Star Trek: The Diapered Generation (part 1)

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This is a work of fiction set on the starship Enterprise-D from Star Trek: The Next Generation. I have no intention of researching what deck the holodeck is located on or other minute and inconsequential details llike getting stardates perfectly right, I'm more interested in writing a good story. Presume that this takes place sometime in the early 4th season of the show, anywhere from a couple weeks to a month or two after the Borg attack, as the Enterprise is still working out the kinks of undoing some of the modifications they made to the ship to fight the Borg in "The Best of Both Worlds" and ironing out the wrinkles of system upgrades from McKinley Station.

I will be writing this in parts and I do have a specific ending in mind, but I don't want to give any spoilers so bear with me that I know where this is going already but it will take some time to get there. I have to let things build naturally first.

I hope the community enjoys this story. I'm having fun writing it.


Star Trek: The Diapered Generation


Part 1

Ensign Simon Caradine's Personal Log, Stardate 41990.3

I have been logging extra hours performing diagnostic after diagnostic on the internal sensors for Commander LaForge for three days straight, and the man finally gave me a break. He's not a bad guy to work for. He's got a good sense of humor and a laid back command style, which is important in engineering and the other operational and support services. Lt. Utumbwe, the sensor specialist in the Science Department, who I have to coordinate with, he could learn a thing or two from our chief engineer. But I guess all the crew that transferred from McKinley Station are adjusting. The Borg attack was extremely stressful for everyone. The whole fleet is still recovering. I'm just thankful that for the next 48 hours, my only responsibility is to take take over myself. I plan on spending some time in my new personal holodeck program. I haven't had the opportunity in months. The warp drive overhaul has us all running ragged. The Borg did more damage than the technicians at McKinley Station realized, and now it's our job to clean up the mess... 30 light years from McKinley. There's microfractures all over the hull, half our plasma conduits keep burning out or leaking, and we're still undoing all those half-crazed modifications we made to the deflector array thinking we could stop a Borg cube with brute force. But that can wait. I finally have some time off, and my special program awaits me.


Ensign Caradine stood outside Holodeck 2 on Deck 11. With his soft brown eyes, dark complexion and jet-black hair, he was an attractive but shy member of the crew and some were concerned, especially his friend and mentor Reg Barclay, who'd overcome holo-addiction himself, that Simon spent too much time in virtual, simulated reality.

Simon closed his eyes and he could hear the hum of the power conduits and distantly, the pulsing of the warp core. These sounds became almost second nature to the Enterprise crew. As a junior diagnostic engineer, Simon Caradine wasn't typically picked for away missions, but when he was, he found he missed that noise. Unlike most humans serving on the Enterprise, Simon had been born in space, on a starship. Both his parents had been Starfleet officers. His father had been the counselor on the Endeavor and his mother had been one of the ship's assistant chief engineers. They were retired now, into civilian practice, but Simon had nonetheless grown up in the life of a "Starfleet Brat." He'd grown up hearing that pulsing and humming and when he did leave the ship and stroll planetside, he found that he missed the mechanical noises. He didn't feel right without it.

Perhaps as a result he'd always had an interest in writing holodeck programs. Lt. Barclay, his supervisor, was the King of the Holodeck. Unofficially he was the guy to go to if you wanted a special program written or if anything went wrong.
Simon opened his deep brown eyes. “Computer,” he said, and the console next to the holodeck door blinked to life. “Run Program Caradine Alpha 1.”

The computer chirped, and the heavy doors slid open with their characteristic clunking moan. Caradine walked and addressed the computer again: “Engage privacy mode.”

The grid of the holodeck had been replaced by a pre-school classroom with large, adult-sized furniture and equipment. There were colorful models and paintings, play mats on the floor, a time out corner with a “naughty chair,” an adult-sized diaper changing station and an oversized plastic potty seat with characters from childrens' holoprograms. Everything- toys, art supplies, diaper changing supplies- was kept well organized in plastic bins.

