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Winter Break. A time filled with nothing but sleeping in, slacking off, and, of course, the holidays of Christmas and New Years. Two weeks of blissful irresponsibility; a student's favorite part of the school year except for summer break and spring break. Some teachers were evil enough (by the students' perception) to assign some sort of work or project that would be due the day they came back from break, but most of them assigned work with a wink and a nudge, knowing that their students wouldn't so much as look at their backpacks during break. Mr. Holmes' English class was no exception, and as the students gleefully filed out of classroom and into the hallway to hit their lockers and run for the bus, the young minds were already emptying of scholastic responsibility and was filling with holiday cheer and thoughts of some wicked partying. Chastity Bennett was one of the (few) girls looking forward to some light partying, the sort that didn't involve heavy drinking, and hanging out with friends after dragging herself out of bed around noon. There would be the obligatory trips to see relatives over the break, but those would be for Christmas morning to the grandparents and New Years Eve to her uncle's house. All in all, a fairly pleasant break, she thought as she walked along with a couple of friends.
John Adamson was thinking similar thoughts, but more about playing computer games online until the small hours of the morning. The terrorists and his fellow man were just begging to receive a dosage of Excedrin Headache number 5.56 millimeter from his assault rifle. One of his classmates was a fellow gamer and they had already planned to unleash various degrees of havoc upon their games like Athena Sword, Battlefield 1942, Counterstrike, and a few others. It was going to be an excellent break, he thought, as he went to the bus pick-up area of the high school. He passed Chastity Bennett along his way without so much as a second thought aside from a brief appreciation of her stunning figure. He didn't even get that from her, since he wasn't really a whole lot to look at, even though he was taller than Chastity's five feet and seven inches by around five or six inches. On the way to his stop, All John—or Jack, as he was known to his friends, and a few teachers—was thinking about was nothing but complete and total slack time, aside from the obligatory trips to visit the relatives for a couple of days. No big deal, probably lots of fun had by all.
When he got home, however, he realized that most of his plans were to be quite violently derailed. "What?" he almost shouted when his mom told him the news. "Why?"
"Now Jack, calm down. This isn't the end of the world; all you'll be doing is spending a week doing some community service. They're providing your meals and your room and board, plus they're paying you something like five-hundred dollars." She paused. "Your father and I agreed that you should get out of the house and do something for a few days, and when this opportunity appeared we signed you up right away. This will be good for you, plus we figured the money would make it a little easier for you to swallow."
They were right about that; it did soften the blow some. But it still rankled with him that he hadn't even been consulted on the matter. "Well, what if I don't want to go?" he said huffily.
"We're not giving you a choice, Jack. And if you fight us on this, when you do get back you won't have a computer in your room anymore."
That blow went straight home. His computer was, to some large extent, his life. Without it he'd be cut off from friends near and far, the stress relief of causing chaos and destruction… he sighed. They had him cornered and that was that. "Alright, fine, I won't fight you on it. What sort of community service?"
Mom brightened and got him the brochure. "It's all listed in here; go ahead and read it. Being woken up between six and seven in the morning didn't sit well with him at all, and a day of possibly grueling work doing odd jobs as assigned to him by a team leader didn't either. But the cash payout sat rather well with him and he figured a few days of hard work followed by a lovely chunk of money would be worth it. He did like the fact that the week of work didn't start until Monday morning; he'd be leaving Sunday evening, which was fine with him. It gave him a couple of nights of gaming, which was better than nothing. He ceased to grumble about it and actually began to wonder what sort of work he'd be doing. Maybe it'd be something fun like tearing the guts out of a broken down house to fix it up like new.
"Community service?" Chastity Bennett blanched. "You're making me do community service over break, without even asking me? That is so unfair!"
"Is getting paid something like five hundred bucks unfair?" her Dad said.
She conceded the point but not verbally. "Still, you should have asked me first before you went ahead and signed me up for this. I mean, seriously! I'm a junior in high school, almost seventeen. I can make some decisions for myself, you know."
"We know, but we've been quietly hinting that you get a part time job or something so you can learn some responsibility. You haven't, so now we're forcing the issue. Either you do this willingly or we take your car away."
That blow went straight home, and Chastity wisely shut up about it… to her parents. Some of her closest friends heard all about it at length later, though.
Sunday evening came, and a car came to pick Jack up. He'd packed clothes for a week; his trusty iPod loaded with his favorite music, a case of CDs in case they didn't let him wear headphones on the job, but were kind enough to supply a CD player. He'd also packed a good pair of boots that could double as work boots if needed. He bade his parents farewell and got into the car, where the driver introduced herself as Mary Peterson and he heard a little more about where he would be staying. It was, apparently, an old school converted to the purpose of housing high school-age kids during the week of work. He asked a few more questions, received the pertinent answers, and then lapsed into silence for the remainder of the drive. It was, surprisingly enough, over an hour long over clear roads slicing through snowy land and townscapes. He learned why he'd been picked up in a car instead of a bus or van; there wouldn't be a whole lot of other kids on deck due to a lot of people not being available on break. He shrugged at that; if it weren't for the money he'd probably have attempted to be 'unavailable' as well. When they arrived at the building, Jack noticed that had the distinctive 'school' appearance by the construction; it was old, though, and he wasn't surprised that it was no longer an educational institution. Mary led him inside and gave him a brief tour of the place; all the important locations, that sort of thing. And then she led him to a room where he could wait for a bit while waiting for the project leader to come by and give him the full briefing on what he'd be doing for the week. He didn't have to wait long, and another woman, looking about fifty compared to Mary's mid to late thirties, maybe even early forties, and had the appearance of a hospital nurse. Jack ignored that for the moment and turned his attention to her politely.
"Well John, it's a pleasure to meet you," the woman said. "My name is Jean and I'll be the project leader for the week. I must say I'm glad to see that you're here, it's very difficult to get volunteer students over a holiday break." Jack smiled and nodded. Jean smiled as well, and then continued. "Now, have you been told what you'll be doing over the week?"
"No; all I know is that I'll be doing some sort of community service," he answered.
"Oh… I see." Jean paused. "They didn't tell you that this is actually a product testing project?"
