The door opened and Marc and Megan walked into the white room.
"Welcome to the Centralized Rehabilitation and Incarceration Building," a mechanical voice said.
"I’m beginning to have second thoughts about this," Marc said.
"Well it’s too late to turn back now," Megan responded.
Suddenly a series of mechanical arms descended from the ceiling. The arms projected red lasers onto the pair then spun around them. The arms disappeared and Marc and Megan’s clothes came apart, falling to the ground in tatters.
Both kids were shocked. Their arms went to cover themselves, then they each glanced at the other and made eye contact. This only made the situation worse as both parties began blushing furiously and they quickly turned away.
"Please lie on your backs," the computer voice said. Marc and Megan didn’t want to, but they had a mission, so after some hesitation they lay on the white floor.
Robotic tentacles then grabbed them by the ankles and held them in the air. Another arm came along both siblings felt prick on their bottoms. As the arm left they could each see an empty syringe. Next, tentacles began sprinkling a white powder on their nether regions. Finally their bottoms were lifted off the ground, before being placed back down, only now their bottoms were on a soft white material. The tentacles pulled up the material so it wrapped around their entire crotch region and a loud clicking noise was heard. Then the tentacles all disappeared. The two siblings stood up and looked at each other, then down at themselves. They were both wearing diapers.
The tentacles appeared again, dropping from the ceiling, this time they had in their grasp a pair of shirts. The tentacles slid the shirts over the siblings’ heads and in a second they were each wearing a t-shirt. Pink for Megan and blue for Marc. They looked down at themselves and examined their new attire. The shirts were normal, but their diapers looked different from anything they had seen before. They were made of a tough elastic material, and instead of tapes the front and back were connected by strong plastic mechanisms.
"Preparations are complete. Please make your way into the main complex," the computer voice said. ""Have a nice day.”
The seamless white wall split open, revealing a door, and Marc and Megan made their way through it.
The room they entered was large, and it was filled with people. Children and teens were scattered about, each minding their own business. But, like Marc and Megan, they were all wearing diapers.
"Well, well, well. It looks like we got some fresh meat."
Marc and Megan turned to see the one addressing them. She was a black-haired teen, perhaps slightly older than Lee.
"Hi, I’m Megan and this is my brother Mar- oh!" Suddenly Megan felt the urge to pee. Her hands shot down and she clutched at the front of her diaper, beginning to dance on the spot.
"Megan, what’s wron- Ah!" Marc felt the same thing and began his own dance.
"That would be the shots taking effect," the black-haired girl said. "Even as we speak they’re taking away your toilet training. Name’s Mal by the way."
"Wha- what?"
"Aw, how cute. I bet it's been a long time since you wet your pants in the middle of the day. Well don’t worry, soon enough you won’t even be able to tell when you pee your diapers."
Megan began fiddling with her diaper’s fastening mechanism. But there was a problem. "These things won’t come off!"
"Nope. These are special diapers," Mal said, squeezing the front of her diaper, "and they have a special magnetic lock," Mal then grasped the plastic fasteners keeping her diaper on, tugging at them, to no avail. "Only way to get them off is to ask a nanny to do it for you." Mal gestured to a robot not far away dressed in a nanny outfit.
"This is the weirdest prison I’ve ever been to," Marc said.
"It’s not a prison. It’s the C.R.I.B. Some new-fangled alternative. Regular prison makes you tough, so this place teaches you to be meek and submissive. They make you wear diapers and use them. Meals come in bottles, you sleep in a crib, and in general they treat you like a baby. They figure when you come out at the end you're gonna be less naughty and more willing to do what you’re told." As she finished Marc and Megan could hear a hissing noise. They looked down and saw a yellow spot on the front of Mal’s diaper grow and grow. "What?" Mal looked down and took notice of the spot. "Oh, I guess I’m wet. Like I said, soon you won’t even be able to tell when you pee, or poop, for that matter."
"We came here looking for our brothers," Megan said, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Tony and Lee. Do you know them?"
"I think I know the guys you mean. Came in a few days ago. I let them know what they’re in for, just like I’m telling you to now."
"What are you, some kind of welcome party?" Marc asked, still dancing around.
"Kind of. See, my favourite thing to do is to watch newbies as they mess themselves. After a little while people get used to having accidents, and it becomes pretty boring, but there’s something special about seeing someone pee and poop their diapers for the very first time."
"I'm not going to-" But before Megan could finish she felt something down below. A warm sensation spread from her loins. As she peed into her diaper she looked over at Marc and saw that he too was peeing into his own diaper.
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