Forced diaper messy

Feast of the Gods

Feast of the Gods

Lord Anubis squirmed in his new ‘throne’. It had been several weeks since The Usurper appeared and took control of everything: his people, his world, his powers. In that time, the Jackal deity only knew of his slow decent based on everything he had lost.

Almost immediately he had lost his freedom, as the ever present chains proved. Quickly after, his independence was diminished as the first of what seemed to be an eternity of fluffy cloth diapers was pinned around his hips and those of his highest commanders.

Looking back, Lord Anubis could see the road he was forced to take. The many humiliating diaper changes, forced to play with toys and games more suited to small children with his lieutenants, and other steps towards his destination of forced infancy.

Squirming again in his chair, Lord Anubis could only scowl as he looked around the feeding room.
The Jackal’s lip turned up as he looked at the faux-canopic jars arranged on a counter, a perversion for what they should have stood for. Now simply food containers modeled after tributes to his old self.

The only attendants were two Anubians stationed at the door, both well diapered, though lacking any of the traditional weaponry or ceremonial armor they’d otherwise wear.

He could feel it coming, another part of his shame. His mortal body often betraying him as the weeks had passed, keeping himself dry had become nearly impossible as lately he had found himself growing damp without even realizing it.

The more humiliating act he had far more control over, perhaps to give The Usurper more pleasure at the sight of a fallen deity forced to give into such an act. His diet ensured a shameful, sizable weight under his tail at least once a day, followed by yet another humiliating change.

Feeling his control slipping, Lord Anubis had no choice as he pushed hard against the tray holding him in place, lifting his rear end off of the seat as he grit his teeth. Unwilling to meet the gaze of the attendants who were no doubt watching him intently, the fallen Jackal could only grunt and bark as the relief began.

Slowly, but with increasing speed, Lord Anubis felt the uncomfortably heaviness in his stomach transferred to a hefty, warm bulge stretching out the cotton of his diaper. The relief was quick, spurring him on to push more and feel better, though the heady feelings were too brief as he knew what he had just done again.

Unwilling to sit back down on the cushion he made, the Jackal perched himself awkwardly in the seat, relatively stuck in place by the chains securing him, and waited for The Usurper to arrive to feed him. Perhaps he’d get a change before his bib was put on, though it was more likely he’d be forced to settle back into his shame before earning the first spoonful of mushed food.

Order and above text by Seifer

Draw by camboody

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/31480434/

Wow it sure seems like someone was forced to make one hug messy in his diaper. Good that the diaper manage to handle everything and i hope he dont start leaking now when he is force to sit down when he is going to have some food. It sure dont going to be nice eating when you are sitting in this very messy diaper :(

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Babyfur Comic: Wile E’s Reset Ch.2 Pg.9

Babyfur Comic: Wile E's Reset Ch.2 Pg.9The messy punishment for Wile E continues. As the changes continue, Mom E piles the used diapers in multiple pails while counting away the amount. Thankfully for Wile E, the punishment and counting concludes at 100.

Wile E Coyote © Warner Bros.
Mom E Coyote © yoshiokaidamasayoshi

Draw and above text by ArtieCanvas

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/31450838/

Wow this sure is allot of diaper change she has been doing here. This sure has been one hard time for his tummy that sure most have been working on overtime now.

I bet he is super hungry now when the system is so clean.

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Its called a Crinkle sweetheart

Its called a Crinkle sweetheartOrder ? chuckybb

Draw by ? chuckybb

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/31139847/

Looks like someone going to have three messy diapers to change here.

But it seems like it is only one that is happy whit the current situation.

Nick and Judy sure have some things to get use to here.

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Ben’s Magical Backfire

Ben's Magical BackfireBen and Gwen, finding themselves in an embarrassing situation thanks to Ben’s trying something he probably shouldn’t have and now it’s up to Gwen to see if they can get out.

Characters belong to Man Of Action

Draw and everything by liljdude

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/30822705/

Giggle poor Ben it seems like he starting to think that he is on his way to end up whit a nasty diaper rash. Maybe that’s is the right way for him to finely learn how to do magic the right way?