Jack shook his head. "No, I was told it was a community service gig. The brochure said the same thing."
"Oh dear. They must have reshuffled some assets and forgotten to tell the volunteers." Jean thought for a moment. "However, there is still going to be payment at the end of the week; are you still interested?"
"Sure, why not?" Jack answered. "What sort of products will I be testing?"
"Not a wide variety," Jean said. "Actually, it should be fairly easy. All you do is use the product, and then tell us what you think about it. And, given the unusual circumstances by which you came to be in this particular project, I'm sure they'll double your pay at the end of the week for being a good sport."
Jack brightened. "I'll take that, easily."
Jean smiled as well. "Very good. Now, just sign this form here and I'll take you to the testing area."
"Sure," Jack said and, after signing on the dotted line, he hefted his backpack and small duffle bag, stood and following Jean out of the room and down a long hallway. She turned and walked through a doorway and Jack politely followed. He looked around the room in confusion. "Is this the testing area?"
"Yes it is," Jean said.
"And these are the products I'll be testing?" Jack said.
Jean looked apologetic. "I'm afraid so," she admitted. "Like I said, they'll probably double your pay as a way of apologizing for messing this up."
Jack nodded. "I certainly hope so," he said as he bleakly surveyed the grossly oversized crib, changing table, high chair, and the generally childish appearance of the room. "What exactly do I have to do?"
"Well, basically you'll be wearing the clothes in the dresser and table and filling out various forms about how the look and feel, and"—Jean winced a little—"using the furniture."
It took a few moments for the implication to sink in. "You mean… I have to sleep in the crib?"
"I'm afraid so."
He sighed. "Well, at least none of my friends are here to see me do this. Anything else?"
"Well, you'll be eating in the high chair and drinking out of bottles… plus you'll be wearing diapers the entire time you're here."
Jack looked at Jean. "Please be kidding."
"I'm afraid not, John. They're being tested as well."
John put a hand to his eyes for a few moments. "They had better pay me very, very well for this," he grumbled.
"I'll see to it that they're duly notified that you're doing this willingly, but under protest. I'm sure that will get their attention, considering how you were effectively misled," Jean said, attempting to be soothing.
"Thank you. I suppose I can't ask for much more," Jack mused. "I suppose I'll just have to make the best of it."
Jean smiled warmly. "I'm glad you're thinking that way, John. It will make this entire week go a lot more smoothly." Jack only nodded. "Well, I have to go and speak to another volunteer; I'll let you get acquainted with your surroundings a bit before we get things started. Dinner will be in about an hour. Under the circumstances, I think we'll wait until tomorrow to use the high chair."
Jack smiled gratefully. "Thanks."
Jean smiled and left the room. John put his backpack and duffle by the dresser and began to investigate the various furnishings. "I guess this won't be too bad," he said aloud. They had at least provided him with a CD Player, so he wouldn't have to rely on his iPod for all his musical needs, even though he could if he needed to. There wasn't a computer, but he hoped there would at least be more to do than test these products all week. Eventually, he sat down in a convenient, non-childish rocking chair and returned to his iPod and its musical stores while tipping back and forth on the rocker arms. It was actually rather relaxing. Relaxing, that is, until Jean came back and informed him that it was time to dress for dinner. "Dress for dinner?" he asked cautiously.
"Yes, John. A diaper, and a onesie, and then you'll meet the other volunteer for this week's project, who was also as uninformed as you were."
John shrugged. "Well, I suppose I had to start sooner or later." He went to the dresser and took out a blue onesie and then selected a diaper from the changing table, and looked at Jean. "Um… can I do this privately?"
Jean's face took on an apologetic expression. "I'm afraid not. See… I actually have to diaper and dress you."
"Oh come on," Jack groused.
"That's how it works, John. But don't worry; I've been a nurse for thirty years; I know what I'm doing and this will be quick and painless if you just let me do my job."
Jack looked around as if seeking escape, took some time to gather his thoughts, and then sighed in reluctant defeat. "Fine."
"Alright… go ahead and undress," Jean said and took the diaper and onesie from John's hands. John blushed and did so, stopping at his boxers. Jean turned back and casually motioned him onto the changing table. "I must congratulate you, though," Jean said as she arranged the changing supplies and put on a pair of examination gloves. "You weren't as resistant as the other volunteer, and she's a girl."
"Is that a mark in my favor?" Jack asked sardonically, but he blushed mighty red when Jean took off his boxers and put the oversized—literally, oversized—baby diaper under him.
"Actually, yes." Jack did his very best to think of other things to distract himself while Jean applied lotion and powder to his nether regions, and thankfully he felt the diaper pulled up between his legs, and a few moments later, both oversized tapes were snugly attached to the diaper's front and the deed was done. "Sit up, please," Jean said and John did so. Jean put the onesie over his arms and head, pulled it down, and then had John lie back so she could snap it closed at the crotch. He sat up and got off the table, and then looked down at his attire.
"One week of this, huh?" he mused. Jean nodded. "I certainly hope this week goes fast."
"Cheer up, kiddo. The hardest part is over." Jean took off her examination gloves and dropped them in the diaper pail. "Now, I suppose you're hungry, so we'll bump dinner up a bit."
"What's on the menu?" Jack asked.
"Macaroni and cheese, I'm afraid."
"Well, I happen to enjoy mac and cheese, so I think we're in good shape." Jack gestured towards the door. "Lead on," and let's get this party started."
Jean paused to make Jack put on a pair of socks—the floors were cold—and then led him towards the dining room. Jack noticed that he crinkled a bit when he walked, but it was part of wearing a diaper, which felt very odd, yet very not odd at the same time, and even though he felt like an overgrown baby, he didn't really object. After all, there was a dollar sign at the end of this particular tunnel, probably a big one. Up the hallway a bit there was another lit doorway, and out of it walked another nurse-like person and a girl dressed in a pink onesie with an obvious diaper bulge. After a moment he recognized the nurse figure as Mary, but the girl with the wonderful figure and lovely blond hair tied back in two braids he didn't immediately recognize. It wasn't until they were both in the dining room that he recognized her with no small surprise as Chastity Bennett.
