The Life of Aaron Case (Chapter 3)

[ObiMyth]

I hope Aaron is working on his escape route for graduation day. Otherwise he won't get home after graduating, let alone getting to university.

[Guilend]

I almost forgot about this story. I read it again. I really hope it continues. 

[Lucifer666]

Sorry for the long absence, I've been in a writing competition for over a month.  I'll try to be better.

Chapter 3

Like anyone who has been in school the days just blend together.  Sure the lessons are different, new assignments given.  New gossip, weather and news from the sports teams. But they are all the same on any given day.  An assignment due every class, a test in nearly one subject or another every day and a paper or project due every week.  It was the hardest semester I’ve ever done.  When the days blend I sometimes lose myself in thought.  Which is what happened to me one February day as I was walking through the hallway and a door opened so fast I just didn’t have time to react and the stout wood hit me square in the head.  The impact sent me stumbling backward, falling onto my padded rear, letting all the air out of the diaper.  My backpack, which was already heavy for me, pulled my back in a further lean, giving me a good view of Tagger who stood there looking at me as I held my head and tried to orient myself.

“Ouch!” I said aloud, I could already feel the headache coming.

Tagger and I were just staring there for several seconds before I realized the entire hallway had gone quiet. Every amazon had stopped to look at Tagger, the door and a fallen little.  For most the logic would be sound.  The little ran into the door as it was opening, however, given what had happened to Tagger for the last few weeks it was anything but logical. 

Tagger had become a ghost of his former self.  His self-confidence had been destroyed. Most of his football group didn’t sit with him anymore at lunch or assemblies.  The experience had caused a slight relapse and he had been forced to wear a diaper for a few days, then pull-ups for a few weeks.  He’d only returned to normal underwear, according to the gossip of this place a few days ago.  Last week he’d passed me in the hallway with his face was a mixture of anger and shame.  He tried to hit me once when he was out of diapers.  He lifted me by my shirt and pressed my back hard against the lockers.  It was difficult to breathe for a few seconds until Katy and several other amazons told him to put me down.  Several of his former friends had stood behind Katy and intimidated him to put me down.  I don’t know the particulars of what happened afterwards but for the last few days he’s just passed me.  Never looked or made eye contact.

And here he was now on the other side of a door that just hit me. I’m not mad at him.  I mean was an honest mistake, I should have been paying attention.

“How could you Tagger!” an amazon female shouted. The sound hurt my ears but not nearly as much as the sounds that came after. Dozens and dozens of amazons flooded the hallways creating an ever growing barrier between Tagger and me.  I never moved and yet I could feel the crowd get larger, their voices making my head hurt more and more.  I heard some shouting in the distance followed by someone shouting fight but that was soon fading away as I was picked up by Elsa, one hand on my back and the other cupping my diaper under my pants.  She wasn’t pressing me to her like Bree does, eh allowed me to support my head with my hand to mitigate the headache as she walked down the hallway, opposite of the Tagger.  I could feel other hands rubbing my back and pulling the waistband of my pants so I knew they were checking me themselves. 

I tried to tell them to just let me go to class but every time I opened my mouth speak I was shushed.  By either Elsa or another from the crowd that was clearing the hallway for Elsa to carry me.  You would think she was handling an explosive with how much they were overreacting.  After a few minutes I realized they were taking me to the nurse’s office.  Nothing I said was going to make them stop; too many amazons in full parental panic, emotion to the highest decree, washing over them.

The nurse’s office wasn’t much better.  You should have heard the disappointment when the staff turned away most of the amazons away except for Elsa and one other amazon girl that had walked in with her.  With the crowd at the door, another flurry I found myself in as the nursing staff took over.  To give you some perspective…our school nurses office is nearly as big as a hospital waiting room.  It was mean to take care of over 60 students at a time.  Anything more than that and they would call the hospitals.  After informing the nurse at the front desk what happened, without any input from me, we were escorted to a room where I was changed into a hospital gown and being held and baby talked by the two girls. My watch was removed and laid on the table.

After a few moments I was taken to the schools MRI machine where I was swaddled in a blanket, “please remain as still as you can Aaron.  I know the machine is scary and makes loud noises but do your best to be a brave boy,” the nurse said to me before leaving the room. 