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Wardrobe Dysfunction

Wardrobe DysfunctionMaddy and yours truly currently experiencing some stomach troubles as well as embarrassing outfits, courtesy of Maddy’s net navi Colorman.

Maddy belongs to Capcom
I belong to mephy44

Order by mephy44

Draw by liljdude

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/30821961/

Awww poor girls it seems like there tummy problem have ended up so they making good use of there diapers. Look how match there diaper butt`s have expended from the messy load thy have release into the diaper.

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Subliminal Baby 2 Part 3

This story is written by Elfy

When Steven exited the car he looked around nervously. He fidgeted with the bottom of his shirt as he tried to make sure his shame was covered up. Steven felt his arm grabbed and he was dragged roughly over to the shopping carts. For a brief second he worried that his mom was going to sit him in one of the carts with a toddler seat but he was obviously too big for that and she took a regular cart.

“I want you to hold on to this cart at all times.” Karen warned, “If you let go I will spank you here in the middle of the shop. Don’t test me.”

Steven gulped and quickly grabbed the cart, after everything that had happened in the last couple of days he wasn’t going to push his mother at all. It was amazing how fast he had gone from fully resisting to being cowed by his mother’s threats.

Together they entered the shop and started slowly making their way through the aisles. Steven could see that he was getting some strange looks from a few people and he repeatedly made sure his diaper was covered. He really didn’t know if the bulge around his crotch was obvious but it seemed like quite a few people were noticing something was up.

More worrying for Steven than people staring at his padded rear, was the growing feeling of pressure in his tummy. He knew this was going to happen eventually since he wasn’t allowed on the toilet but, having a messy accident in the middle of the busy store was too much for Steven to think about. He wasn’t sure if his fragile psyche could take it.

The trip around the store was tortuously slow. Karen seemed to want to look at every single item she passed and examine it and Steven, forced to hold on to the shopping cart had to stand their patiently like the obedient toddler he was being turned in to.

“What do you think, Steven? Generic brand ketchup or the premium stuff?” Karen asked as she held up two nearly identical bottles.

“I don’t care.” Steven replied distractedly. His stomach was feeling increasingly unwell, he could feel pressure building within him and he didn’t know how long he would be able to hold on for. He had even stopped obsessively smoothing out his shirt, he wasn’t thinking about his diaper, he was focused completely on his tummy.

“Don’t take that tone with me.” Karen warned her struggling son. She dropped the premium ketchup in the cart and started moving forwards again.

They carried on around the shop and seemed to get slower as they went. By the time they were going down the final few aisles, Steven was having to really hold on. All of his attention was on the increasingly painful cramping in his guts. He noticed that other people were looking when he would occasionally wince and hold his tummy, the only positive was that he hadn’t seen anyone he knew.

The sweat was starting to build up on Steven’s forehead as he the effort of not messing himself began to take its toll. He felt sick, both from his body wanting to evacuate and because of how scared he was of losing control in the store. By now he knew people were noticing his diaper. When he cramped and bent over he could feel his shirt ride up his back a little and reveal his underwear, but what could he do? Not fouling himself in this store was his only priority.

“Are you alright?” Karen asked offhandedly as they exited the final aisle and headed towards the checkouts.

“I…” Steven didn’t know if he could admit his problem. He thought it was obvious what was happening, his mom must be toying with him.

“Oh look! These baby wipes are on sale. How useful!” Karen cut off her son as she picked up a couple of packets of the wipes and dropped them into the cart.

Karen pushed the cart forward suddenly and it caught Steven off guard. There was a brief moment where he felt like the surprise was going to undo all his effort but he managed to hang on at the last second.

By the time they got to the till Steven knew he wouldn’t make it home before pooping, but he hoped he could at least make it to the car so his accident wasn’t so public. Whilst his mom bagged the items as they came through the checkout, Steven just stared forward. His whole mind was consumed with keeping every muscle tight, he shook slightly as he kept hold of the side of the cart.

Finally, his mom paid for their items and they started leaving the shop. Steven was so close to success, so close from avoiding public embarrassment. He had reached a point where he was looking forward to messing his diaper in the car just because it meant, for him, a victory.