The recognition was mutual, and both teenagers/classmates blushed when they realized who their dinner partner was to be. Silence descended immediately until Jean began the introductions. "Um… actually we know each other from school," Jack broke in.
This took Jean by surprise. "Really? Now imagine the coincidence. Well, maybe this week will go faster than you think."
"Not fast enough," Chastity grumbled, obviously discontented over having to wear a diaper and a onesie. It was obvious, because Jack was feeling the same way, and nodded assent.
"I'm going to have to agree with Chastity on that one," he said.
"Understandable," Jean said with a smile, and stood aside as Mary came back with bowls of macaroni and cheese for the teens. "Well, we'll leave you two to your dinner; when you're done you can feel free to roam the building if you want, or return to your rooms; since you're the only two kids here this week, there aren't really any other people hanging around."
"Thanks," Jack said and the two nurses left. He spooned some noodles and popped them into his mouth. "Well, at least the food isn't bad," he remarked.
Chastity was trying it as well. "One itty bitty ray of sunshine in this bleak outlook," she mused.
"Indeed." Jack took another bite. "Let me guess, they roped you in with the high-paying community service gag, but instead of actual work, it's suddenly product testing."
"Bingo," she said. "But it was my parents who signed me up for this."
"How about that, same here!" Jack said, glad to find some sort of commonality.
Chastity smiled. "My folks think I need to have more responsibility in my life; what about yours?"
"They probably think I spend too much time playing computer games and want me to get out more, or something equally mundane like that."
Chastity nodded. "Leave it to parents to totally misunderstand their own kids."
"Tell me about it," Jack said after another spoonful. "Who would have thought that they were sending us to a place where we'll have even less responsibility than we already did."
"Ugh, don't remind me. I am not looking forward to some aspects of this week… speaking of which, you didn't happen to notice a bathroom when you came in, did you?"
Jack thought about it. "Now that you mention it, I didn't."
Chastity's expression soured. "Great," she grumbled. "They'll probably force us to… use these diapers."
"Well, look on the bright side," Jack said.
Chastity looked at him oddly. "There's a bright side?"
"We're the only teenagers here, they're paying us, and we're both in the same boat." Jack paused for a final spoonful. "It could have been much worse."
Jack thought about that. "I'm not sure, actually. I'll probably think of something later, though."
Chastity smiled and finished off her bowl. "Maybe you should keep it to yourself. Wouldn't want to give them any ideas, now would we?"
Jack laughed. "Very true. This is bad enough."
Chastity giggle just a bit. "Now you're thinking."
Jack smiled easily and reflected on the chance of having to endure a week of baby treatment with one of the prettiest girls in school. Chastity Bennett was practically on every gamer nerd's fantasy list; the sort of girl you dream of having but probably will never get, at least in high school. But he shook such thoughts from his mind; there were more important things at hand, like getting to know the girl better. "What say we wander the building a bit? Maybe we'll get lucky and happen upon a bathroom."
"Ah, now you're really thinking!" Chastity said and set her bowl aside and got her to her feet. Jack did the same and together they left the small dining room and turned away from their respective rooms; they knew what was over there already. "This place is kind of creepy, what with it being empty and all," she said, unwittingly keeping close to Jack as if for protection from sudden hobgoblin attack.
"Yeah it is. But I'll bet Jean wasn't lying when she said this place is pretty well deserted; if this is a big testing place, it stands to reason that without a lot of guinea pigs there's no need to have a lot of people roaming about."
"That's true," Chastity whispered as they started down a darkened hallway. Only a couple of fluorescent lights illuminated the entire stretch: creepy to the max. Chastity edged just a little closer to Jack as they proceeded carefully down it. Much to their chagrin, they didn't find any bathrooms, just a lot of locked doors that looked like more testing rooms or storage closets. They did, however, come across a stairwell. "Maybe there's a bathroom upstairs."
"One can only hope," Jack said. "Ladies first."
Chastity smirked. "In this creepy place? I don't think so."
Jack smirked just a little at Chastity's word choice. "A little creeped out, are you?"
"Well, I'm stuck in an old, converted school that's now a laboratory of some kind, I'm wearing a diaper and an oversized baby onesie, and there really aren't any other people around that I know. So, yeah. I'm a little creeped out."
Jack chuckled and started up the stairs, Chastity in close tow. "Point taken," he said as they ascended. They stopped at the next floor and pushed open the door. As before there were only a few lights illuminating the darkened corridor that was hauntingly absent of any furnishings or something resembling sound. It was utterly, chillingly quiet, and Chastity suddenly grabbed Jack's hand and edged even closer to him. Jack looked at her blushing; she let go of his hand and stepped away just a little bit, blushing as well, though he couldn't see it.
"Sorry," she said.
"No worries," Jack said and then started down the hallway. Chastity edged in just a little bit behind Jack as they walked. Jack looked from left to right in a constant surveillance of their surroundings, as if looking for a masked assailant to suddenly pop out and try to kill them. He tried a few doors without luck; all locked. They came across what had once been a bathroom and Chastity brightened, at least until they discovered the door was locked.
"These people are thorough," she grumbled. "And to make matters worse I need to go," Chastity continued, though more whining than grumbling.
"Relax, this probably isn't the only bathroom on this floor or in this building; we'll just have to look a little harder," Jack said soothingly.
"You're right," Chastity conceded, but with a hopeful tone. "They probably missed one."
They searched on, but to no real avail. They did, however, find an unlocked room on the third floor, and upon turning on the lights they found that it was just another baby products testing room. There were, however, a lot of toys scattered around. "They must test oversized baby toys up here; I wonder who they make these things for?"
"Good question," Chastity said. She picked up an oversized teddy bear. "Awe, but this is really cute!" Jack almost said, "So are you," but he clamped down on that and only nodded assent. Chastity continued to poke around the room, as did Jack, but they didn't really find anything of worthy note. In only a few minutes, they were back to exploring the darkened hallways, but not finding anything else worthy of note. "Man this sucks," Chastity groused. "I really need to use the bathroom and I'd rather not have to do it in my diaper, you know what I mean?"
Jack nodded. "All too well," he said. "Maybe we'll get lucky and find something before you burst."