Does every amazon believe we are as fragile as glass?

The machine started up, it was a very loud noise but aside from that I really didn’t have a problem.  It took a few minutes but I was eventually picked back up and delivered back to the room where Elsa and the other were but it turned out the nurse had told them to return to class.  I was laid on the table.  The lights were dimmed low and I was told to rest until the results came in. 

As the door close I put my watch back on, twisting the dial.  Immediately I could feel little pins and needles sensations move up my arm, similar to when blood flow returns to your limbs after cutting the flow off.  In truth it was my little nano-machines when they reached my ear, Morpheus spoke.

You have a concussion Aaron.

“That would explain the headache” I replied, turning over on my stomach to conceal my face in as much darkness as possible.

Morpheus had evolved ten thousand times over since the start of the year.  With his help in comprehensive coding of the Nantes I was able to finish my project a week early.  Then I simply used my last week to improve on my original design, made changes in the schematics of the coding and paperwork and finalized it before submitting it to Mr. Tully last week.

I only mention this because the nurse is typing on her computer a recommendation for you…summary regression.  Zero chance of getting hurt like this again.

“How did you—“I started before I remembered that Morpheus scans nearby machinery and electronics when he starts.  Computers, phones, tablets, security footage, robots and machinery.  This feature let him orient itself with its surroundings.  “Never mind” I said softly.  There is no way she got approval for that summary, nor would she be allowed to implement it but when have amazons really followed the rules when it comes to being fair to littles.

Sure enough, a few minutes later the nurse comes in with a cup of apple juice, she tells me to drink it as it will help me feel better.  After a she left I struggled getting off the table and pouring the apple juice into a potted plant tin the corner, something doctors’ offices do to make the room nicer for people. 

Another struggle getting back up on the table and my head was pounding.  I lay there for another few minutes before I heard the door open.  I thought it was the nurse checking to see if I drank the apple juice but then I heard additional voices.

“We only have a few minutes before the nurse comes back,” a female voice said. 

The bright lights flicked on, I covered my mouth as the headache came back.  “Don’t you dare scream,” another female voice said.  I was manhandled onto all fours as my diaper was pulled down and a sharp slap connected with my rear end forcing a muffled scream into the hand.

A few moments passed before I felt a cold liquid smeared around my butt hole and then a foreign object forced into it.  I screamed again into the hand, followed by another sharp smack on my rear end and the object finished entering.  It took a few seconds but then I felt liquid entering me.  It was an enema. I tried to move but the amazon’s arms held me in place.  I couldn’t do anything but squirm and take it. 

It was then, Shelly Henning sat on the bed in front of me, a large smile on her face.  “Hi baby,” she said.  She wasn’t trying to hide her pleasure in my pain.  “I know you’ve been having trouble going during the daytime so this should help.  The enema is mostly water but there are a few chemicals to help you.  It’s the same thing my mother gives to her littles to ensure they make poopies.”

‘Ugh’ she went on and on about littles in need of parents to take care of them.  It was when the enema was near the end that her real motivation came about.  “Now, I want you to thank me for the enema and helping to keep you healthy.”

I was mad.  I didn’t want to say it but all it took was whoever was behind me twisting the nozzle and I gave in, “thank you” I said “for keeping me healthy by giving me this enema.”

“Your welcome baby.  Now you can do me a favor as repayment for this kindness.”

The nozzle was being pulled…slowly.  The pain was excruciating.  Not just the pressure on my bladder but the pain on my butthole.  As she spoke the girls finished removing the enema bulb and lifted the diaper back in place.

“I know you act very smart baby boy. You make good grade but you spend way too much time trying not to mess your pants.  Still, I need your mind.  I want you to hack the school’s auto closet.”

That was an odd request.

I mean the thing is essentially a computer but why in the world would you want to hack a fancy closet?  It doesn’t keep any valuable records (credit cards or passwords).  Al it can do is change clothes.  I pondered this, why would a stuck up girl like Shelly care about getting access to a machine that changes clothes?

Humiliation?  Maybe.  But if that was true, it would mean she wasn’t to humiliate more than one person.  Shelly acted like the queen bee of the school but she isn’t.  Pretty-yes, smart-yes, conniving-oh yes but as for being on top of the social hierarchy of the school-maybe just outside of the top ten.

