You then proceed to walk…er, waddle into the next room, where the rest of them had gone. Inside, you see the four people who you had just spoken with, along with a young lady sitting at a console, with a headset.
When she turns around, you notice it is Tina, a cute, slightly muscular, slightly chubby, lady you had worked with on an espionage mission. You had constantly picked on her, throughout the entire mission, and now, here you are standing in front of her, in nothing but a diaper.
“Well, Johny Boy! Don’t you look adorable!”
“I KNOW, RIGHT?” Says the other lady in the suit.
“Alright, girls.” Says the First Lady.
“I’m sorry Mam, but you can’t deny, he Does look fine in a diaper!”
“The two men just look away, awkwardly, trying to seem as casual as possible.”
“Ok, Tina.” She says, this time, unable to keep from grinning. “Let’s stay focused. Johny boy is running on a tight schedule, so let’s get him briefed, “ the two girls laugh, “and out of here.”
“Right,” says Tina, winking at you, “Might as well make this straight forward, and to the point, no since WETTING IT DOWN!” More laughter.
“Alright, Johny. Look, this is where you’ll come in at.”
She shows you a map on the screen. “We have no idea of where Clara might be, so you’ll have to figure that out, first.” A Picture of Clara comes up on the screen. She is gorgeous, especially for a teenager. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a sweet, cute, face, and a body to die for.
“Now, we’re gonna drop you in, in a special pod we’ve designed, with a cloaking device. This will only last a few minutes, so once you land, you better find some shelter fast. Again, you don’t HAVE to keep that diaper on, but I would advice it, aside from making your butt look really fine,” you blush, “As I’m sure you’ve been told, If the Super Nanny’s catch you without a diaper, you’ll be spanked, and taken immediately to IC. In IC, they don’t even care whether you’re a guy or a girl, anymore. So, unless you fancy panties and dresses, I’d stay away from there. Then again, if you DO wanna get out of your diaper, you might concider finding the rebellion, since they have been the only ones successful in get out of the diapers, and staying away from the Nanny’s . From here, I can’t say weather the rebels will be your friend or you foe. Heck, Clara may very well be with them; you’re just gonna have to find out! If you do wanna find them, we have heard reports that they have been using the train system. See, there is a children’s riding train that goes around the island. It was originally set up to carry supplies, and babies from one part of the island to another, but supposedly, the rebels are now using it themselves. Now then, for the rest of your gear! She gets up, and walks to the closet, bringing out a few things.
“Here is a T-shirt, so you won’t be COMPLETELY exposed,” she puts it on over your head. Now you just feel even MORE babyish, “And you’ll also need this,” she says, as she starts putting a frilly baby bonnet over your head.”
“What? WHY?” You say, almost sounding like a wine.
“Because of THIS” she says, talking into a microphone, which you hear from somewhere in the bonnet.
“And THIS” she says, popping a pacifier into your mouth, that you notice is attached to your shirt with a pink ribbon, “That’s YOUR microphone.”
You blush, deep red, feeling all of 2 feet tall, standing in a room full of people, dressed up like a 1-year old.
“Now then, you better get going, you’re almost down to 71 hours! Just go through that door, and into the pod you’ll see inside. It is automated, and will automatically take you where you need to go.”
You turn back to them, one last, glaring at them angrily, as they struggle not to burst into laughter.
“I Thware!” you start, angrily, pausing when you hear just how babish you sound with the pacifier in your mouth. You take it out before continuing. “I swear! If I get out of this, you’re ALL gonna get a spanking!”
They all burst into hysterics, especially Tina, who quickly pops your pacifier back in your mouth.
“Sure thing, Honey Buns.” She cooes at you, as if talking to a baby. She then grabs you by the shoulders, turning you around. “Now you GET!” She says, patting you on your diapered rear. In the next room, you see a small pod, that looks somewhat like a metallic, space-aged, baby cradle. You hesitantly get in, at which point, it seals up, and you feel it begin to move. You lie there in complete darkness, sucking on your binky, being whisked away to who-knows-where. You being to nod off after awhile from the bordom, and from the soothing vibrations in the pod.
But then, all of a sudden, you are jarred by a sudden voice in your bonnet.
“YOU AWAKE, BABYKINS!”
It scares you for a moment, but then you realize it’s just Tina, and you groan irritably.
“Don’t Go to Sleep, Babe, You’re Almost There!”
“Oh, THUT UP!” You lithp behind the pacifier. Tina just laughs at you. “Oh, this is gonna be FUN, Johny Boy!”
“MY NAME, ITH THANKTH!” You say.
“Whatever you say, Baby Bye!” she cooes. “Anyway, get ready for landing. Remember, after a few minutes, the cloaking device will dissipate, so find shelter, soon. And remember, Mamma’s right here, if you need her! HAHAHAHAHAH!”
You groan behind the pacifier, as you suddenly feel the pod quickly descending. Then, all of a sudden, it spins around upside down, dropping you out on your butt. For once, you are glad to be wearing a diaper.
You stand up, dusting yourself off, and being checking out your surroundings. You see Four Main Buildings: One Looks Like a Hospital, One Looks like a Childrens’ School Building, And One Looks like a Lab, of some sort. The fourth building is pink, and looks like a giant doll-house. You also see a set of train tracks, running away from you.
What will you check out, first?
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