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Author: bfp2
Timestamp: Apr 10, 2014 at 6:15 AM
Content: This is a first attempt and will almost sertainly kontain mistaches.

I like to write but also understand that the nature of the story should appeal to the type of audience that visits this site. Please don't worry if you don't see AB/Diaper related material right away...it will be there eventually. I had a hard time coming up with a good name and now that I think about it, I can see if someone might think this has to do with bed wetting ...it doesn't. This story is focused around two different worlds and I have an idea of where I want it to go. I hope you enjoy, thanks for reading.

Chapter 1 - Knight’s Mission

Mind drifting the heroic knight Sir Christophe began to think on his life. His war horse and only companion “Pogo” plodded along without complaint occasionally swishing his tail or nipping at tall blades of grass. Christophe was hard to describe, he was tall, brown hair and eyes, his armor a unique dull purple because of the special metals that went into its forging. War weary would be a better term for him. Year after year one conflict after the next had taken its toll. His current mission was his alone and succeed or not he was determined that it would be his last.

He thought about how dragons are odd beasts, few people even really know what they are about or why they exist. There is certainly no room in society for them, they are just too strange and odd, which was why he was sent to dispatch the one rumored to be in the Southern Mountains.

The Council of Elderan did not expect him to return and he knew it. The Southern Mountains, were an enormous chain of mountains many with volcanic activity. The act of sending a knight of the realm to his almost certain doom was done to appease a small district that had some unrest due to rumors and unconfirmed stories of just the creature he had been pondering. The district though remote was an important buffer between fractious kingdoms, not to mention it was the main supplier of the ore used to make some of the strongest and lightest metal known to man.

Christophe’s travels were wide and perilous taking him from one mountain to the next in what he thought was a fruitless venture. That is until he actually heard of a homeward bound band of peasant archers returning from a border skirmish, who claim to have faced down a giant beast while it consumed a cow in an unattended pasture.Once he found several of the men he spoke with them at length recording their full account so he could send a report to the council.

The tale he heard was believable because it seemed to lack the bravado and added flourishes one would expect from folks attempting to make themselves seem braver than they were. In fact every version was nearly the same. They came upon the great beast as it ate it’s meal and were in such shock from the encounter not one of them so much as nocked an arrow. Upon seeing them the monster stood up, slowly walked several feet away and stretched out great leathery wings and took flight…not giving them a second thought.

A few days later Christophe found the site and some of the largest tracks he had ever seen. A stone near the picked over bones of a cow had several long gouges in it that appeared to be claw marks, perfectly etched deep within it. More tracks in the open field seemed to confirm the spot where the dragon took flight. Christophe tracked with his eyes to the East in the direction of flight indicated by the witnesses. In the far distance a massive black mountain could be seen. Smoke poured from one side and even at this great distance he could see what appeared to be small jets of fire.

Christophe cleared his throat and spoke to his horse, “Come on Pogo, let’s go find a dragon”.

The horse responded with a shake of his head, and a flare of his nostrils as he often did.

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Chapter 2 - Knight’s Journey

The knight's white stallion stumbled over the rocky surface of the broken ground. Vents blasted steam up through the air at random intervals. Sir Christophe was tired and the day was heavy and grey. It was also growing exceedingly hot as he angled his horse up the mountain pass that very few if any had gone before. The great black mountain had looked like he could just ride Pogo over to it in a few short hours…it had taken more than three weeks.

The horse was tired and Christophe was tired. There were no villages near here, no one came here, it was as far removed as one could get without falling off the world. Supplies were low and wouldn’t last, but they were enough if you had no intention of returning. Time seemed to slip by quickly as they worked their way up and up toward their journey’s end.

Christophe came upon a cavernous opening after rounding a bend on the rocky trail. A soft inviting glow came from within illuminating the walls in a radiant light. It wasn’t large enough to go through mounted but it appeared to go on for as far as he could see. Un-mounting and leading Pogo he began his walk down the long corridor. He knew as they went around one bend and another that the journey was almost over. Instead of the rush he usually felt before battle, he was starting to feel a sense of relief.