"I really hope so," Chastity said. "Because I feel like I'm about to burst."
"Same here," Jack admitted. Together, they pressed on, but they didn't find any bathrooms that were unlocked and Chastity was starting to get antsy. Jack couldn't blame the girl; he was really feeling the effects of a full bladder, too.
"Ooh, I can't hold out much longer," Chastity breathed.
"I guess you'll just have to use your diaper, then," Jack said. "Because I don't think we're going to find an unlocked bathroom anytime soon. We've already scoured three floors."
Chastity looked at Jack plaintively. "I know but… I was really hoping to avoid this."
Jack patted her on the shoulder reassuringly. "I know." He paused. "Tell you what; let's do it at the same time," he suggested.
"You know… use our diapers," he clarified.
"Oh. Um… okay," Chastity said, and then looked at him oddly. "Have you ever done something like this before."
"No," Jack answered, blushing a little at her question, even though his answer had been honest.
"Well… neither have I. I don't know how to just… let go like that."
Jack considered for a moment. "Well, how about this. On the count of three we'll both just relax and breathe out; maybe that'll do the trick."
Chastity thought about it and then shrugged. "Seems simple enough. Ready?"
Jack nodded. "One… two… three." Chastity counted down with him and then both breathed out and relaxed. Jack noticed that it did the trick; he felt himself wetting the diaper, but he didn't really feel the wetness. That was something to consider when it came time to fill out the questionnaires about the diapers, he thought. He thought it was funny that he was seventeen years old and standing in a dark hallway with a wet diaper on, though. But, he did notice a look of relief on Chastity's face, accompanied by a blush, which probably meant he wasn't the only teenager standing there with a wet diaper on. "Feeling better?" he asked.
Chastity blushed even harder, but nodded. "Much, actually." She paused. "Can I tell you a secret?"
"Sure," Jack said.
Now she was blushing a deep crimson, but she leaned in and whispered, "that was kind of fun."
Jack smiled. "No worries, your secret is safe with me."
"Good," she said. "Did you wet your diaper, too?"
Now it was Jack's turn to blush. "Yes," he answered.
"Prove it," Chastity said. "Show me your diaper."
Jack blushed harder and carefully undid the snaps of his onesie and revealed his soaked diaper. Chastity scrutinized it, and smiled satisfactorily. "You're soaked," she pronounced.
"Yes indeed," Jack said. "How about your diaper?" Chastity's answer was to blush red. "I showed you mine," he pointed out.
"Fine," she said, and undid the snaps of her onesie and lifted the front part of it to show off her wet diaper.
Jack smiled at the girlishly styled diaper, a perfect complement to his boyishly style one. "You're soaked, too," he pronounced. Chastity dropped the front of her onesie and smacked his upper arm. "Hey, what was that for?" Jack asked, though still smiling.
Chastity opened her mouth and then closed it again. "Well, I don't know," she admitted. Jack merely shook his head and snapped his onesie closed, not without difficulty, though. Chastity was having greater difficulty. "Ugh, stupid thing," she grumbled.
"Um… need some help?" Jack offered.
Chastity looked up at him in surprise, but nodded. "Yes, actually."
Jack knelt down and went to work on Chastity's snaps, finally getting them closed with a furious blush every time his fingers came into contact with her diaper. "There," he said when he was finished. "That should do it," he added as he stood up.
"Thanks," Chastity said, and then suddenly stepped forward and hugged him. Jack was taken aback, that for a moment all he could do was stand there dumbly, but he reacted fast enough and wrapped his arms around her in turn. "Thanks for being such a good friend, even if we weren't good friends before."
"My pleasure," he said, as they stood there together in a pool of light from one of the overhead fluorescents. He noticed, as the time went on and the sweet fragrance from her hair became more and more pronounced that she didn't seem to show any inclination to step back. He wasn't sure what to do or think about it, but he let it continue on for a while longer. Eventually, though, Chastity slackened her hold on him and moved back.
"We should probably go back downstairs," she murmured. "Besides, I think I've had enough of these creepy dark hallways for one night."
"Agreed," Jack said and together they headed back to the stairway.
"You know what's funny?" Chastity said as they began the descent to the first floor.
"Even though we've only been here for… what, a couple of hours, I feel like I can trust you… with almost anything," she said. Her words brought them both to a halt on a landing.
"Thanks," he said sincerely. "Um…" he paused. "Well, now I feel silly; I can't think of anything to add to that, so thanks again," Jack said.
Chastity giggled, and then she laughed. They started down the stairs again. "Nice comeback, but you're welcome. You really aren't like any guy I've met before."
"I hope that's a good thing," Jack said.
"Oh it is, trust me. I'm not really sure how different you are, but all I know is that you're different and I like it," she said. It was a pretty big statement to make, and they both knew it.
"Well, maybe it's because I'm a gamer nerd," Jack said. "See, most of us don't know how to behave around pretty girls, so we just revert to the old chivalrous ways, that is, if we can avoid falling all over ourselves."
Chastity smiled. "Chivalry works," she said, with a blush at his flattery. "I don't think I'll mind being trapped here all week with you."
"I think I can safely say the same thing," he said, as they walked into the first floor hallway and back into the well-lit areas of the building. They rounded a corner and saw Jean heading their way.
"Ah, there you are," she said. "I was just about to come looking for you."
"Talk about convenience," Jack mused.
"Indeed," Jean said. "Well, I had just remembered that I hadn't told either of you were the entertainment room is; there's a TV and books in there, plus some other stuff," she went on. "Come along; I'll show you were it is."
Jack and Chastity followed Jean to the room in question and investigated it a bit. Jack was sad to see that the computer there was sadly lacking in modern features, like a modem faster than dial-up. Oh well; not like he'd be doing any gaming this week anyway. He actually doubted the computer would see any use, and not due to its sad obsolescence. The thing didn't even have Windows XP. "When we aren't doing some sort of in depth product analysis, you two are welcome to come here or wander the building as you see fit, so long as you don't get into trouble."
"Thanks," Jack said.
"Now, how are you two getting along?"
"Just fine, actually," Chastity answered. "Knowing each other from school has been really helpful in keeping the tension down."
