Tiffany frowned, and then felt herself loose control of her body. She was still aware of where she was, but she seemed to be completely helpless; but she was moving. “Tiffany,� said Melanie, “I need you to poop for me now, OK?� Melanie watched in fasciation as Tiffany fell over, and propped herself back up. She stuck her butt into the air, and Melanie watched her diapers fill out some as she pooped herself. After she was done, she fell back over, landing smack dab on top of the mess she had just made. At this, she began to cry. “Act your age you baby,� Melanie managed between laughs.

Tiffany began to have more control of herself, realizing where she was. She looked around, trying to remember where she was, and what she had been doing. She looked down, past her bra, to her now soiled diapers. She continued to cry. “It’s OK Tiffany,� said Melanie. �All of us have accidents.� The rest of the girls looked on, faces distant. Melanie continued talking to them for awhile while they all ate, making various jokes and jabs at how they were diapered. Finally, Courtney spoke up.

�Girls? This is the perfect opportunity,� she said bluntly. They all nodded. Each of them stood up, and they all started moving towards Melanie.
�I don’t think you want to do that,� said Melanie. But it was too late. The girls were already after Melanie, and had her pinned against the padded floor. The girls rounded up as many diapers as they could find inside the room, and looked at the mountain they had piled next to Melanie. Strangely, Melanie smiled at what they were about to do. “I think you’ll regret it if you try it,� she said. The girls weren’t listening. They took off Melanie�s pants, finding she was already wearing diapers. They began work, taping on diaper after diaper. The stack slowly grew smaller and smaller, until all of the diapers were sloppily taped onto Melanie. They all backed off, looking at her. “You’re all a bunch of babies,� Melanie said casually.

Instantly, the girls all dropped to the floor. They all cried out upon the impact, but didn’t say anything else; they were all helpless like babies. They were now no longer a threat. Melanie sat up with great effort, holding on to the diapers she was wearing. She looked at the enormous pair of plastic panties the girls had forgotten to put on her, and thought for a moment. She spread them out, and fell back over, taking her time to shimmy them on over the mass of diapers she was wearing. She heard them lock with a click, and smiled at the sound. While awkward and uncomfortable, wearing this many diapers was fun. She called for the orderlies, who came in and put the girls in their hammocks again. There would be a lot of fun in store for them tomorrow. After they were done with the girls, Melanie had them put her in a romper, and zip her into one of the jellied sleeping bags. Completing her instructions, the orderlies gave her a feeding line, and left her with the girls for the night. The lights went out, and everyone nodded off.

The girls looked around the street corner, not really knowing how they got there. They all found themselves in various states of dress; none without diapers, however. Courtney looked at what she was wearing. She looked down at her waist, finding herself in a tight pair of jean shorts. The fabric of the shorts pressed tightly against all edges of the diapers, notably accentuating the bulge at her crotch. She imagine her but looked extremely well padded in these pants. Looking inside the waist band revealed three thick disposable diapers, white and blue in colour. The diapers poked out of the top and bottom of the shorts; there wasn’t any question as to what she was wearing. Her shirt was also tight fitting, but she was properly dressed otherwise. She looked around at some of the other girls. Tiffany was in a red leotard, like a dancer or gymnast would wear. Her diapers poked through the leg openings, trimming her legs right before her crotch with pink lace. Otherwise, she was dressed fine as well. Grace was in a wheel chair, bound similarly the way they were a day or two ago. She had on the most diapers of everyone; her legs were tightly bound and pressed against the sides of the chair. She had no pacifier or force feeding however; the diapers were enough.

The girls outfits were arguably normal, save the diapers they were wearing. The strange thing was, they didn’t seem to be locked in the diapers. There was a chance they could get out, Courtney thought. Melanie appeared around the corner, and began to divide the twelve girls into three groups of four. Courtney found herself grouped with Tiffany, Grace, and Melody. The girls looked at each other, and began to examine the list they had been handed by Melanie.

“All right girls. Listen up!� said Melanie. �You’re all going on a scavenger hunt that starts here. You need everything on that list – I repeat EVERYTHING – or you’ll be unhappy with what happens. I need everything down to the last detail, otherwise you’ll spend another week in diapers, school and all. Everybody clear?� The girls nodded, and Melanie began talking again. “The rules are fairly simple. You get twenty dollars, and your wits. Otherwise, just about anything goes. You can do what you like with the money. Just be mindful of the things on the list that require money to get. Oh, and you get a Polaroid camera too, to document what things require pictures. Now are we all clear?� Everyone nodded in response. �All right everybody. You’re on your own until we meet back here at 6:30. Good luck!