The holodeck had replaced Simon's yellow operations uniform with a disposable diaper, thin pants that did nothing to hide the telltale crinkle, and a cute tee-shirt with holocarton characters on it that moved.

About twelve young men and women, all holographic characters, and all dressed in toddler clothing, were sitting together on a rug with their wide eyes fixated on one of the holographic teachers, who was reading a picture book with 3-D holo-graphics to the class. The teacher, a matronly looking holographic women who appeared in her thirties, smiled as the other “kids” politely moved over to give Simon a seat in the circle. After story time, the teachers put on some kiddie music and encouraged the “kids” to dance, moving their legs an arms, and swaying their hips, until they were giggling and laughing at themselves. This went on for a little less than ten minutes, and was followed up by a discussion about friends and what makes a good friend.

“This is friendship week,” said the teacher hologram, Miss Judy. “Everyone here is going to make a new friend, so choose someone you haven't gotten to know yet and try to find about more about them. You might find you like of the same things. For now my little angels, it's play time, and then we're going to have snack.

All the adult toddlers cheered or broke out in smiles. Play Time was the best! For those who needed it, they knew they'd getting their diapers changed during play time too. Simon had programmed this simulation with all his favorite toys from childhood. He was more than happy to share them, of course, being a well behaved little boy who the teachers sometimes referred to, in secret, as the class's “Rising Star.”

Simon's favorite toys were the Klingon dolls. He liked to organize them into raiding parties and set up bases for them to attack. In his focus on this task, he failed to see that one of the big plastic bricks he'd removed was part of the wall of someone else's castle, a pretty girl who, instead of asking for it back, let out a loud whailing sound and broke down crying. Miss Susan, another teacher, walked across the room and asked Simon why he had taken the brick.

“I needed it,” said Simon, oblivious to his own insensitivity, regressed to a preschooler state as he was. The girl just kept crying.

“Simon,” said Miss Susan, “You need to give that back to Angela. She was building a very pretty castle and you took part of her wall.” She turned her attention to Angela and said, while simultaneously checking her diaper and findng it dry, “Sweetie, there's nothing to cry about. Use your words.”

Simon dribbled a little in his own diaper but not enough to tell the teacher. He was hardly aware of it. He offered the brick back to Angela and said, “I'm sorry, Angela. Can you be my new friend this week?”

Angela, with her cute blonde pigtails and pink and yellow gingham dress, was new to the group. She didn't really have any friends yet. She thought about Simon, how cute he was and outspoken, too, and finally, smiling again, she found it in herself to form words: “Yeah, let's be friends! Do you want to help me with my castle? Your Klingon warriors could guard for my princess!” she exclaimed, holding up a raven-haired dolly.

Simon smiled with glee. Protecting a princess sounded like more fun to have with his Klingons then running around knocking over bases like he usually did during play time, so Simon agreed, and the two played together without incident for the rest of free time before everyone was called to the tables for snack time: apple sauce, carrots, celery and animal crackers, washed down by sippy cups of apple juice.

After snack everyone got or their mats and took their naps, but Simon couldn't sleep, he was so excited to have made a new friend... even if she was only a hologram.

NEXT: Part 2

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Part 2

Simon spent a whole day in his holoprogram, playing with Angela. The teachers woud indiscreetly walk over and pull the waistbands of their diapers back to check if they were too wet or poopy, changed their diapers, put them down for their naps, held circle time and made sure everyone had fun and got along. Angela was a really fun play partner. Simon began to notice that she wasn't quite like the other holograms. She came up with creative ideas for play, engaging Simon as he engaged her. She wasn't just responsive. A few times Simon was certain she was behaving outside the parameter of the program.