As they reached the entrance and exit of the shop Steven felt a very sudden and cramp and was compelled to stand still as his control was pushed to the limit. With a sudden burst Steven felt a large log of poop half escape him.

“No, no no…” Steven repeated to himself.

He was stood in the middle of the entrance area and surrounded by people. He couldn’t move, letting go of the shopping cart he looked pitifully up at his mom, tears formed in his eyes as he knew the battle was lost.

He was compelled to push when yet another cramp wracked his body. Steven squatted on the spot slightly as an embarrassingly loud fart echoed around the entrance and attracted the attention of everyone around him, from his squatting position the waistband of his diaper was very visible. Even his mom stopped and turned with a curious expression to look at Steven.

Steven pushed and felt the solid lump get squeezed out of him and into his snug diaper. It curled around and spread as it searched for space, Steven grunted as he kept pushing and a single tear rolled down his face. He heard the muttering of the people watching him, some were openly laughing.

Steven started to straighten up as the log was pinched off but almost immediately found himself squatting again as a rush of softer poop demanded to be released. He moaned helplessly as the back of his diaper bulged out and sticky warmth spread throughout the diaper. The smell was already escaping his diaper and it was obvious to everyone what was happening. When he finished humiliating himself through via messing he felt a scalding jet of pee soak the front of the diaper.

Slowly, Steven stood up straight and looked around at the horrified faces of the people who had just watched his disgraceful act. He started sniffing loudly and soon his whole body was shaking from the tears and that started coming thick and fast.

“Mommy…” Steven murmured as he took a couple of steps forward. The sticky sludge in the back of his diaper shifted uncomfortably as he moved.

Karen stepped forward silently, pulled the pacifier that was hidden under his shirt out and placed it in her son’s mouth.

Almost instinctively, Steven began sucking the soother and found himself at least slightly comforted. He felt his mom grab his arm and he allowed himself to be pulled out of the shop and back to the car.

Steven felt so weak and pathetic, with his pants loaded with poop and a pacifier he looked nothing more than the toddler that he was being treated like. He cried with shame as he was roughly pulled away from the crowd, who were openly laughing, and back towards the car.

“I can’t believe you would embarrass me like this.” Karen hissed as she dragged her messy son away from the shop.

Steven had no response except to continue sucking on the pacifier in his mouth. His deep sobs and tear filled eyes betrayed his sadness and he could feel shame burning through to his very soul as he saw people all around them staring. His awkward wide-legged waddle caused by the large mess in his pants made every step uncomfortable and the horribly sticky and slimy feeling all over his backside was miserable. The sound of the gathered crowd laughing at the humiliated boy followed him all the way back to the car.

Karen pulled the rear passenger door open and pointed for her youngest son to climb into the toddler seat. She had a look of disgust on her face as the stinky boy bent slowly and climbed into the vehicle.

Karen briefly stopped the boy as he climbed into the vehicle and pulled back the waistband of his shorts and diaper to inspect the damage. Steven, horrified at this public checking looked around to see people still staring as his mother recoiled in revulsion at the state of the diaper.

Steven snivelled as he slowly lowered himself into the seat. He visibly winced as the used diaper was squeezed between himself and the toddler booster seat, the contents were squeezed into areas that had previously been free from the horrible mess. Everything was spread out and made a lot worse.

Karen reached in and, with a face that showed how horrid the smell was, she quickly buckled Steven into the seat and closed the door.

For a few moments, Steven was left completely alone. He had never felt so helpless, so useless and so thoroughly disgusted with himself. His stench was appalling, the feeling of his heavily used diaper was even worse. Steven had never felt so bad. His ego, which had been soaring high as he reduced his brother to babyhood, was now at its lowest point. He was a broken man.

Karen stepped into the driver’s seat and quickly rolled down all the windows as she tried to clear the foul smelling air. When she put the car into gear and started the drive home the only noise coming from inside the car was Steven’s pitiful crying.

“You absolutely stink.” Karen needlessly informed her son, “You know, Ritchie received that messaging for quite a while before he did anything like this. What’s your excuse?”