A smack on my diapered bottom jostled my heavy bladder and brought me back to reality.  Shelly was telling me she wanted complete access to the auto-closet and she wanted access by the next week. 

I didn’t want to do it.  For one it was a crime as it was a functioning tool of the school.  Second, by tampering with it, it would be a crime against the company that made it as it violated their warranty policy.  I had to figure out something to do.  All I could think of was stalling.

“Shelly, it can’t be done in a week.  The safety firewalls are adaptive algorithms that change every second.  It would take me three weeks to calculate them on any computer to get past them.”

She showed little to no interest in my words.  Another smack on my diaper and she chided me for trying to make excuses and not do this little favor for her.  I simply replied that I would do it only if she gave me the right amount of time to get it done.

After a few more seconds of pleading she finally agreed but if I didn’t deliver as soon as possible she would be back with super suppositories. 

She and her two friends left with the enema bag and when the door she it was like they were never there.  My bladder was hurting, my butt was tingling with heat and my head was hurting from the added stress.

I waited there with every muscle in my butt clenched to keep everything inside.  It was a losing battle and if I didn’t do something soon I was going to go into the diaper.  That would be all anyone needs to demerit me and send me to the principle for discipline.  Or worse, regression. 

After the nurse came in, surprise on her face more than anything that I wasn’t regressed, she checked my vitals again.  It took everything in my power to not cry out when she drew blood.  The resident doctor checked me over and said I was good to go back to class.

I walked out into the hallway, a little shaky but nothing terrible, but every single step is making my but hurt.  With people moving about the hallways I didn’t dare make a run for the bathroom; I would be stopped just before I could ever enter.  I can tell some of the amazon women are watching me.  Like they knew something was going to happen to him, waiting for it to happen.  I walked with purpose toward the stairs until I felt a hand take mine and jerk me toward the elevator.  Before I could even notice what happened the elevator doors were closing and a ping announced over the elevator.

Thank you Ms. Parker

I looked up to see Rosalie looking at me with equal parts worry and anger.  Turned out Rosalie had heard about it what happened to me and had come to see me but overheard Shelly and her threats.  She heard what they were doing to me and hid before anyone else could see her. 

“Where are we going?” I asked. 

“The home economics class is empty this period, the nurse leaves the door unlocked in the event a little has an accident.  It would be better to do it there, no one on that side of the floor for until after lunch.  The elevator pinged and we stepped out, heading left to the home economics room.  I never thought I would enter this room ever again after freshmen year.  The smell of baby powder and wipes is a permanent stain in this room.  Rosalie led me to the private office where its own private bathroom was at.  It was a little bigger than me. 

Rosalie laid an adaptation on top of the toilet.  “I have to use this sometimes.  Some amazon toilets are too big even for me.  I didn’t ask or reason that I was using her toilet seat.  My bowels constricted and in truth the idea that I was dropping my pants in front of a girl was just gone.  I couldn’t get the diaper off, I didn’t have my tools with me.  So I just sat on the adapter…diaper and all.  Rosalie pulled my shirt off at the last second before it happened.

BLLLLLLUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP!!!

It all came rushing out.  A watery mess that felt sticky on my rear end.  My eyes were closed and the mess just kept coming.  After several minutes the diaper must’ve reached capacity because it leaked out of the diaper and into the toilet.

It wasn’t just that, oddly a sense of relief washed over me as my bowls cleared.  Maybe even a euphoric feeling, which was quickly replaced with disgust at the fact that the diaper held most of the mess against me. 

I was panting.  I was exhausted from all of this.  Not to mention that my head was still hurting and I was only in a diaper in front of a girl.  It was then I looked up to see Rosalie had stepped out of the bathroom sometime in my blowout. I took a sigh of relief at that until I realized she was going to see and smell it when she came back in.

After moments of silence and the last trickle came out; I just sat there and waited. 

“Are you done?” she called.

At first I nodded before realizing I didn’t say much of anything.  “Yes” I said.

“Ok, well don’t freak out, but this is the best way to clean you.”