All good things come to an end, as did Simon's 48 hour leave. He returned, reluctant to leave his second childhood, but still eager to get back to work. He took his station on the lower engineering deck and looked at the diagnostic queue on my LCARS screen. Everything was going normally until some kind of subspace hiccup within the ship's warp field scrambled the diagnostic data. As per procedure, Simon commed the science department. Lieutenant Geraldine Utumbwe answered, his rectangular face filling the screen. Simon couldn't help being intimidated by the ritual scarring on Utumbwe's face. The man was always so serious. The least a guy with facial scarring could do was smile every once in a while. It's not like he was Lieutenant Worf or something... though even the Klingon security officer had been known to crack a joke. Simon didn't think Lt. Utumbwe knew what a joke was. The man was practically a Vulcan. Simon always hated comming him; he always felt like it was a bad time.

"Sir, forgive the intrusion, but I just experienced a total corruption of diagnostic data. It's like our internal sensors were disrupted by a subspace anomaly, the kind our warp field might generate if something's out of whack. Do you know anything about this?"

Utumbwe looked pensive and said, "Ensign, we've been trying to work out that problem for the last two days."

"I'd like to offer some help." asked Caradine, trying to ignore his personal anxieties about speaking with Lt. Utumbwe. "You could send one of your people down to engineering and we could put our heads together."

"That sounds like a good approach. I'll take an inventory of my staff and pick the best qualified."

Internal sensors wasn't glamorous expertise like transporters or holodecks but more than either of those technologies the internal sensors were key to making sure some minor imbalance didn't flare up into a serious problem, the kind that got the attention of people like Commander Riker or even the Captain.

"Thanks, Lieutenant," said Simon, glad that he would be getting some assistance. He leaned back in his swivel-chair and waited for the sensor technician. He almost didn't recognize her when she strode into engineering, wearing a science-blue uniform. She was sensuously proportioned, and her eyes were the most intriguing green. She had a fair complexion and a beauty mark on her cheek that was very familiar... it took Simon a full minute to recognize Angela from the preschool holoprogram! Her pigtails were gone, replaced by curly hair done up in a no-nonsense bun.

This was impossible, thought Simon. There was no way... she was a holographic character for God's sakes. Unless... he wondered... there was something more going on.

"Simon?" exclaimed Angela, discreetly.
"Angela?" stammered Simon.
"You must have thought I was a holoprogram," she said.
"I don't know what to think, but we have a job to do," said Simon, in his most professional, adult, responsible Starfleet Officer voice.
Angela looked disappointed.
"Don't worry," said Simon. "We'll talk later. Let's get to work on those diagnostic and sensor systems and track down the source of the warp field problem. I bet Commander LaForge is driving himself crazy looking for it. We might get there first."
"You never told me you were bucking for a promotion," said Angela, AKA Ensign Macon.
"You never told me you were a real person," said Simon.
"I was going to tell you," said Angela. "I... I don't want to sound like a stalker but I've had my eye on your ever since I transferred to the Enterprise from McKinley Station. There was just something about you..."
"I'm looking forward to your explanation, but later." said Simon. "If we don't fix this systems problem soon, we might not have much of an operational starship left, let alone a holodeck."
"I get it," said Angela. "I'll explain everything. 1900, my quarters, tonight?"
"What about your roommate?" asked Simon. Enlisted crew and ensigns had to share quarters, unless they had family they'd brought on the Enterprise.
"Easy," said Angela. "I'm new. I haven't been assigned one yet."
"I'll be there," said Simon, with growing anticipation. "Now why don't we see if we can realign the internal sensor spectrum parameters."
"I'd check the gyrostabilizers first. Sometimes a mechanical problem pops up that's damn hard to detect with out computers," said Angela.
"Good idea. You do that, and let me know when we can get started on the next step." Angela pulled up a stool and made herself at home near Simon's console.
For the next several hours, they worked together at his engineering station, developing a kind of shorthand, and finally identifying the faulty component as a strip of damaged isolinear chips in the internal sensor processing matrix. When their shifts ended, they walked together to Angela's quarters, both of their hearts skipping every other beat.

(TO BE CONTINUED)
 
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I like this for a couple reasons. As a budding diaper lover in my teens and a Trekkie, I'm sure I'm not the only one who had holodeck fantasies involving being diapered and diaper related activities. Secondly, this is one of those rare moments in the Trek fandom that explores human nature in it's most private moments.
 