Steven continued to just sob. In fact, he sobbed all the way home with his mother’s barbed insults ringing in his ears and the awful stench of his own waste filling his nostrils. He felt so terrible that other people were being subjected to his lack of control, both the people at the store and his own mother. His self-respect was almost completely gone. He should have been angry at what he was forced to do, but he just felt shame.

The car journey was silent except for when Karen wanted to make more comments about the horrid smell. By the time they arrived in the driveway, Steven was a blubbering mess. His discomfort was at maximum as the lumpy mess covered everything in his diaper, he felt itchy and sticky and wanted nothing more than to receive a fresh diaper.

When they pulled up in the driveway, Karen got out of the car. Steven expected her to walk around the car and release him from his seat, to let him out of the foul smelling air that he was sitting in. Instead, Karen opened the trunk of the car and began taking the shopping in, she just left Steven in the enclosed space even closing all the windows.

By the time Karen had finished taking the shopping in, presumably handing it all to Linda to put away, Steven felt like he was choking on his own messy smell. When the door next to him was finally opened and fresh air blasted into the car he was ecstatic to breath it in, gulping down the fresh air as he was unbuckled and allowed to step out of the car.

Steven’s diaper was in a sorry state by this stage. He slowly waddled towards the door very conscious that any neighbour or passing person who might see him would probably assume, correctly, that they were looking at a person who had filled their pants and was now shamefully waddling home.

As he walked in the front door he was greeted by Linda and Ritchie who were looking over from by the entrance to the living room which was opposite the bottom of the stairs.

“Oh my God.” Linda exclaimed as she covered her nose. She stared at Steven and, quite evidently, could smell him as soon as he walked into the house.

“Eww.” Ritchie exclaimed covering his nose. He giggled a little bit but stopped abruptly when Karen followed Steven into the house.

“Steven, get your disgusting butt upstairs.” Karen commanded before adding in a much softer tone of voice, “Linda, how is Ritchie?”

“He has been good as gold!” Linda said happily as she wrenched her eyes off of Steven, “Ritchie and me did those little test books and he did wonderfully.”

Linda was referring to some early year’s math and English test books that Karen had left for her to run through with Ritchie. It was supposed to test where Ritchie was and the fact that he had done most of the books without an issue seemed like a very positive sign.

“Oh Ritchie, I’m so proud!” Karen hugged her larger son, “Come on, let’s get you changed as well. Linda, thank you so much for your babysitting. You are a life saver.”

“My pleasure!” Linda replied as she gathered up her coat and bag. Now that Karen was home there was no reason to stay.

Ritchie gave Linda a big hug before turning to the staircase. Steven and Ritchie trooped up the stairs to the nursery. Steven still hadn’t removed the pacifier, it felt like the only thing stopping him from bursting into tears at that moment.

Karen arrived in the nursery a minute later. She almost loved at the way Ritchie was standing by the window where the fresh air was coming in whist Steven stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. His shoulders were hunched over and he was looking at the ground, the shame of his sorry state was easy for all to see.

“Well, I think the stinky baby needs changing first.” Karen said as she walked forward and lifted Steven on to the changing table, “Stop this horrible smell the rest of us have to endure.”

Steven winced as he was laid down in his own filth. He just sucked the pacifier and tried to pretend he was somewhere else. He felt the tapes of his diaper pulled off and then the front get lowered. It had seemed impossible but the smell actually got worse as his messy accident was exposed to everyone in the room.

Billy blushed as he saw his mom visibly recoil from the disgusting mess. He almost felt like he should apologise but he decided to just double down on the sucking of his soother. He closed his eyes as his mom started the long process of wiping him clean. It took several humiliating minutes for Steven to be cleaned and when his mom was satisfied he was lifted down from the table and stripped naked.

Steven was hopeful that perhaps his mom had decided to stop punishing him but after Ritchie was stripped naked in a similar way she, Karen grabbed their hands and marched them into the bathroom.

It was pretty awkward to be standing completely naked next to his equally naked brother. It was even more awkward when Karen sat them both down at opposite ends of the bathtub and started running the water.

Steven blushed and tried to look anywhere else, he wanted to avoid looking at his naked brother for obvious reasons. The same reasons he wished his brother had more sense to look away as well. Slowly the water level rose up and filled the tub.

