relieved to find out that my injuries had not been as bad as the last time. Emily hugged me in the hospital and promised to catch up with me again when I got back to school. Mrs. Clark kept a close eye on me for any signs of trouble and helped me to stay awake for the next number of hours until she was sure I was going to be fine. Even Tommy seemed concerned for me.

 

I was changing him when he reached out and gently touched the side of my face and looked at me with a look of confusion. “Yeah, I got hurt again. I’ll be okay in a few days though and will heal all the way in a few months. Now quit squirming so we can get you changed the rest of the way. Can’t have you leaking now can we? We don’t need a flood when you use this so let me get it on you tight enough to not leak.”

 

He stopped squirming around after that and let me get his diaper on tight. Once that was done I tossed his messy one into the diaper pail and let him get him back to playing with his blocks. I sometimes wonder if he is getting a little better. There are times when he seems to understand more than a three year old would understand. When my body is healed enough I will have to go through some books and find out more about his condition and if there is a way to help him.

 

For now, my main concern was taking it easy on my body and letting my body heal. I also want to avoid my insane mother since she has been released from jail. Having a run in with her would be very unpleasant and I’m sure she would do something stupid and insane knowing her. I’m just starting to heal and I do not need her screwing that up with her insanity.

 

Emily came by the next day after school and we spent several hours working on the chess program in order to get all the bugs out of it so nit would run correctly. We wanted to let the teacher have a copy of the program so we could both get extra credit points for the project. I especially need the points with my late start and then the attack by Susan on me at school. It is at times like this that I wonder if some divine being has something against me or is just doing this to me for the hell of it.

 

Emily met me at the school doors three days after I had been been put on a strict rest order by the doctors. She smiled when she saw me come rolling towards her. I handed her a copy of the chess program I had burned onto a disc. She hugged me and accepted the disc. “”I heard Susan is being held without bail this time. Her parents are threatening to sue me as they still believe her lies that I had you attack her for interrupting us having sex in the restroom.” Emily smiled. “I’m all up for having sex with you as soon as you are completely healed, but let’s face it, she’s a bully and this time she can’t lie her way out of it. This is long overdue in my mind.

 

When I put her in that chle hold it was tempting to not let go until she was dead. She has been abully since day one. In the third grade she and her friends beat the hell out of me because I was smaller than everyone else in the class. They thought it was funny to put me in the hospital for a week. Getting revenge was very tempting and I almost snapped her neck. Almost sorry I let her live.”

 

“I’m glad you did not sink to her level. I would rather not lose my best friend to a bully. They would have thrown you in jail for forcefully removing her from the gene pool even though she deserves it. I don’t want to lose any friends and she is not worth it. Knowing she is in jail and will be there for some time and will become someone’s sex toy in prison is good enough revenge for me. Let her go through hell and know that I helped her get herself thrown into there.”

 

I managed to change after second hour and was very careful to not let anything fall on the floor where it would be very hard for me to get to it. Standing long enough to get changed was tough but as ;ong as I was careful it could be done. I had been soaked so it was a good idea to change to avoid getting a rash and to avoid leaking.

 

I had to change again just before my last class. I was soaked again and about to leak. I stood up in the restroom stall and lowered my jeans to change myself. These diapers are good but they tend to crinkle a bit loudly. I pulled the tapes and removed the used one before wiping myself clean. I was unfolding the fresh one that was loudly crinkling when someone walked into the restroom. This did not stop me from getting the fresh diaper on and secured in place.

 

The diaper made plenty of noise as I got it on and adjusted if for the best fit. Whoever it was had gone into a stall next to me so there was no mistaking what I was doing as the diaper crinkled nice and loudly in the silence of the restroom. Even the tapes made a nice loud noise a I pulled them from their backing and fastened them into place. I was pulling my jeans back up in place when the other gir girl finished her business and left the stall to wash her hands.

 

I merely finished getting back into the chair carefully before rolling out with the soaked diaper in hand. The girl stared at me as I rolled past her with the soaked diaper and tossed it in the trashcan. She stared at my used diaper as it went into the trash can and sat on the top of all the paper towels. The can was full and so the diaper sat in plain sight where anyone walking in could see it. She never said anything so I rolled out and to my class.