The door opened and in walked a nannybot.  I panicked, trying to move but the full diaper just sloshed around and more came out of the leg holes but it threw me of balance.  The nannybot was dressed in a maids outfit, all forest green with white frills and apron.   Most nanny bots have the same stock face, like mannequins in a store.  Modeled after some famous actress years ago. 

Unlike fancier nanny bots, this one was on wheels, moving smoothly as it approached and picked me up.  It was an odd sensation and at first me fear kicked it at this.  Being taken to the changing table.  The Nanny bot removed the diaper, dropping it into the waste, before taking me to the large sink for bathing infants.  A steady stream of warm water washed over me as the nanny bot scrubbed me from head to toe, taking intense care around my privates.  While being manhandled I noticed Rosalie watching the ordeal from beside the bot. 

“Relax Aaron, its ok,” she said softly. “It’s the most efficient way to clean you.”

By this point the bath was over and I was being dried.  “I don’t want this thing to go too far” I said.

“Relax, I gave it the instructions.  Just let the bot do its thing and it will be over soon,” she replied.

Being dry I was whisked back to the changing table where all of the straps were used. A vial of liquid was massaged into my skin for a few seconds before wiping me down.  Then the bot lifted my legs, a baby wipe going over my rear side that was when I noticed my hair was gone.

“Oh crap, now I’m hairless like a little” I said.

“In case you forgot, Aaron, you are a little,” Rosalie replied.

Baby powder patted into my butt before I was wrapped back into a diaper.  The diaper snug against my skin.  It wasn’t a super thick diaper but it was definitely more than the pampers I usually wear.  In no time I was redressed in my school uniform before the nannybot returned to its station and began recharging.

‘Huh’ I thought, “usually nannybots are all cooing and baby talk, it was almost weird not hearing it talk.”

“My parents had a nannybot for me when I was a child,” Rosalie said.  “One of the first things I learned was the speech centers.  I couldn’t stand it as a kid.  I used to leave my room at night to tinker with it.”

She gestured to the nannybot while I slipped my backpack on, “fortunately this one obeys commands.”

My impression of Rosalie was definitely raised at this point.  My headache getting less and less but it was still there.  We walked out of the room, the hallway now empty as classes had begun.  She elbowed me in the side in a playful manner.  This was actually a bit of fun, being out in the hallways during class time.  A little bit of a rebellion, for someone like me who lives strictly by the rules, it’s a very freeing moment.  The same feeling when you have a holiday off. 

Down the stairs we reached the junction, her class was the opposite direction from me, “I’m going this way,” she said. 

“I’m this way,” I motioned in the opposite direction. 

“Well I have to say this was exciting compared to a normal school day.  Glad I could help.”

“Hey, Rosalie…thank you,” I was turning away from her when the quick patter of feet came up behind me.  All of a sudden Rosalie kissed me, on the cheek, but she kissed me.  Then ran off down the hallway.  Shock was the only word I could think of. 

“It would appear Ms. Parker likes you” Morph’s voice snapped me out of my daze and forced me back to reality and to my waiting class.  After handing the teacher the nurse’s note I took my seat and set about taking notes on everything.  Thinking on Shelly’s threat of physical harm if I didn’t hack the auto-closet.  The attempted regression by the nursing staff.  Being manhandled by a nannybot in front of a pretty girl and yet, that kiss kept popping up at random. 

Toward the end of the class the school announcements were being read overhead.  Our schools basketball team was apparently on track to win another championship, which was conflicting.  On the one hand I’m glad our school is doing well but on the other hand I’ve never been to a single game.

Littlest were not allowed to attend sporting events without a parent (adopted or biological) or a guardian.  No little wanted that as it would go to the amazons head that the little in question was wanting to be adopted and would therefore have no need to watch the game.  Especially after a little in my sophomore year attended a volleyball game and was adopted and diapered before the match was even half done.  Someone had poured water down her clothes and made it look like she wet herself, or so I was told by my fellow littles.

Speaking of littles, we are down to just three of us.  Kevin had made the mistake of believing an amazon who’d invited him to a party at their house.  Don’t get me wrong, there was a party, there was also alcohol and plenty of amazon females.  Within an hour, LPS and police arrived, Kevin was deemed to put himself into harm’s way and that clearly made him having a case of maturosis. Elizabeth Burkhart, daughter of the home economics teacher ended up adopting Kevin. 