A full tub barely made any difference to Steven’s embarrassment though, it just shifted to a new focus as his mother started scrubbing him roughly with soap and a sponge.

Whilst Steven was rather roughly cleaned by Karen, Ritchie started talking to her. Ritchie speech still had a rather infantile sound to it but, crucially to Steven, Ritchie was able to hold a proper conversation. That could only be good news to the boy desperate for his brother to recover to end his own punishment.

Whilst the boys were scrubbed, Steven stayed very still and silent. He didn’t raise his voice, or complain, or offer any kind of resistance as his mom cleaned him all over. He didn’t really think about it, but Steven was a broken man. His utter humiliation earlier, his treatment before and after that even, had drastically altered his attitude. He had very quickly gone from trying to stop this madness to accepting his treatment, and all of this was happening without any subliminal messaging or anything. Steven couldn’t let himself think about that though, he just closed his eyes and imagined better times.

Karen had to admit she loved all of this. She had never realised how much she missed looking after her sons. Changing diapers, feeding them, cleaning them… There was a large part of her that wished this would never end. She wanted her sons to recover but, at the same time, she knew that she would miss this odd time of their lives.

“Ritchie, do you think you could be a big boy for me?” Karen asked as she started draining the water out of the bath a little later.

“Big boy?” Ritchie asked with an unsure look.

“Yeah.” Karen replied enthusiastically, “You want to be out of diapers, right?”

Ritchie slowly nodded, he seemed unsure.

“Great, well hold on a second.” Karen said. She hurried downstairs and then back up. When she re-entered the room she was carrying something large behind her back.

“What’s that, mommy?” Ritchie asked curiously.

Karen, with a big smile, moved her hands in front of her and showed her older son exactly what she had brought him.

“This…” Karen said maintaining the excitement in her voice. She knew that it was easier to get toddlers to potty train if you acted like it’s something they should really want to do, “Is a potty!”

Ritchie looked at it curiously but his smile showed Karen that he was ready to try. He even clapped his hands a little bit. Steven, rather contemptuously, rolled his eyes at his brother’s excitement. It didn’t occur to him that whilst Ritchie would, hopefully, be working his way out of diapers, Steven would be given no option but to use his infantile underwear any time he needed to.

“What I want you to do.” Karen said to Ritchie as she held out the new potty for Ritchie to look at, “Is tell me when you need to go pee pee or poop, OK? Then you can use this potty like a big boy rather than these nasty baby diapers like your brother.”

Ritchie nodded his head and smiled although he looked a little intimidated by the toddler toilet.

Once the bath was over, both boys were taken out of the tub and vigorously dried in the steamy bathroom. Both boys were taken back to the nursery, the smell of Steven’s dirty diaper still hung in the air a little bit, the reminder of Steven’s lack of control causing him to feel shame as he was taken to the changing table and lifted on to it.

Steven didn’t resist as his mom got out a new thick diaper and placed it underneath his newly cleaned backside. There was no way he could argue he didn’t need a diaper after what happened earlier. He was swiftly taped up and placed back on the floor.

Karen headed over to the chest of drawers and pulled out a baby blue shirt that had snaps at the bottom. Steven knew immediately what it was but he did nothing but sadly sigh as it was pulled over his head. The snaps were clipped together between his legs and when Karen moved her hand away, he felt the elastic onesie material push the soft padding up into his crotch a bit. Yet another reminder, as if he needed one, of his infantile state.

Whilst Steven went and perched himself on the edge of the crib, Ritchie was lifted up on to the changing table. Karen had been almost silent when changing Steven but she seemed very animate whilst changing Ritchie, lots of smiles and happy voices.

As the front of a new diaper was pulled up between Ritchie’s legs there was a sudden commotion.

“Mommy! Mommy!” Ritchie suddenly started shouting.

“What is it?” Karen asked alarmed at the sudden shouting.

“Pee pee!” Ritchie exclaimed.

Karen’s eyes went wide. She quickly lifted Ritchie off of the changing table and repeatedly told him to hang on. She sprinted to the bathroom and back to the bedroom with the enlarged potty. Karen put it down and helped sit her older son on it.