Jean looked at Chastity in merry surprise. "Well, that's certainly a good thing." She looked the two over and noticed their sagging diapers. "It also seems that you two are in need of diaper changes." The fact that both teenagers blushed was answer enough for her. "Alright, well, we wouldn't want you two to have to sit in wet diapers longer than necessary; why don't you go to your rooms and wait; Chastity, Mary will be along in a few minutes. John, you can come with me and I'll attend to your diaper right away. After that it will be into pajamas and then you two can lounge about for a while and then into bed," Jean said and moved for the doorway. The teens followed Jean out of the entertainment room, exchanging weird/embarrassed/concerned looks as they walked.
Chastity went to her room and almost immediately wrinkled her nose in mild contempt at the overly childish way the room was decorated. It was obviously meant for a girl, if the over abundance of pink didn't make that obvious. Everything had pink, or some shade of pink on it. Her dresser, crib (though she still didn't think of it as hers), the rocking chair, changing table… everything. Most of her clothes were pink, too, though thankfully there was some other colors like yellow or white, or even a little red. Soon enough, though, Mary came in and motioned for Chastity to get onto the changing table. Chastity complied, a little more willingly this time than the first time; she wanted her wet diaper removed, and if it had to be replaced with a dry one rather than a sensible pair of panties… well, so be it.
"So, did you and John have a good time exploring the building?" Mary asked as she put on her examination gloves.
"Yeah," Chastity murmured as she laid on the table. "We found a lot of locked doors."
Mary smiled. "Yeah, they usually keep this place pretty locked up when there aren't any volunteers here." She reached under the table and took out a fresh diaper.
"Who makes those diapers?" Chastity asked as Mary unsnapped her onesie.
"Kimberly Clark, actually. They're the same company that manufactures Huggies," Mary said as she ripped open Chastity's diaper and started cleaning her up.
"Interesting," Chastity said as she tried to think of other things than being wiped like a baby. She lifted her bottom when she was told to and settled it back down on a fresh oversized baby's diaper. She felt Mary applying fresh lotion to her skin, listened and mulled over a few hygienic tips she was given, felt the tickle of powder as it landed on her, and then the front of the diaper was up and over, and being securely fastened into place. Mary had Chastity sit up, removed her onesie, missed Chastity's slight blush at being effectively naked from the waist up, even if it was in front of a professional nurse. "Um… could I have some sort of bra, please?"
Mary considered. "I suppose it won't hurt anything," she said and fetched Chastity's bra from earlier and gave it to her.
"Thanks," she said as she put it on.
"You're welcome," Mary said as she unfolded the pink fuzzy sleeper.
"What're those?" Chastity asked.
"Your pajamas," Mary said as she motioned Chastity off the table. The girl looked at them skeptically for a few moments and then allowed herself to be dressed in them. She looked over her sleeper with a degree of further skepticism.
"Are the feet really necessary?" Chastity asked.
Mary shrugged apologetically. "That's how they came, honey."
Jack's diaper change went much the same way, only with different verbal exchanges. He did his very best to distract himself from the feelings of being wiped, lotioned, and powdered, listened politely at it was suggested that he remove his pubic hair for sanitary reasons, grimaced at the site of his blue fuzzy, footed sleeper, but he grudgingly allowed it to be put on anyway. He surveyed his blue attire and wondered aloud about the snaps at the crotch. "Oh, that's so if you need a diaper change before bed we don't have to remove your entire sleeper," Jean informed him.
"Oh," Jack said. "Great."
He walked out of his room and looked toward what he figured was the girl's section of the testing area and saw Chastity walking towards him, similarly attired. She smiled when she saw him, but then began to giggle. "What's so funny?"
By the time she reached Jack, Chastity was giggling uncontrollably. "You," she said between bouts of giggles. "You look so adorable that it's funny."
Now Chastity's giggles were giving Jack the chuckles. "Well, you look really cute yourself," he said, not to be completely outdone.
"Thanks," she said, and then started laughing so hard that Jack had to hold her upright lest she fall over. Jack was laughing, too, although he didn't really know what was so funny. Finally, Chastity calmed down enough to stand upright, and she suggested that they go back to that one unlocked classroom they found on the third floor. Jack shrugged and agreed. Chastity led the way this time, and before too long they were back in the room full of all the oversized baby toys. Chastity found herself a place on the floor amidst some stuffed animals and promptly sat down. Jack thought it was a little weird, but he decided to sit as well, though not amidst the stuffed animals.
"Right, then," he began. "Why'd you want to come back up here?"
Chastity shrugged impishly. "Felt like it. I didn't really want to be down there, anyway, and this is a more private place. Plus, there are stuffed animals here, and that's always a good thing," she explained.
"I can live with that," Jack said.
Chastity smiled and fixed her lovely brown eyes on Jack. "Um…" she began tentatively. "Do you really think I look cute like this?"
"Yes," Jack answered, almost immediately. "Adorable is more accurate."
Chastity flushed pink. "Thanks." She reached for a handy giant teddy bear and drew it close to her. "Now then," she said. "What do you think about this?"
"About what?" Jack asked with a little confusion.
"This," Chastity repeated. "Being dressed like oversized babies, diapers and everything."
"Well, I don't know," Jack said, thinking about it. "I could live without the diaper changes… I mean, would it be that much different to do it myself?"
"Exactly!" Chastity exclaimed. "I don't really like the idea of some woman pawing around my… privates, even if she is a professional nurse for so many years."
"You think you've got it bad?" Jack asked. "Try being me when it comes time for a diaper change."
Now it was Chastity's turn to think. "Good point." She paused. "But… it really isn't all that bad."
"What do you mean?" Jack asked.
"Well… to be honest, I don't horribly mind the diaper changes…" she paused again. "Okay, I mind them, but I don't mind them at the same time. You know what I mean?"
"I have a general idea," Jack replied. "You like the diapers, but you don't like how they're put on you."
"That's about the size of it."
Jack shook his head. "I'm a little different. I don't like the diaper changes, and I would rather not wear the diapers. But since I have to wear them… they aren't that bad."
Chastity nodded. "Think we'll be able to stand a week of this?"