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thank you for the positive responses people. I will be adding more chapters soon and I will also be correcting some of the typos in the two chapters that are currently up. For the record I generally don't write fanfiction, I just had this idea today and thought it would make a great ABDL story
 

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Yup, love the start of this story, there was another story that used Star Trek Holodecks also, can't remember the exact title but I think it was one of the first AB/DL story I've read and enjoyed a lot...
 

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I like this for a couple reasons. As a budding diaper lover in my teens and a Trekkie, I'm sure I'm not the only one who had holodeck fantasies involving being diapered and diaper related activities. Secondly, this is one of those rare moments in the Trek fandom that explores human nature in it's most private moments.

@NateSean: You're in your teens and know "Star Trek: The Next Generation?" Sorry if I seem surprised I'm just not accustomed to that. I have some hope for the world now after all LOL.

No offense to teenagers intended. Just surprised that someone as young as you would be familiar with something I watched in grade school and not one of the later series.

I think I read the story you're talking about a long time ago (probably a decade or more), I remember it vaguely, it was sort of an inspiration for this.

Any similarities to the plot structure of the episode "Lower Decks" are intended as homage :)

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UPDATE: I made some edits, fixing mistakes, and putting in a bit more characterization.

Minor, minor spoiler: Angela is 1/4 Betazoid and has some very limited psionic empathy. But this will be revealed.
 
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Chapter 3

In Angela's double-sized quarters, she and Simon stared at each other, both trying to figure out just what to say. Suddenly, Angela blurted out, "Okay, this is killing me. Look, I didn't mean to invade your privacy. I swear. I'm 1/4th Betazoid. My brothers didn't inherit any empathic or telepathic abilities, but my sister and I have always been able to pick on very strong feelings. I knew you back in the Academy. Sort of. I'd picked up on it then. You were another Little, like me. I strongly suspected it but you were a 4th year cadet and I was a freshmen. You were unapproachable."

Seeing how uncomfortable she was, Simon thought he should say something: "It's okay," he said, which was his first instinct. "I understand you didn't mean to invade my privacy, I get it. You're an empath and you don't like people judging you on that, so why should it be the first thing you say when someone? I get it. I once saw Counselor Troi after my mother died and I couldn't attend the funeral, and I was having these feelings of guilt, but I was uncomfortable with telepathic therapy, and she told me something similar, that Betazoids, especialy partial Betzoids don't like being stereotyped. I guess you guys have a more open society than ours, though."

"Not to be smug, like some full Betazoids," said Angela, "But, yeah, we do. No one hides anything on Betazed. I maybe slightly empathic but I'm 3/4 human and I grew up on Earth, mostly. I visited Betazed maybe once a year on family vacations. When I was sixteen I found out there's a community there of Littles, like us. They formed a strong community, being full telepaths. A society of telepaths I guess is just more sexually open. No offense but my Betazoid grandmother used to call humans 'repressed.' I just pick up on emotions, and not as well as the Counselor. I have a bad habit of blurting things out, too."

Remembering a stint in the transporter room a few years ago when a certain Lwaxana Troi came aboard, she wasn't the only Betazoid with that tendency.

"You know," said Simon. if you'd approached me in the Academy, things might be very different now. And maybe I wish you had. You know I didn't date anyone in the Academy, I was so afraid of having to reveal, you know... I was a total geek, my class called me 'Serious Simon.' I was intimidated by girls, I guess, because I didn't know they'd act to... you know..."

"That you like to be treated like a three year old?" said Angela lightly. She walked over to her replicator. "Computer, two sippy cups of apple juice, slightly chilled."
Two purple sippy cups materialized from energy patterns in the food replicator. When Angela came back to Simon and Simon took one cup. They both smiled at each other, but then Simon turned inquisitive again.

"I wanted, I could report you for hacking my holodeck program, Ensign."

Angela looked guilty.