 

“Just fucking great.” I muttered a under my breath and figured that within a day or two everyone in school would know about me having to wear diapers. She had heard the loud crinkling while I changed and saw me toss a used one away so there was no mistaking what I had been doing in that stall. Maybe if I had someone talk to her then she would not say anything to anyone. Knowing my luck she would tell everyone as fast as she could.

 

I listened to the teacher in my computer class and began to work on the problem the teacher had given us all to work on. We all teamed up with someone and began working on the problem. Emily teamed up with me and we began to go through the numerous lines of code looking for the problem that was preventing a web page from loading the correct way. The exercise was supposed to teach us how to find and repair bad lines of code in a web page. It was tough enough to keep us all busy looking for the problem and then trying to fix it.

 

After 20 minutes Emily and I began rewriting the code for the entire page while fixing minor errors along the way and writing them down on a sheet of paper for proof of the error. We ended up copying coed to a notepad and fixing it there then replacing the old code with the new code. Most of the page worked but we still kept odd little errors all over the place even where the code had been fixed. Some parts were still arguing about working correctly.

 

We went back and checked all of the code line by line until we found the last big error that was well placed and blended in almost perfectly with the other code around it. Two lines of code had been typed in the wrong order and were causing display errors and crashes of the page. We finally got it all fixed with just five minutes left in the class. A quick check and the page was working just fine. The teacher was impressed with our work.

 

“Good work on that page. That was a tough little trick since so many little mistakes needed fixing and the big ones were well hidden.” The teacher gave us both an A on the work then addressed the class. Okay folks, take the assignment home with you and bring it back tomorrow finished and working correctly.

 

Other than the incident in the restroom it had been a good day. This had been the only class that usually gave me homework assignments but since I was confined to a wheelchair I had to write reports for my gym class. I was going to be stuck in this chair a few more weeks at least according to the doctors. With this as the case I had to a do a report on bowling and on other types of sports as well and turn them in to get points in the class.

 

I was the only person taking gym from a wheelchair but I would get better and stronger in the coming weeks and be able to fully participate before the end of the year. Still, no one accused me of being lazy since everyone had been told about how bad I bad been injured and had almost died from the attack on me by Susan. I hated being in the chair but there was no choice in it at the moment. I was not able to walk and could barely stand for five minutes.

 

Everyone had been shocked to see me in a wheelchair and looking half dead. It chocked everyone to see me looking that way and when they heard how bad it had been they never once accused me of being lazy. Having your head half caved in and slowly healing it obvious I had barely lived through the attack. Emily also threatened to kill anyone teasing me and no one wanted her mad at them.

 

I met Emily by the main doors after class and told her about the incident in the restroom. “I’ll keep an ear open for any rumors and try to talk to her to find out if she intends to make an issue out of the whole thing. Maybe she wants to help you change next time or maybe even borrow a clean one from you to try on for fun.” I laughed and handed Emily a clean diaper as a joke. She put it in her pack and laughed about it. Knowing her she’ll play with it later and in privacy to see if she likes them or not.

 

Mrs Clark honked as she pulled in to the parking lot to pick me up for an after school doctor’s appointment. Thomas ran up to me as soon as she parked the van and let him out. He hugged me gently and I couldn’t help but smile. Thomas is a great kid and thinks that me staying with him is great. He does not even care that I have to wear diapers and be changed like he does. He accepts it and that’s all there is to it.

END SIX

Thank you al for your kindness in this chaos.  I hope this will be the end of the major problems with this story and others for a very long time.  All questions and comments welcomed.

[junyour]

Please allow me to welcome Liz back to the land of the "living".  I also congratulate you on getting your computer working rather than buying new equipment.  I am certain that you are also very pleased with the outcome.

I rarely comment on stories in the making. you are doing a great job on this one.I am looking forward to the future chapters as your muse directs

again congratulations and thank you

[Sarah Penguin]

Glad Liz back and am also impressed you managed to fix your computer issues