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26-03-2009
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Younger is Healthier
This is my first story that I will be writing in chapters. Some of it may get a trite risque, but I'm going to be editing it out of the version I post here. If anyone objects to something I've written, feel free to message me and I'll edit it. (Makes it easier to keep the posts in order of comments when I go through to make a final draft.)
I hope you enjoy it. (And feel free to tell me if I'm stealing someone's story, I don't mean to, but I haven't read many stories of this topic, so in my mind, it's original.) Chapter 1 A friend of mine and I had been working together for the past three years as health inspectors. Sometimes the owner cooperates, and other times we have to get a warrant to search a place. After inspecting a local restaurant and failing it for lack of cleanliness due to rats, we had just one stop left; a nursery. This meant we would have an early day, since most nurseries have absolutely no problems keeping the area clean, as failure to do so usually results in a stench that could make your eyes water. When we arrived, right on schedule from our message, the doors were locked. We knocked a few times, then decided that it was a ruse to keep us out. The two of us had managed to keep our jobs because we took out some of the largest companies for failing health codes; most people had a price, but neither of us did, and we didn’t care who we shut down. The only reason we have come close to losing our job is that sometimes we use extreme measures to get the information we needed. This was one of those moments. We decided to break in through the back door using a credit card. We knew that if you used a credit card, you could always claim that the door was unlocked, as credit cards ruined nothing and left no marks. In the entrance we could see that the owner was immaculate. The back door opened up to a laundry room, and even the dirty clothes were stacked in neat piles waiting to go into the washer. There were seven piles of cloth diapers, varying in size; even some that looked like they would fit an adult. We walked out of the laundry room and into the hall. It was well lit, and there were several doors on our left and right. Looking at the pictures on the room let me know that they were nurseries. Passing by the first one, I saw three babies asleep in their playpens. Further down was a room for toddlers, and even further a room full of eight or nine year old kids. All of them were wearing diapers. I looked at m friend with a puzzled look, but he shrugged and asked if there was something in the description about this place maybe having been partially for the mentally retarded. I thought that would make sense, so I continued on down the hall. The other rooms seemed to confirm what we thought; they were all full of people wearing diapers. The oldest seemed to be about sixteen or so and was happily asleep, sucking her thumb. At the end of the hall was two doors, set at forty five degree angles. One led to the entrance, while the other led to a dark room. I opened up the door to the dark room and walked in. The stench hit hard as I smelled dirty diapers. I flipped on the light expecting to see a room with bags of dirty diapers. Instead, what I saw shocked me. There were eleve or twelve people in there in their early twenties or so wearing diapers. I saw some of them had stained their diapers and were also happily sleeping. I went to one and patted him on the shoulder, but he didn’t wake up. It was as if he was dead. I turned to signal to my friend that something was wrong, but when I turned, he wasn’t there. I walked back into the hall, but couldn’t see him in the hall. I closed the door, turning out the light, and headed down the hall. I started jotting notes down on my pad of paper about the issues with adults, and felt I had better contact the police and let them handle it. As I rounded the corner into the laundry room, I almost ran right into her. She was a short lady about five feet tall, but had a kind look about her. She pushed a little to stop me from running her over, then introduced herself as the nanny. I told her about the problems I saw with this place and explained that I felt that the police should be notified about this. She shrugged and then asked me if my friend was still snooping around. I let her know that he had probably headed back out to the car. I heard a noise behind me and turned to see what the noise was. I looked out the door, left and right. When I turned around, her hand came up to my face and I smelled a chemical. That was the last thing I noticed before I felt my mind slip into unawareness. |
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27-03-2009
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I already have chapters up through four written, but I just want to give people a chance to comment before each chapter.
I apologize for how short they are, but if you look at it from the bright side; shorter chapters means I update more frequently.  Chapter 2 When I awoke, I was in a dark room, with a lamp in the corner. I got up and noticed a full feeling in m legs. I guessed it was leftover feeling from the chemical she had used. I headed for the door, but heard a rustling noise and stopped. Listening, I didn’t hear it again, so I started to move again. When I did, I heard it again, so I stopped. Not wanting to risk whatever it was, I sprinted for the door and looked out the window. I was evidently in the basement of the building, something I hadn’t bothered to look into as I was disturbed by the adults in diapers. That thought seemed to trigger a realization in my mind and I reached down, feeling my crotch. Between my legs was a diaper. I tried to take it off, but it was stuck, and I couldn’t see the straps. I groped around for a light switch, but couldn’t find one. I sat down next to the door and waited, hoping someone would take me out of this darkness. As I sat there, I began thinking about my friend, wondering if he had come back for me or if he had just believed some lie she had told him about me leaving. I doubted it; he was probably as caught in her trap as I was. I decided sitting there wasn’t going to do me any good, so I wandered around the room, trying to feel for what was around me. My knee knocked into something, causing me to swear. Feeling around, I found out it was a bed. I continued to wander around, and the only thing I could find was the bed. Sitting down on the bed, I tried to take the diaper off again, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t find the straps. I ended up laying down on the bed, thinking that I could sleep until she came in the room, and then demand answers. All that ended up happening was that I woke up completely in the dark; the hall light had been turned off. I tried to listen for the sound that had woken me, but couldn’t hear anything, That was when I realized that it wasn’t a sound that had awoken me; my bladder was full. I decided to hold it, not wanting to use it because I knew I had more control over my body and I would use one when I talked to the old lady. After about five minutes, I felt the urge again, this time stronger. I crossed my legs and put pressure on my groin, not willing to let go. The feeling subsided and I uncrossed my leg. After about another five minute, it happened again. I was almost caught off guard this time, and it seemed as if I would burst at any second. I crossed my legs again, and was able to hold off for a little while. The next time it came back though, I couldn’t hold it in. I felt the dam burst and felt my diaper growing heavier and warm. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop the flow; it just rushed out of me as if I had no muscles there at all. When I stopped peeing, I saw the old lady at the window. I started to walk towards her to yell when I farted. I felt pressure on my backside, and knew that I had to get to her and make her let me out before I lost control of that too and left a mess in my diaper. I got halfway to the door and had to stop again; my insides were cramping up, and I needed to go, and in a hurry. As I reached the door, the pain doubled and I fell to the ground in pain. She looked at me through the window and smiled at me. My anger flared and I was hit again. I felt my bowels start to loosen up and felt the back of my diaper start to fill up. The first wave hit me and I felt relief from the pain. It got about halfway out and stopped. A few seconds later, I felt my bowels charge up to push again and I sighed, as the pressure felt good as I pushed out. I let the waves wash over me as I pushed it out little by little, finally finishing up after about a minute of pressure. I collapsed onto the floor, reveling on the feeling of the warmth of my diaper and rolled a little, oblivious of the fact that she had walked up behind me and had started to lift me up off of the ground. |
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