Jack shrugged. "Well, at this point it isn't as if we have a whole lot of choice… plus they're paying us. That sweetens the deal a whole lot."
Chastity looked at him sideways. "Is the money all you're thinking about?" She turned her gaze back to him. "Answer honestly."
"Well, it was, and then I found out you were part of this whole conflagration, and then suddenly… it wasn't completely about the money anymore."
"What was it about?" she asked demurely.
Jack was about to answer before he realized the implications of the question. He took a few moments to consider before arriving at a good answer. "Something more," he said.
"Oh?" Chastity asked. "Like what?"
"I don't know, yet," Jack answered, and was privately relieved to have truth in his answer. "But something… special."
Chastity smiled. "Yeah," she whispered. "Something special." Jack looked at her expectantly. "What? This whole thing is weird yet oddly… not." She shrugged. "It's like we're being paid to revisit our childhood, and we're getting the full treatment. That and the company isn't bad either."
Jack smiled. "Likewise."
"You know… it's actually sort of funny, how we hardly know each other at school, but now that I've been getting to know you a bit, so far I'm liking what I'm seeing."
Jack's smile broadened. "That's good, and the reverse is true, also. I knew you were one of those ever-so-rare smart and pretty girls, but I didn't really know you… and I think this is going to be an interesting week. The baby stuff not withstanding."
"Yeah," Chastity agreed. "But I think it'll be fun, at least in parts."
"Probably true," Jack conceded.
Chastity sighed and laid her head on the Teddy Bear's equivalent of a shoulder. After a few moments a smile spread across her delicate features. "Smart and pretty, huh?"
Jack smiled some. "Yes, smart and pretty. I could have said smart and hot, but I didn't want to come off like a jerk."
"Well, that was very nice of you," Chastity said. "Thanks."
"You're welcome." Jack said. "For what?"
"For saying smart first instead of pretty." She sighed. "Most guys would probably say pretty, first, or hot," she added, "and even if you didn't intend it, it was still nice to have my mind appreciated before my body."
"My pleasure," Jack said.
Chastity's smile broadened. "Don't get me wrong, though, I like that you appreciate my body. It takes a lot of work to maintain this figure sometimes."
Jack chuckled. "Maybe this all expenses paid vacation to the past will yield new secrets to the fountain of youth."
Chastity giggled a bit and looked over Jack's good-humored expression. She noted his eyes and their hazel color, his dark hair cut somewhat short; decently cropped on the back and sides while the top had a little more length and free reign, and a dozen more minute details. Kismet, maybe? It was possible, and Chastity certainly wasn't opposed to it, even though Jack wasn't part of any of the higher-up social cliques at school. So what. She'd only be part of that stuff for another year and a half, anyway, and then college. "Fountain of youth indeed," she murmured.
Jack let out a breath. "So, how long do you want to stay up here?" he asked.
"Why, are you bored?" Chastity asked with a slight smirk.
"Partially," he answered. "But also I'm more concerned with them finding that they left a door unlocked. Even though they might bring us up here to test stuff, maybe it's best if they don't know that we know about this particular room."
Chastity shrugged. "I guess that makes sense."
"That and I feel like poking around this place a little more," Jack said. "You game?"
"Not tonight; maybe tomorrow," she said as Jack stood up. He offered her a hand and helped her to her feet after she had reluctantly set the teddy bear aside. "Thanks."
"You're welcome," Jack said, and together they left the room. Chastity paused and looked around the dark hallway. "What's the matter?"
Chastity shook her head. "Nothing," she said, but didn't start walking. She breathed out, scrutinized a far wall, and then after a few moments started walking again.
"What was that all about?" Jack asked, rather confused.
"Oh nothing," Chastity said innocently.
"Um… okay then," Jack said, still confused, and started heading back towards the stairwell while Chastity privately luxuriated in her dampened diaper.
A few minutes later they were back in the lit hallways of the lively part of the building, if it could be called that. Chastity wanted to see what was on TV, so they headed to the entertainment room where she made herself comfortable in a recliner while Jack perused the book selection. "Jeez, not a lot of good titles here… ooh, Jurassic Park."
"Found something you like?" Chastity asked.
"Yeah, there's a couple of good books here. Sweet, The Hunt for Red October; total must-have."
Chastity shook her head while she flipped channels. She felt extremely naughty for having wet her diaper like that, and considered the whole thing to be really funny. She wondered what Jack would think. "Hey, I have a random question," Chastity piped up, having not found anything decent to watch on TV. It was a Sunday night, after all, and there wasn't much that she found interesting to watch on a Sunday night.
"What should I call you, John or Jack?" Chastity asked. "I mean, I know Mr. Holmes calls you Jack, but some people call you John."
"Jack, please." He winked at her. "My friends and a few others know me as Jack, everyone else as John. Do you have a nickname?"
She made a face at him. "No."
'Maybe I'll think of one while we're here."
She smirked. "This should be good."
Jack adopted a thoughtful expression. "Hmmm…"
Chastity's eyes widened a bit. "Trying to think of it now, are you?"
"Sure, why not?" Jack stroked his chin. "Baby cakes."
Chastity mock-glowered at him. "Try again."
Jack threw up his hands in mock-exasperation. "Well I'm all out of ideas."
"Good; your first couple of tries weren't all that great."
"I thought they were pretty good."
"Oh sure, for being half-assed they weren't bad at all," Chastity said, rolling her eyes some, and then giggled. "Baby cakes. Honestly."
Jack shrugged, and was about to say something further when Mary came in. "Thought you two would like something to drink," she said and gave each of them a baby bottle full of something that looked like fruit juice. Jack looked at his bottle mournfully, and Mary left the room without another word. When she was gone he looked at Chastity, who had a similar expression on her face. "They are kidding, right?" she asked.
"You stole my question. And I'll bet they aren't."
Chastity heaved a sigh. "Well, at least no one's around to see us. Cheers," she said and raised her bottle in something resembling a toast and started to drink. Jack shrugged, toasted, and drank. The juice was good, he thought, so it made using the bottle only slightly less embarrassing. He stopped after a bit and looked at the bottle.