Christophe was done in more ways than he could count. He did not know what lay ahead but knew that it had to be better than what he had been through. If a quick death was in the cards he was ready and welcoming of it. The only thing that had kept him going all this time was the thought of one final grand adventure with a chance to see a magnificent creature before his swift demise in a gout of liquid hot fire breath.

He came to a great cavern and inside was a waterfall gently splashing into a clear pool of water. The glow that had led him this far seemed to come from this waterfall, or at least…perhaps from behind it.

He stepped over the edge and began to walk toward the falling water pulling his reluctant horse behind him. The water from the pool at first was only up to his calf but by the time he got to the cascading fall it was passing his breast plate and moving up to his neck.

Pogo had broken into a swim and quickly pulled Christophe behind him and through the falls. Once through his eyes went wide as he saw the beast was laying on the bank in front of him. It watched him approach with cat like eyes that glowed red. Christophe reached for his sword and pulled it free, the great dragon didn’t stir a muscle, just watched.

Holding the sword he had wielded since his youth high over his head he flung it as far from him and the waiting dragon as he could. It landed with a loud plop in the pool on the dragon side of the fall, well out of reach should he change his mind. This was it, he felt a great weight was lifted from him, even pogo began to move beside him toward the great dragon. Stepping up onto dry rock he had noticed the dragon’s eyes had changed to pink. He thought it odd as the great beast, moving for the first time, opened its mouth and began to take in a large volume of air.

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Chapter 3 - Knight’s End

Burnt almonds! Christophe distinctly smelled burnt almonds, and then it came. The great dragon was exhaling but instead of a roaring flame he was hit with a wall of pink swirling smoke. It was thick and stuck to him, it lasted forever and Christophe could tell the purple hue of his armor was being stripped away becoming lighter and pinker?

When the great billowing pink fog finished rolling over and through him he stood for a moment shaking. His eyes tracked to his right where Pogo should have been, but instead of a large white war horse he saw a pink pony with a heart shaped marking on its left hind quarter. It bucked once and snorted before trotting with tail raised into the pink fog that was moving down a tunnel to his right.

Christophe felt the front of his chest and instead of hard discolored armor his hand closed around a soft pink fuzzy material. He began to take a small step when he noticed his legs were spread wide and an incredible soft thickness was there. He quickly felt behind and confirmed, whatever was strapped around his privates was big and made his rear end look huge.

It was all happening so fast, his great demise was not playing out as he had planned. The dragon watched with what appeared to be an amused smile on its face as he waddled forward to where he spotted a mirror. He ran as fast as he could and was not prepared for what was staring back at him from the glass. It was a young girl in pink fuzzy nightwear with feet sown into the bottom. The young girl was a little too old to be an infant or babe, but there was no doubt the attire was something that should have been on a child that could barely walk.

Christophe fell backwards on his padded rump and heard a loud crinkle as he shifted to look at the girl in the mirror. She was so adorable with her wispy long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He couldn’t help but smile and that smile turned to laughter as soon as the girl smiled too. He couldn’t believe it he was the girl in the mirror. He was laughing but it wasn’t the raspy dry laughter he was use too, it was the delightful giggle of a young girl.

He stood shaking for a second, his thumb gliding up into his mouth without much thought.

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error 49578>
“Ahhh, another one, the Christophe code just crapped out and jumped the rails!”, Chris White screamed at his monitor.

“Take it easy Chris, let it play out and let’s see what happens, no need to get upset”, Amy Bedford said in an even tone. “The crystal is too valuable to lose because you get upset, the subject seems fine”, she scolded the young tech as she hit the command key to watch the new development.

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Chapter 4 - What’s Real?

Christophe turned to face the dragon with his thumb still lodged in his mouth. The years of burden and duty were stripped away and gone in moments. He ran forward crinkling loudly and threw his tiny pink fuzzy arms around the dragons neck with tears streaming from his face. An over whelming wave of love poured from him and into the dragon as he began to whisper, “Thank you, thank you, thank you”, over and over.

