Amy's enforced diapering (Private)

Amy Stewart, a fourteen years old school newspaper detective journalist could not believe her luck... She got a pass to visit a mysterious AB centre placed at the outskirts of her small town and she was inside of it. She hadn't been able to bring any devices with her - no camera, no voice recorder, not even her mobile into the centre. And her school editor won't let her publish anything... she'll have to wait, but she was definetely one of the few visitors let inside and she'll learn a lot here.

She was in a group of five visitors, all were adults, looking like doctors. All of them were wearing smart suits, while she was in her torn blue jeans tucked into combat boots, wide leather military-style belt, black tank top, spiked choker and spiked bands on her wrists. The guide was a man in is late forties, very boring, especially when she wanted too look at some details of the facility - for example the bottles with a pacifiers standing in a row at the storage room... At that moment the guide was saying something about not letting an underaged visitors in the future... she was OK with that, and didn't listen to him actually...

The other interesting thing was a daily room for adultbabies, the visiting group stood behind a small fencing, dividing the room for a warden's part (covered with a plastic floor) and the AB part, covered with a snow-white hairy carpet.
Amy decided to put a foot on the other side, just to annoy the boring guide and of her natural jounalist's curiosity. She moved her right leg above the fencing, than the other, and soon was on the AB side...

Out of nowhere a large woman warden came, told her to get back. When the girl moved closer to the fencing to go back shenoticed her combat boots left some dit on a snowy-white carpet... She just smiled to pissed-off warden.

"All right, fatso, do not worry so much... Alexandria" she said as she read the warden's name and went over the fencing again. At that moment her pass card fell off the right front pocket of her jeans (they were tight and shallow). The girl didn't notice it, was just happy the warden didn't care about her anymore...

Finally, after some time they visiting group was standing again at the electrically-locked and guarded door leading outside the centre. She was at the end, so all the doctors had gone through the gate and Amy was next to show her pass. She reached to the right front pocket of her jeans and frozen... it was empty. She checked all her pockets. Nothing. She felt she was blushing...

The guide said he has no time to wait for her, took the rest of the group and they went off.

Am didn't know what to do... At that moment the AB warden, the same she met at the AB daily room, appeared carrying some papers to the guards. The guards took those papers, looked at them and at the teen and shook their heads.

The smiled warden thanked them and approached the girl. She told her that all her problems will be solved soon, but the girl must go back to the facility and meet somebody of the authorities.

"O...OK." Amy agreed.

The warden let her through another elecrically-locked doors, using her warden-pass. When these doors locked behind them the warden grabbed Amy by girl's arm and started to march her quickly.

"What to fuck are you doing, stop it, it hrts, you moron!" The teenager was tottally pissed off by now.

The words she heard from the woman and a spank at the seat of her jeans she got from the warden made her legs weak and shaky. She didn't expect that. Nobody could expect that!

"You're out of your mind" She said shakily, still being led somewhere by the woman "Where do you take me?"

[PeculiarChangeling]

Alexandria recognized the high school reporter wannabe from the start for what she was: Trouble. Nothing but a nuisance, and a rude one at that. In her opinion, all the brats in high school should have to spend a year or so in her facility learning a bit of discipline before they got to graduate. So, when she saw Amy lose her visitor badge, she jumped at the chance to at least teach this girl a lesson.

It wasn't hard, once she had the badge, to access the computer and change some facts about the soon-to-be-patient. Name? Amy... Stalwart. Similar, but if someone came looking she wouldn't show up. Level? Patient... We'll say a full infant level, highly aggressive, just in case. Duration of stay? At Warden's discretion. There, that should do it. Now to just go find her and begin the fun.

Printing out the files, she brought them to the door guard. "This girl escaped and stole some clothes from a locker room. I can handle it, just let me know if you see her come this way," she said.

"I saw her not too long ago, she said she's a visitor. I think she's just over... There she is." He pointed Amy out as she walked by, and they both looked up.

"Thanks. Poor girl..." Alexandria said, shaking her head. "Doesn't know where she is half the time, lies endlessly the rest of the time." Walking over to Amy, she took her arm. "This way, sweetie," she said. Holding tight to the girl's sleeveless forearm, she walked briskly towards one of their padded nursery rooms.

Of course, it wouldn't be that easy. Halfway there, the girl had figured out something was wrong. A swat to her bottom didn't seem to do mtoo much, but it did shake Amy's confidence. Whelp, here goes nothing.

"You're coming with me, young lady, like it or not. I don't know how you got into those ridiculous clothes but it's time we got you into a diaper so you don't have an accident all over yourself. Now behave, or I'll put you over one knee and give you a lot more where that came from. Understand?"