There was a nervous tension for a few seconds. All eyes were on the naked man on the potty, Karen muttered some encouraging words and Steven was just shocked at what he was seeing.

In the mostly silent room there was suddenly a quiet tinkling sound. It got a little louder as Ritchie used the potty successfully, he had a huge smile in his mouth and was clapping his hands as he peed freely.

“Oh Ritchie! Well done!” Karen exclaimed with a wide smile, “What a big boy!”

As the sound of urine hitting the potty continued. Steven relaxed himself and felt a sudden warmth in his crotch. As Ritchie used the potty, Steven sat on the side of his crib and wet his diaper. He barely even gave any thought to what he was doing, he wasn’t going to be given the opportunity to use the potty anyway. He would have to use the diaper sooner or later so he didn’t even attempt to hold his bladder.

Steven briefly thought about the fact that Ritchie was able to tell his mom he needed the potty and successfully avoid wetting himself whilst Steven flooded his diaper. He didn’t let his mind linger on that too long, it was depressing to know that he must now be considered as less competent than his half-regressed brother.

When the dripping finally stopped. Ritchie stood up and jumped up and down in celebration, drops of urine were flung everywhere as he leapt around the room. Once he was calmed down, Karen got him back on the changing table and placed into his diaper.

“I know you just used the potty and I am super proud of you for doing so.” Karen said, “This is just to be safe, OK? If you need the potty again for anything, come let me know and we can get you on the potty. You will be out of diapers in no time!”

Ritchie excitedly nodded his head as he celebrated his success. It was a huge breakthrough for him, if ever there needed to be proof that Ritchie was recovering from his regression it was evident in the fact that he was able to keep control until he could get to the potty.

Steven, who was still sitting on the side the crib, watched in a bored fashion. He was mildly annoyed that he had just got a new diaper and had already wet it but he knew it would have happened eventually anyway so he paid it little thought.

This story is written by Elfy

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Punishment diaper part 2

Punishment diaper part 2

Kaz squirmed uncomfortably in his padded prison. He was sure his diaper was completely obvious to all of his co-workers, but there was nothing he could do about it, he’d used up years of hoarded vacation time, and he’d been back to work for a couple of months now. His tummy gurgled, ominously. It felt like he’d been needing to go more frequently lately, and it had been getting harder to hold it lately. So far he’d at least been able to make it to the bathroom so he could hide the embarrassing consequences that came with using his diaper, but he’d just gotten caught up in his work he hadn’t noticed the signals his body was sending until it hit a crisis point. He just had to finish soldering this one bit and he could put the tool away safely and hide this extra shameful ordeal inside a bathroom stall. He worked quickly, wincing as the cramps grew stronger. As he grasped the iron trying desperately to finish without burning anything, he felt something give and knew he was too late. A loud wet fart drew several of his nearby co-workers glances as he leaned forward, gritting his teeth as the backside of his diaper began to fill. That would have been bad enough, but apparently whoever had done this to him, wanted to make sure he would never be able to live this down. As the back of his diaper filled, the front began to buzz furiously, grasping and stroking his cock through some sort of magic, and almost instantly forcing him into a body shaking orgasm. His vision slowly cleared as he stood there, gasping for breath, cheeks burning bright red. As he finished gathering his bearings, he was left looking up at the face of his boss, a look of disgust and contempt on their face.

Potty un-training progress: 30%
Kazard is having trouble holding back when nature calls and his body is starting to go more frequently as there is less reason to hold back when at home.

Above text and order by restitution69

Draw by BabyStar

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/30196671/

Yes i sure wounder what his boss had to say about this? Maybe he is going to get fired now? But one thing for sure he sure have allot of explaining to do now.

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The Guardians Part 1

This story is written by Les Lea

When the Guardians first came onto the scene the joke was they were a cross between Robocop and Mary Poppins… the joke wasn’t far from the truth, being a biological/technical/mechanical mix designed for the public’s protection. However, the efficient way they were programmed and went about their business was chilling.