There was nothing that could be done.  Bree made sure to usher me toward him when Elizabeth brought him to school as the home economics aid (a position I’d been force to do my freshmen year).  The sad part of that was I was forced to do it, but because I was the aid, I didn’t actually participate in the class and the teacher gave me a B-.  I looked on as I saw Kevin suffering the same fate.  His new mommy and grandmother could force him to do this year after year.

With announcements over, so was class.  I knew word had gotten around school, though Tagger’s fate was unknown to me.  Still I moved quickly through the hallways, Bree will be looking for me, but for this last period we are not together, if I can get down to the second level and I n the classroom I will be in the clear—

I was whisked up in the air and my face was planted against a woman’s chest. 

“Oh Aaron, you’ve had me so worried” Bree cried out.  A quick movement and a door shutting and I found myself sitting on a counter top, my head even with Bree’s boobs.  She was poking and prodding my head, searching my face and hair for any sign of bruising.  Bree herself looked like she’d been crying for a while now.  Some of her mascara was runny and teardrops lay on the collar of her shirt. 

“My god, are you hurt?  Did he hurt you?  What did the doctor say?  Are you in pain?  Do you need a new diaper?”  The endless sea of questions were pouring out of Bree and it seemed every few seconds she would embrace me in a tight hug as if to assure herself that I was still here. 

“You’re crushing my head in your hugs Bree and I still have a headache,” I managed to say in between hugs.  Bree released me and after a few calming breaths she smiled.  I confirmed that I was ok.  I also thanked her for her concerns but I really was ok.  Bree touched up her makeup and carried me to my last class.  She was almost reluctant to let me go.

After class she Bree insisted on a last diaper change but honestly I thinks she was looking for a reason to check on me again.

 

~*~

 

Over the weekend I spent majority of time working on Shelly’s request.  Since there was no evidence it would be my word against Shelly’s and no matter how smart I am, amazons will not simply take my word for it. In fact, with false accusations, it could be declared maturosis.  And with the threat of further attacks it seemed easier to just work on it. 

I set up the code accessing the auto-closet while I set morph to build an app that could set it to a phone.  This seemed easier than simply giving Shelly a webpage.  That would give more people options to mess with it and I simply wanted Shelly to be the only one doing damage.  I took some time to clean, school work.  I had some in depth conversations with my lawyers concerning the house being sold, my college dorm has already been paid for.  He also set up a video chat with my roommate, and my contract for the end of the year. 

All in all it was a busy weekend and I still hadn’t finished Shelly’s request.  I needed some conversion help in the coding to switch between the sensors and the app.  For this I needed to speak with Dylan, he would be more familiar with this code.  I mean his project is anti-gravity equations which use conversion algorithms.  I need to talk with him and convince him somehow.

This upcoming week is Valentines week, ugh, I wish I was sick this week.  It’s just too much love.  Don’t get me wrong I’ve nothing against it but this week it feels too much.

With groceries delivered and everything set out for the week I turned in.

It was not peaceful sleep.  I woke up several times covered in sweat.  Nightmares of being adopted by Shelly or getting thrown into an automated daycare or etiquette school would not let me have a peaceful night’s sleep.

[Guilend]

I'm glad to see this back. I'm curious to how taggard had a setback? Did he wet or mess his pants? Was he spanked by someone at the school or by his mother? How did the female Amazon's treat him while he was diapered? Did he get his diaper checked constantly and was he forced to use them for everything even at home? How was he dressed while in diapers?  I'm curious to what Shelly is up to. I absolutely love this story. 

[Guilend]

I think Shelly wants to use the machine to humiliate a group of people at the valentine's party. She probably got the idea from what happened to Taggard. 

[SGTbaby]

Glad this is back and a great chapter as well. I like how Rosalie treated him nicely. Nice change maybe there is something there for later?

[Princessamaryllis]

I thinking Aaron is going to get caught and be punished by having to finish the rest of his school year living with Bree as her baby when they’re not at school. I really would like to see Bree’s dream come true since I think she is a good person at heart. Just a bit little crazy. Though if you honestly think about it being babied wouldn’t be that bad of trade off when you would also be in an incredibly rich family.