A swirl of fog surrounded them both and before he could quite tell what was happening a beautiful blonde woman in full length glittering gold gown was holding him tightly in her arms. She smiled at him and said, “There’s my baby, you are such a cutie pie. I’m going to call you Emily and I’m your new mommy Elisabeth”, the once dragon now mommy said to her.

“I love you mommy”, Emily replied as she placed her head on her mommy's shoulder.

Christophe didn’t really know what happened, but he knew he did love his new mommy and was happier than he had been his entire life. As they squeezed and hugged each other a shiver passed through Emily as she realized she was using her diaper, and it was both pee and poop. This shocked her and she was frightened and began to cry.

Her new mommy knew right away what was wrong and bounced her up and down making shushing noises, “It’s ok honey it’s ok, you are mommies baby and that’s what babies do…let’s get you cleaned up”.

"Emily I am Emily", Christophe thought as she once again began to suck her thumb. He felt better from his new mommies comfort and all was well as she patted his now full diaper…though once again he began to smell burnt almonds…very curious.

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“I don’t think this is working Miss Bedford”, Chris said as he began to slide through the available protocols.

“It is my call and again I want you to calm down. We need to follow this out we may need a retrieval, I’m not giving up on this I don’t want you to either”, Amy calmly spoke to the panicking tech.

Amy Bedford was getting a bit tired of hand holding this newb. She worked her way to this spot by being the best and they rewarded her excellence by sending her the most under qualified staff they could dredge up.

This was important work, it was difficult at times spinning people into entire worlds made from 1’s and 0’s. The people in question are most certainly real, but a day to day life is hard to develop from scratch. Even the best programs have glitches and the subconscious without knowing it will pick up on minor flaws. Like when the subjects look at clocks they may notice that the time is not so random and a bit too uniform like 11:11 or 5:55. Subroutines have to be written often to keep people from discovering they are in a scripted world.

This is necessary when the entire human race is in slow travel to a distant world. The mind continues at full speed though the body is slowed to a crawl. Sometimes for whatever reason the interface crystal can become unstable. The frozen occupier of a dreamscape may without knowing it alter the program. It fries the interface circuits and the computers relay this into the fantasy as burnt almond smell.

Sometimes it’s no big deal, they may rewrite themselves as a lottery winner and then the sub-routines pick back up and set things to right and the dreamscape continues. However, it can get to the point where it is dangerous and someone could be lost.

Aging or sickness isn’t an issue that was licked a long time ago. Feeding everyone though would not be possible. Also being aware of reality for too long can be dangerous, turns have to be taken outside the cryo-tubes. Amy thought with a smile how she couldn’t wait to get back in, she had written herself one hell of a program.

Emily looked up as her mommy carried her into a soft carpeted room dominated by pink furniture. She was placed on a table that had shelves under it stacked full of fluffy soft diapers. She was surprised when a pair of soft pink nostrils touched her forehead. She turned and put a hand on a curious Pogo who was checking in on her. She laughed and gave they pony an affectionate scratch between her ears. In short order she was removed from her pink fuzzy outfit and cleaned up with a box of wipes. She knew already but looking down she could tell there was nothing male remaining, her parts matched her body. This was a short lived discovery as a thick clean diaper was lifted up between her legs and tapped into place. Mommy put a new soft footed sleeper on her, this one was purple but had a picture on the front of pogo in a field of flowers.

Emily yawned as her mommy carried her to a chair and sat down with Emily held close to her. Soon she was laying backwards in the nook of her mother’s arms and a bottle of warm milk was being glided into her mouth. She drank instinctively and before she was aware she was already drifting off to sleep. As her eyes began to close, she could smell burnt almonds.

Chapter 5 - New Game
Chris White was on his first wake cycle and it had not been great. He had to work for that idiot Amy Bedford who had obviously been out of her tube too long. The Christophe case was a prime example, it followed none of the original conventions for dreamscape architecture. It was plainly obvious that the subject was well off the normal approved programing.

She kept saying let it run, see what happens. It was perverse and not normal. The poor subject had for whatever reason taken a perfectly good valiant knight program and reduced himself to a young girl that giggled at pink horses and wore diapers. It was as strange a corruption as he had ever seen and every reset of the program found the subject right back in that pink room being treated like an oversized baby.