These Cyborgs were the law; the judge and jury who carried out the sentence with detached efficiency – no appeal, their verdict was FINAL – a sort of Judge Dredd but with the ability to alter a person rather than just obliterate them.
The jokes and comical way in which this new service was introduced is no longer a laughing matter.
The design, originally from the workshop and laboratories of ExecProtex, and with the tag-line – “The Guardians Will Keep You Safe”, complete with an image of a Guardian looking more like an angel with wings that surrounded a group of children – had been lampooned by every comedian, left-wing politician and religious leader as morally inept and unworkable. How wrong they all were; each and every one of the cynics and critics now reduced to sucking their toes and shitting in their diapers.

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The Guardians were, and continue to be, a huge success: Employed by police and anti-crime firms around the world, their unique, special ability to locate, deep in the recesses of the human psyche, the moment that turned someone from the path to do right in the opposite direction is impressive. Their success rate is phenomenal. Once they had tracked their felon, detection by AGC – atmospheric gene recognition – much like a dog uses the scent of a criminal to track them, the villain is quickly brought to justice.
The Guardians can ‘read’ every thought, detect every influence, navigate every nuance that the human mind tries to hide and then come up with an appropriate sentence. The result is labour-saving, instant and effective. Crime rates have fallen across the globe as criminals are quickly brought to book and their sentence instantly applied so, no costly, on-going justice system.
The Guardian’s job is ‘intelligent analysis’ but the term covers a broad range of themes which are quite menacing. Whilst scanning the offender’s mind they locate the instant in their life that changed their consciousness, that precise motivation that made them act against the law. Not just the law they’ve broken because the scan looks much deeper to identify the influences that led to such an action. Often it is something that has its roots when the criminal was young. It’s then that the Guardian delivering the sentence can erase the offender’s mind and return them mentally back to that instant. From that point they are given the opportunity to change their decision and relive their lives from that regressed state, making them ‘happy’ and law abiding citizen as they grow up all over again.
For some this doesn’t work; there are people who are bad through and through but still the Guardians give them a second chance. They are reduced to the mental age of a new born and allowed to start their lives once more. This relies on someone being there to see to an adult/baby who is no longer capable of looking after them self, which of course means a whole new business has grown up around such a service. However, if that isn’t an option, the lawbreaker can be terminated.
Termination is a last resort but accepted as a final solution to any completely lawless individual… the Guardian’s job is to protect and where needed to make that final judgement.

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ExecProtex has quickly become a very rich and powerful company. Unfortunately for them, their success means there are fewer and fewer criminals to process, so they have had to come up with alternatives.
Various subsidiaries and affiliated supply companies grow day by day to meet the demand for their skills. To feed that challenge Guardians, in a slightly ‘altered’ version, are made available to companies who need (or want) to keep their workforce in check. These ‘Harmony Guardians’ as they are known, also find their way into the hands of families who are also keen on keeping a tight rein on the people around them. Even the most trivial act of lawlessness, like littering or speeding, is under the scrutiny of the ‘HGs’. Children of the rich and powerful are under constant surveillance and any transgression has an immediate impact on their lives.
Hacking into the HGs has become a past time for some who hate these featureless upholders of the law, a law that is at the whim of whoever controls the Guardian. Any transgression is punished; so children, friends, acquaintances or even business competitors have resulted in their mental age being returned to childhood. There seems to be an abundance of CEOs who want to keep their progeny under such a tight leash and maintaining a teenager in diapers is thought a good solution to them growing up and becoming independent of thought.
Life under the Guardians has changed the world, less crime but much more authoritarian. The fact that most people are regressed and not ‘dispatched’ is seen as the positive, humanitarian action of a more compassionate society. However, those who control the Guardians make the laws and, with certain ‘legal’ technical patches, can also alter the Cyborgs initial intent. They certainly don’t want a new, younger breed coming through with liberal ideas or programmes intent on dismantling the current status quo. Those who seem to possess such thoughts are dealt with.
The ExecProtexCreche is designed for just such a purpose… and its juvenile residents increase daily.
However, there are other companies offering a similar, if less expensive service, which enjoy an equally successful, if different, business plan.
So, whilst the ExecProtexCreche is doing well for one section of the community – InfantileInc, PaddedBottomsRus and the scarily named Drool Time are seeing business explode as the Guardians are put to use servicing another industry altogether.

This story is written by Les Lea

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