"I wonder if they're going to have us review this product as well," he mused.
"Wouldn't surprise me," Chastity agreed. "But is it just me, or are they going a little overboard with this?"
"I think it's a combination of the two," Jack said.
Chastity leaned back in her seat. "Yeah," she muttered. "At least they're paying us."
"That's most of the reason I'm putting up with this… plus, who knows how much they'll give us for being such good little children during the week."
Chastity thought about it, and then nodded. "Point. All the more incentive, it seems to just kick back and enjoy the ride as much as we can."
Jack nodded, but didn't say anything further on the matter. By this time he to had a dampened diaper to contend with, though he wasn't about to admit it to Chastity. He hadn't felt the inclination to make a big deal out of it, so he'd just surreptitiously taken his own advice and gone in the diaper. They were convenient, yes, but that didn't mean he wanted to keep them around. Part of him wondered just how he'd be able to survive the rest of this week, more money than he'd ever seen at one time and beautiful girl not withstanding. Of course, as if someone was doing his or her level best to further annoy him, Jean came in and announced it was time for bed. Jack looked at her until he realized just what time it was. "Almost eleven, hmmm? Dang, were does the time go…"
"That's right; normally we have lights out a lot earlier, but you two are special cases."
Reluctantly, both teenagers stood up, abandoning their bottles without any reluctance whatsoever (they were mostly empty, anyway) and filed out of the entertainment room. Mary happened upon them in the hallway and took charge, as it were, of Chastity while Jean took care of Jack. This pre-bed diaper change for both teens was a little different than the first two; most notably, the diaper they were put into for bed was practically half again thicker than the diapers they had been wearing thus far. When they asked about it, they were told that it was a special overnight style of diaper; twice the thickness to accommodate any accidents. Neither Jack or Chastity liked the word 'accident' but they figured that it was a term used when addressing people who would actually need these diapers, rather than the product testers.
Sleeping in a crib was a whole new kettle of fish, though. Chastity was at first extremely reluctant to get into it and asked Mary several times if she could sleep on the couch in the entertainment room. Mary politely said no, pointing out that the crib was a relatively new product and that it needed competent user feedback. "Besides," Mary added, "It's only for a week." And so, Chastity went into her crib for the first time, and even though the mattress and bedding was comfortable, she wasn't fond of the idea of having bars all around her when she had spent the previous thirteen years sleeping in a bed without them. Jack was just as reluctant, and only very grudgingly did he get into it and attempt to become comfortable. Like Chastity's crib, the mattress and bedding was quite comfortable, and when both the nurses had finished with their charges, they shut off the lights and closed the doors to a crack.
Morning. Jack's contented slumber was disturbed by a distinctly female voice pleading tersely for him to wake up, while a hand—or was it two hands? —were shaking him into wakefulness. "Mmm? What?" he muttered as he started to come around. "Five more minutes…" he mumbled, and then rolled over to go back to sleep.
"Wake up, dammit!" the female voice hissed.
Jack grumbled and rolled towards the voice, opening his eyes to find a very worried looking Chastity standing over him. "What's the matter?" he asked groggily, wondering for a few moments why Chastity was leaning on some sort of rail.
Chastity was groping for words. "I… I wet my diaper!" she whispered, clearly all out of sorts.
Jack wondered what she was talking about, the question as to whether or not she had actually wet the bed at her age came to mind, and then it all clicked back into focus. He and Chastity were testing a lot of oversized baby products, and she had wet the diaper she had worn to bed. Okay… no big deal. "Well, we did each use two diapers yesterday," Jack reminded her.
Chastity shook her head vigorously. "No, no, no! I mean… I woke up and my diaper was wet! I didn't do it on purpose!"
Now it was getting a little clearer. "Are you sure?" he asked stupidly.
Chastity glowered at him and climbed into his crib, settling onto her knees. "Look," she told him, and then parted the already unsnapped crotch of her sleeper to show him her soaked diaper. The diaper had been thick to begin with, now it was even thicker, sagging, and had an off-white color where the wet padding was against the outer shell.
"Okay, so you wet your diaper in the middle of the night without realizing it. Maybe your mind realized that it didn't have to wake you up for relief; it was already available." Jack sighed and rubbed his face to get rid of whatever sleep sand remained. "I don't see why this is such a big deal."
Chastity relaxed some. "Maybe you're right… but it's still kind of scary. I mean… I haven't wet the bed since I was like… five years old."
Jack nodded dumbly and sat up. "Maybe it's just a freak occurrence," he said as he stretched. Something didn't feel right to him, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He let out a breath and yawned as he let his arms drop back to the mattress. One of them banged off of a crib railing. "Ow," he muttered as he rubbed where it hit. "So," he said to Chastity who had taken a few moments to snap up her sleeper. "How'd you sleep?"
At his question she looked up and smiled a bit. "Like a… baby," she said with a slight wrinkling of her nose at her word choice. Jack found it to be endearingly cute. "How about you?"
"About the same, but perhaps more like a rock. I'll say one thing for these people, they know how to pick mattresses. The bed itself, though," he said with a significant look around the crib's bars, "leaves much to be desired."
"Totally," Chastity said.
"A refreshing rest, though," Jack went on. Ah, that was it. He didn't have that pressing need to pee. "Really refreshing. In fact—" he came to a sudden halt and his face took on a weird expression.
Chastity had expected him to continue. "In fact what?" she prompted.
Jack was about to tell her that he didn't need to use the bathroom, when he remembered the diaper that was ever so nicely taped around his waist. Curious, he pressed a hand against it, and it felt distinctly squishy. "What's wrong?" Chastity asked. With a look of mild horror, Jack unsnapped the crotch of his sleeper to reveal a boyishly styled, grossly oversized baby diaper.
It was the same off-white as Chastity's. It hadn't been that way when he'd gone to bed.
"Oh hell no," he said, shocked. He looked at Chastity in despair. She was sitting against the footboard of his crib, disturbed.
"One of us would be a freak accident, but both of us?" She shook her head. "That's not right."
Jack's horror, shock and despair was replaced by anger in short order when the implication of Chastity's words sank in. "No," he murmured darkly. "No it isn't." Jack set about closing his sleeper, and when he was finished, he climbed out of his crib, taking only a few moments to lower the side.