He isn’t sure when he decided it but he had, he was dumping that program today. He would instead load a program so different from the valiant knight one that there would be no way the subject could twist it back to that damnable pink room. With that resolve in mind he pocketed a space travel program, something Chris knew exactly how to program sub routines for as he was living that very life now.

He made his way through the halls passing crew working on various systems in the ship. He arrived at cryo-room 1502 where the Christophe tube was. The tubes were on every wall but he walked quickly to the one he was looking for, 1502-57/Christophe. He brought up the console on the side and typed in his access code. He pulled the fob from his pocket and inserted it into the waiting port. The upload was quick for a program file like this, it was large.

Now that the new file was in place he went to remove the valiant knight program and restart. He clicked on the file and hit delete, but got an access denied error. He was startled when the door behind him whisked open and there was Amy Bedford with two security guards. They quickly had his arms pinned behind his back as Amy moved forward to look at the damage.

“Just can’t leave well enough alone can you Chris”, Amy smirked at the squirming tech. “You still don’t get it, Christophe is happy, it doesn’t matter that where and what he is isn’t normal to you. But you will get it and very soon. Take him to detention room 3 I’ll be right there”, Amy snapped to the guards.

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Author: bfp2
Timestamp: Apr 12, 2014 at 2:13 AM
Content: Chapter 6 - Learning a Lesson
Chris was petrified with fear as he awaited Amy Bedford with hands and feet strapped down to a security chair in detention room 3. There were 3 rooms usually not used for confinement, but to settle small arguments or even to give performance reviews. Room 3 was almost never used it was the largest and had a confinement cell and other scary looking bits of machinery.

The door slid open and closed quickly as Amy came into the room. She had changed clothes and was for some reason now wearing a black leather dress with her hair in single braid down the back. She smirked at Chris and made him shutter. He had no idea she contained that type of icy stare in her arsenal of looks.

“You have no right to keep me here, let me go”, Chris blurted out in a much higher pitch than he wanted.

Amy smiled a wicked smile. The kind a large predator cat would use if it was about to take it’s leisure and eat you slowly.

“What you did violates the laws we have on this ship, you could be confined to a cryo-tube until we make the next planet”, she said sternly.

“The code had errors, you saw it yourself. The subject is in danger we should shut the program down and retrieve him or change the program like I tried to do. For god sakes he’s smelling burnt almonds every 15 seconds”, Chris explained.

“You are ignorant, but that’s ok, I’m going to teach you. The burnt almond smell and the errors you’ve been seeing are a cover used to distract. I assure you the program is working as it is supposed to, I should know, I wrote it”, Amy said while looking Chris directly in the eye.

“That can’t be, who would write such a dreamscape, it’s insane”, Chris blurted out as he tugged at his bonds.

“You think Christophe is unhappy? He is so happy right now if you woke him he would hate you for it forever. Believe me, this is what he wants, he finds it enjoyable. I know you can’t believe me, that’s why I’m going to prove it to you. But first things first, you do have to pay for your crime”, with that she pulled a black glossy collar from behind her back.

Stepping forward Amy quickly strapped the collar around Chris’s neck. He was in a panic as he felt the tendrils of the nano-interface bore through to his spinal cord. It happened so fast his scream seemed to die out before it could start.

Amy hit the release on the side of the chair and the bonds opened allowing Chris to move.
“Stand up!”, Amy shouted.

Chris immediately got to his feet, he could do nothing else as the collar forced his every obedience to Amy’s commands. Fear shot through him, he could be made to do anything and he had the feeling this was not going to end well.

“Follow me”, Amy whispered In his ear as if to taunt him.

He fell in line behind her as they marched down the hall. After leading him from deck to deck humiliating him in front of the staff on wake-duty, she led him back to her quarters. Everyone that saw the collar knew what it was, Chris wanted to curl up in a ball and die, but unless told to do it he was stuck.

“Take all your clothes off and put this on”, she demanded while handing him a garment bag.

Without a chance to even think he had his clothes in a pile and was pulling out what she had handed him. In his mind he was screaming as he recognized what it was.

-To Be Continued-