The Walking Diapered (Private for Chancellor Castro and HRE Superfunnel)
 

The sun gleamed of the shattered glass of the storefront window, and Clementine sighed. In the glass she could see the sorry reflection of a filthy young girl.

Her faded smock visible through her unzipped purple jacket, her baseball cap she had become rather attached to over the last month of horror and terror, and lastly a dirty cream coloured skirt, going down to her knees and concealing from the world the embarrassing item of babyish clothing underneath.

Even swaying idle from side to side was enough to make its plastic shell crinkle, and reminded her of the shame she was forced to endure.

Clementine HATED the diaper. Hated, hated, hated it. She was nine years old, not nine months! she wasn't a baby and she didn't need or want this, no matter what Christa and Omid said.

Though there was a part of her that understood why, even if she refused to admit it. Ever since Lee had died, she had began to have accidents. She had had bed-wetting problems before, but she had gotten over them years ago. Now they had returned, and not in the random, sporadic way they had been before.

She had began to wet herself every night, and despite her best efforts, the other members of the group had found out, and decided to take action. Wearing old diapers to bed had been embarrassing but manageable, and she appreciated not having to wake up to soaked clothes and a wet sleeping bag.

But then the daytime accidents had begun, and Christa had been as uncompromising as ever. It hadn't even been a week of day accidents before she had been put into diapers 24/7. "for her own good." Alongside all the rules they laid down about them. Some practical, most humiliating for the poor girl.

She turned around as she heard footsteps getting louder, and realised that her new guardians had caught up to her. And Christa didn't look pleased.

Christa was frowning as she found Clementine, a rolled up diaper in one hand. She crossed her arms and let the diaper drop to the ground with a soft wet splat.

"Clementine, mind explaining what that is? I found it in the corner of our camp." She leaned on an old shelving unit, "You know that you can't change yourself." Christa had made that rule in order to keep track of the girl's diaper supply. If they got too low they would have to scavenge for more and Christa preferred to keep a running total in her head. Clem changing herself threw that total off and caused the group to run the risk of running out diapers for the girl.

Christa was not thrilled about having to change Clem's diapers, however, it was the quickest and most sanitary option they had at the moment, "Well?"

Clementine blushed crimson at the sight of her shameful deed. The diaper was swollen and stained yellow with pee, and even from the relative distance on the floor, Clementine wrinkled her nose at the horrible smell of stale urine. It was a Pampers cruisers, one of the few diaper sizes that still fit Clem, and she could see the wetness indicator had completely faded long ago.

"I-i-i didn't mean to." she stuttered in embarrassment, avoiding Christa's mean stare like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. She saw Christa adjust her bag, not breaking her stare as she did so. "My diaper bag" she realised with a blush.

"It's just, It was soaked all the way through this morning, and you weren't awake, and you always say not to wake you unless its an emergency, but it was getting cold and felt yucky, so..."

She shifted in place as she tried to offer her feeble excuse. Hopefully her punishment wasn't going to be too bad.

Christa rolled her eyes and walked towards the girl before kneeling down to be at eye level with Clem, "You didn't mean to change your diaper?" she she sighed and lifted up the girl's cream colored shirt before squeezing the diaper, "hmmmm, still dry for now." she picked the girl up and kicked the soaked diaper away.

"Clementine, you need to learn to get used to staying in a used diaper. We dont have time to change you while we are on the road. I don't care if you are wet or if you pooped yourself you need to wait for your change. When you change yourself you tend to do a half assed job and get diaper rash."

Clementine continued looking at her shoes throughout this conversation. For some reason the small cracks in the wood panelled floor had become fascinating for her. "No, I mean, I did, and I know it was wrong and against the rules, but it was so icky!" she complained even as she apologised.

"I'm sorry Christa, I just wanted a clean diaper." she said, still not quite believing she was talking about diapers this way.

She eeped as Christa suddenly lifted her skirt and grabbed her diaper. "I could just tell you!" she protested, but didn't interfere with the diaper check. Even tuning around and lifting her skirt again so Christa could check the seat. She bit her lip as she felt Christa pull back the band of the diaper to check her.

At least Omid wasn't here. He was in the back of the shop, looking for anything useful.

She blushed crimson at the mention of pooping. Wetting these diapers was bad enough, but Christa had insisted she use her diapers for number 2 as well. She had said she wasn't going to waste good diapers every time she needed to poop, and that it was more sanitary, somehow.

She had only had to mess herself once so far, but it was still and awful experience for her. She had begged Christa to take the diaper off and let her go potty, but Christa had put her foot down. Clem had been forced to squat in her skirt, and mess herself like a toddler. For once, she was glad that Duck was no longer with them. He'd have found it hilarious.

To her credit, Christa had changed her swiftly and thoroughly, even if the change itself was also a new level of embarrassing.

She scowled at Christa's last comment. "I do not! It's hard to change yourself, and its not that bad!" she said defensively.

"So what now?" she asked. She was apprehensive about what her punishment was going to be.

Christa rolled her eyes a bit, "What happens if you need to go when we are hiding from a group of walkers? You are going to have to wait in your diaper until I can change you." She sighed and picked the girl up.

"Let's see, I found something special just for you." She smiled as she dug around in the girl's diaper bag until she pulled out a plastic wrapped pacifier, "here we go." She unwrapped the pacifier and held it to the girl's mouth, "Open or you are getting a spanking and the pacifer." She said with a stern tone to her voice. Christa looked out the broken store window.

Christa sighed a bit as her stomach growled, "Come on Clem, lets go get some breakfast. "

"I could hold it!" she blurted out, trying not to lose the argument, though it was long lost. She squirmed as she was picked up. She didn't like when Christa did this, it made her feel so little and vulnerable.

She tried to protest the pacifier, but gulped at the threat, and opened her mouth obediently as it was filled with the pacifier. She had never been spanked by Christa, not yet, but she didn't want to experience it very much.

As Christa took her hand in hers and they walked off, she gave a tentative suckle on the pacifier. It wasn't that bad, despite the embarrassment she felt. "Whash fouw bwakefwast?" she tried to ask through the pacifier. She could have removed it, but she didn't want to risk Christa's wrath.

"Oh really?" Christ's rolled her eyes at the girl, "You seem to be not able to hold it, airgo the diaper." She smirked just a bit. Christ's couldn't help but smile as the girl sucked on her pacifer, "see, it's not so bad. You are such a cute little baby." She smiled as she entered their camp.

"Omid managed to find some cereal for us. Dunno if it's any good. It's one of those incredibly sugary cereals." She said as she sat Clem down on her sleeping bag before pouring her a small bowel of the sugary meal, "never understood why people liked this stuff."

"You're over reacting." She blushed crimson at Christa's teasing over her diaper. "Not cute!" she exclaimed. She hated that word.

"We like it because it tasted good!" she exclaimed as she grabbed a bowl and bottle of water, sitting down on her sleeping bag to eat.

She removed her pacifier and set it down carefully on the bag. "So hoe long do I need to wear it for?" she asked in between bites, referring to her punishment pacifier.

As she shifted to get comfortable, she was again reminded intimately about the crinkly garment around her loins. She wondered how many they had left. Probably not many, and that would mean another humiliating search for more.

"Oh bout you are super cute." She smiled as she ate a granola bar, "well, let's see. You will have the pacifer for the next week and if you are a good little baby than you don't have to have it anymore, however, if you keep being bad then your pacifer comes right back to you."

She smiled a bit, "we have about five left so we will need to look for more today. If you need to go potty go now so I can change you. You won't be getting a change until.at least lunch. So if you need to poop, do it now"