"What to fuck you're talking about? What fuckin diaper? I'm a teenager, I do not wear diapers. And these are my own clothes" the girl said, trying to get off warden's grip. "You remember me, I'm a visitor, we met at the AB daily room! Take me to your superior!"

Beside talking back Amy couldn't do much more, as the grip woman had was firm as her hands were made of steel. But she said the words louder, and regained some confidence.

"I say once more - take me to your superior!" The teen said trying to stand still and not move, with her heavy combat boots pressing to the floor.

[PeculiarChangeling]

Alexandria sighed. Looks like they'd be doing things the hard way. "Well then, if you insist, I'll take you to his office," she said. "It's down the hall just a little ways. If I did get mixed up I apologize, but your file does say that you're a patient." Loosening her grip so she would only be gently leading Amy, she continued.

"It might have been a clerical error. We just hired some new computer workers, they might have screwed up the filing system. I promise if this is some kind of mistake, I will make sure that we put blame where it is properly due and o will personally get you compensation for any inconvenience. Now, let's go get this sorted out, okay?"

A fairly convincing lie if she did say so herself. Who knows, she might even buy it.

Amy felt the woman loosened her grip. The explanations seemed logical. She moved faster, as the warden led her. She relaxed and even put hands into the front pockets of her jeans.

"I'm Amy, by the way" she said to the warden "How shall I call you? As a guest and... how the patients call you, the wardens"

The teen was a professional journalist, she liked asking questions.

[PeculiarChangeling]

"The patients call me mommy or nana, mostly," Alexandria said. "You have to remember their setting. And... here we are." She came to an unlabeled door, which led into a room containing a metal padded table and two chairs. "Forgive the decor, we obviously can't have too much decoration or some of the aggressive patients would hurt themselves and oftentimes he helps oversee medical checkups." She let Amy walk in, then stepped in behind her and shut the door. It clicked quietly.

"The manager should be here soon. Lie down on the table while we wait?" She requested. "I noticed you are limping a bit, I want to make sure you aren't hurt. It might not even be something you noticed, but I'm trained to pick up on these things."

The girl was surprised by the proposal, and as the sound of closed doors had made her a bit nervous of the situation. She hooked her thumbs on her belt and said: "There's nothing wrong with my leg, I'll stand where I am, thank you".

The girl smiled to Alexandria, not wanting to sound too rude and asked: "can you tell me how many people are here right now, how many patients and empoyees? The guide didn't tell us that... And... you said aggresive patients, what are the restrictions for them?"

She was a real journalist...

[PeculiarChangeling]

"Let's see... not counting you of course, well... it depends on how you count it. We currently don't have any violent cases, for example, but that's because our treatment has rendered them docile. It's very effective, you see." She was a bit disappointed that Amy hadn't gone along with her trap, but she'd find another way. All it was, maybe a slight delay. No problem.

"As for staff, we have trouble counting that too. We've got full time and part time workers, human resources and janitorial staff, and specialists that we only call in on occasion. Once we get your identity verified, I can get you some precise numbers on that, but it will take me a little while to get the exact numbers." She gestured to the chair, smiling. "Why don't you sit down, at least? If you won't let me look at your leg, at least take some weight off of it."

"No, thanks, I'd rather stand. You see, whole this situation is a bit unusual and I'll relax when we get that computer problem solved."

The teen looked around. She decided that if she has to wait for that person for some time, she'd stay by the wall. She went to the middle of the wall, opposite the doors, turned around and looked at Alexandria again.

"Are you sure your superior will come HERE?" She asked, having her thumbs still hooked on her belt. It was clear she was getting a bit uncertain of he situation. "Doesn't he or she have some sort of office? Shouldn't we go and look at that person THERE?."

[PeculiarChangeling]

Alexandria sighed. This girl was being very difficult, and it was looking like she would just have to fight the girl to get her in a diaper. Shrugging, she looked at Amy. "Okay, I lied to you. This isn't an office or meeting room, it's a prep-area where we dress those who aren't in proper attire. There was no clerical error, and of there was then it's not my problem. Until it gets sorted out, you're going to be under my care. Like it or not, that means that you're going to be following my rules and wearing what I say.

"Now, I suggest you don't fight and just get dressed without complaint. You won't like what we do to deal with unruly patients. Am I clear? Lie down on the changing table now, so that I can get you dressed properly." She was being fairly honest now. With luck, Amy would go peacefully. Unlikely as it was, Alexandria still hoped just in case of the one-in-a-million chance.