Chastity followed after him. "What are we going to do?" she asked, halfway between curious and despairing.
"Well, for starters we're going to find out just what the hell is going on," Jack growled and headed out of his room at a determined walk. Chastity was right behind him, and together they looked mighty ludicrous, as if they were overgrown children, complete with telltale diaper bulges and crinkles. Jean and Mary were coming around the corner from the hallway where the dining and entertainment rooms were, their immediately cheerful expressions at seeing their conscious charges awake and out of bed gone the instant they took stock of the not quite welcoming expression on Chastity's face and the simmering thundercloud that was Jack.
"What's wrong?" Jean asked, instantly concerned.
"We," Jack began, in a grating tone, "Woke up wet."
Both nurses' expressions became quizzical, but only a few seconds later Jean's turned to one of wide-eyed shock, and her hand went to her mouth. "Oh dear God," she breathed. Jack and Chastity were instantly curious as to what Jean was so shocked about, but Mary beat them to it.
"What?" she prompted her colleague.
"The food," Jean said. "It was meant for the volunteers who knew what they were getting into."
Now Mary got it. "Oh no," she whispered as she to covered her mouth. As if acting with unconscious simultaneity, both women turned to look at the babified teenagers, teenagers whose expressions had gone from different stages of anger to very nervous.
"What?" Chastity prompted. "What about the food?"
Jean recovered herself. "It was laced with a special formula designed to cause temporary incontinence."
Chastity looked confused, and so did Jack. "You mean… we've been drugged?" he asked.
"Essentially, yes," Jean admitted, suddenly looking very weary. "Basically, this formula was developed to cause whoever took it to… well, for lack of better words, to need diapers for a certain period of time."
"How much time?" Chastity asked meekly, suddenly looking very worried. Jack looked about as worried as she did.
"Well, that depends on how much is taken," Jean continued. "In your cases, it could be as little as a couple of days… or perhaps as long as a couple of weeks."
Chastity blanched. "You mean I could be stuck wearing diapers for two weeks?!"
Jean only nodded. "I'm so sorry, kids; we forgot all about it after we found out you two weren't total volunteers."
"You're sorry," Jack almost spat. "And we have to pay for it." He looked around angrily, as if the walls would give him answers. "How does this formula work?"
Jean and Mary exchanged a look, but Jean started to explain. "Well, basically it acts as a muscle inhibitor. After it gets into your system, specific enzymes target specific muscles and the body, in the course of taking nutrients all around the whole, delivers these enzymes, and when they enter the target muscle tissue… they effectively stop them from working properly for a short period of time. If this formula was taken over an extended period of time, the result could be total incontinence, which means that he or she would have to wear diapers, or the equivalent."
"So we're going to wake up with wet diapers all week?" Chastity groaned.
Mary winced. "You won't just be waking up with wet diapers, it'll happen during the day, too."
Chastity looked sick and Jack looked about ready to kill someone. Jean did her best to salvage the situation. "Well… all the rest of the food for you two is no longer safe for consumption, as it were. I'll place a call to research and development; they'll know what to do. In the meantime, why don't you two go get cleaned up; there are showers near each of your rooms." Jean paused. "And, since we can't serve you breakfast here, really, pick out some regular clothes, and after you're diapered we'll go out for breakfast."
Jack was not to be immediately mollified. "What if we don't want to be part of this crazy project anymore?" he asked testily.
Jean and Mary exchanged another look. "Well, that certainly is your choice, and since this has been a big mix-up from the start, everyone would understand if you two wanted to go back home. However, I urge you to think about it. We did make a mistake in forgetting what was in the food, but that's done and we can't undo it. If you two were to leave, you'd have to deal with this outside of a, shall we say, secure environment." Jean paused to let that sink in. "Here we are equipped to deal with the effects of the incontinence formula, and after it wears off—which it will—you'll be good as new."
Jack thought about it and looked at Chastity, who seemed on the verge of tears. "I don't like it, but we'll think about it," he said.
"That's all we can ask," Jean said. She caught Mary's eye, and the two women withdrew.
Jack sighed. "Come on; let's go get cleaned up," he said, and guided Chastity back towards her room. They found the shower rooms easily enough, and Chastity—who had recovered herself by this point—went about starting her shower. Jack went back to the boy's shower room and was heartily glad to be rid of his pajamas and soaked diaper. The hot shower he took felt very good, and he took an extra long one, but all the while he could only think about the suddenly darkened future that the week now held. He dragged his shower out, mostly because he wanted the privacy and the ability to think without fear of interruption by one of the nurses. However, even his extra long shower hadn't done anything for his thought processes, and while he physically felt better, he couldn't shake feelings of nervousness and melancholy over his newfound diaper-dependent state, even if it was temporary.
When he got out and had dried off, brushed his teeth and all that other fun stuff, he proceeded back to his room where he found Jean waiting for him. He restrained a grimace and silently walked over to the changing table after tossing his sleeper onto a crib rail. The diapering process was mercifully silent, but Jack noticed that the diaper he was put into was as thick as his overnight diaper, if not more so. "What sort of diaper is this?" he asked, even though he was somewhat afraid of the answer.
"Oh, this is a thicker variant of the regular diapers you were wearing yesterday evening," Jean told him as she disposed of her exam gloves.
"Why do I have to wear such a thick diaper?" Jack asked.
"Well, it's only logical," Jean said, with less apology in her tone than Jack would have liked. "You wouldn't want to leak, would you? Especially out in public?" Jack shook his head. "Well, there's that and these diapers haven't exactly been thoroughly tested by volunteers, yet."
"I'll bet," Jack said sardonically. "What's for clothes?"
Jean went to the dresser as Jack got off the changing table. "A regular shirt, and some pants that are designed to conceal someone's diapered state while still looking passably stylish," she explained as she picked out a semi-long gray t-shirt, a pair of socks, and a pair of jeans that looked almost as if they had come from a reputable clothing company. Jack took the clothes and began dressing. He had barely finished getting his shirt on when Mary came into the room looking worried. This worry spread to Jean who asked, "What's wrong?"