"I told you. I'm 3/4ths human. I'm kinda shy too. I was searching to see if we had any programs that appealed to my 'Little' senses. The damn computer accessed personal files without my instruction because of a stupid software flaw where it interprets certain commands literally and doesn't bother to do an override check. I fixed it, but that didn't change the fact that I tried your program for myself. I know I shouldn't have. I was just so curious. And the other day when you were running it at the same time as me, I accessed your simulation in Holodeck 2 from mine in Holodeck 1 and synched them." She held her head down and at on her couch. Simon gently lifted her chin up.

"I forgive you. But technically, as assistant diagnostic engineer, I'm ranked above a sensor specialist. So consider this an order, Ensign: familiarize your self with the ship's protocols, authored by none other than my direct supervisor and holodeck expert Lieutenant Reginald Barclay, regarding the use of holodecks and the protection of crewmembers' and families' rights and privacies. Have I made myself clear?"

She looked into his eyes, understand his intent, and said, emphatically but unforced, "Yes, sir."

Simon dropped the Starfleet Officer face and said, "Good. Now we can get on with being friends." He sat down beside her and gave her warm, reassuring hug. They sipped on their apple juices, replicated diapers and changing supplies, as well as more appropriate clothing for Simon. In the privacy of her quarters, they breathed easy, their inner children free to play.

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Not sure if I want to end this here or not. I would personally enjoy writing more but in terms of story I don't want to stretch the basic premise of "Holodeck device allows two ABDLs in the same workplace to interact and meet" by introducing the kind of cliches that actual Star Trek episodes rely on (weird aliens, spacial anomalies) and lose credibility. Perhaps a sequel one day. By the way, originally Angela had her own quarters because something horrific happened to her room mate on an away mission (she was in security) but I thought even though it was funny it was a distraction from the general tone of the story and has all these psychological implications I didn't intend to explore.
 

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@NateSean: You're in your teens and know "Star Trek: The Next Generation?"

No, no, I meant past tense. I was a teen with a developing interest in diapers and the idea of the Holodeck gave me fantasies. :p I was barely born when TNG came out and I was in the 4th grade when Sisko took command of DS9.

I think it's great, but you could probably just merge this as one short story, rather than doing the pretense of chapters. Nothing really happens in "chapter 3" and when you end "chapter 2" there's kind of a promise of more to come when all it does is end happily ever after.

I do agree that eventually it would get bogged down. So in this case, less is probably more. But I'd love to see more stuff from you at some point.
 

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^ Aha that makes sense

I will merge it and possibly make a few more edits later
 
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Cool! I love star trek! Nice story!

I have had thoughts about how maybe a show could include the secret of abdl in it. I could see something on the basis of a 90210 type of one with young adults. But, since I am DL I would probably lean more into that though. I have also thought about maybe a female cia, fbi, etc, agent with another secret, she wears diapers on missions because of IC issues but also likes a little diaper time when off duty! Lol! Of course the ab part would probably play off better, if you know what I mean.
 

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Thank you! I'm really glad this story was received well. I plan on writing a novel with a realistic AB character one day, but I need to find the right plot to fit that character without it being a distraction. I'm also waiting until I've had more distance from certain aspects of my former professional life, since this novel would be semi-autobiographically inspired.
 

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I am a nineteen year old who's been into TNG for years, although I prefer the "ham and cheese sandwich" of the original series, to be honest.
 

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^ Good to know the original is still appreciated. I love TOS, TNG and DS9 personally. Voyager and Enterprise had some okay episodes but I thought they were lukewarm and bland in general. I hated Archer. I love Scott Bakula in Quantum Leap and was excited that he'd be the new captain, until his character quickly proves to pompous and arrogant. In Quantum Leap his brain "swiss cheesed" and he had to depend on Al, rather than being the Captain of a Starfleet Ship (who are ALWAYS, ALWAYS right no matter what). So it was more an issue with the writing.

But I am gad to know you're 19 and have taste.
 
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