The White Badge of Shame - By Hal

Here's an old story that I have a special affection for--

It was the first humiliation/diaper story I ever wrote.Hal 

THE WHITE BADGE OF SHAME

By Hal

"Unit 1 Charlie Bravo, dispatch..." the squad car radio squawked. "...Unit 64 will meet you at hospital on Lancaster and 5th. Acknowledge".

With a sigh, Officer Jackie Akira responded to the radio call. It had been a long day, and the rookie officer was tired. Well, she thought, she only had to do this security inspection and she was through for the day. As she drove through the outskirts of town, her thoughts turned towards her destination. The private hospital catered to an exclusive clientele and its purpose was a little vague. The rumors said it was a private facility where the rich and the elite were sent to deal with their medical problems. It was a "secure" facility, meaning its patients were not always voluntary. In any case, thought Jackie, that was not her concern. As part of the zoning and licensing agreement with the city, the hospital was required to undergo an annual security check of its' facilities by uniformed city police officers.

Jackie turned into the long driveway of the hospital and pulled up to the double iron security gates. The uniformed guard at the security booth signed her in and gave her a visitors pass. As she drove through the gates, she saw that "Unit 64", officers Dave Lennon and Bob Johnson, were all ready on scene.

Jackie smiled. A little less than 14 months ago, she and Dave had been at the academy together as new fledged cadets. They had had a brief, intense affair that had ended chiefly because of Jackie's attitude.

She was a highly competitive girl, headstrong and willful. Dave had no problem with this but disliked the cold and aristocratic way with which she treated her classmates and people in general. She was a spoiled girl, used to having her own way. However, there was no denying her competence and intelligence.

Since she had graduated, she had moved up fast. She had completed the first phase of her training quickly and was now qualified to perform her duty tours on her own. Dave however, was still required to ride with a veteran officer. It was a sore point with Dave, and Jackie enjoyed rubbing that fact in.

As she pulled up beside the other unit, she waved to her fellow officers. Dave Lennon waved back, thinking how really beautiful Jackie was. Only 23 and of Japanese descent, Jackie stood 5'3'' and weighed 110 pounds. Her mane of black hair was full and shiny, and when released from its bun prison fell almost half way down her back. Her breasts, while not large, were firm and ripe, like small perfectly formed melons. Her hips were narrow and her legs shapely. Her ass was firm and round, compact from hours of aerobic exercise.

He noted all this as Jackie got out of the police cruiser. Her khaki uniform pants looked almost painted on, and her rounded curves were well displayed. Her breasts strained at the fabric of her tight uniform shirt and her gun belt rode snugly about her trim hips.

He eyed the smooth curve of her ass, which gave no clue as to the nature of her underpants.

Jackie hated panty lines and the way they destroyed her smooth look. Underneath her tight pants, she wore white lace "thong" panties. Over her underpants, she wore ultra sheer "nude" pantyhose. Her hose served a two- fold purpose: the thong panties were a little skimpy, and Jackie felt that something more was needed. The second reason was the way they felt on her trim lower body. She felt safe and secure, "wrapped and packaged" in the tight hose. They clung to her ass and curves, sculpting and defining.

She was a very sensual girl and loved to rub her hands over the sleek nylon, feeling her encased ass, hips, legs and thighs. A white lace bra completed her underwear.

"Hello Dave” Jackie said as she walked over, "Has Bob been treating you ok?"

Dave inwardly fumed. He knew Jackie was trying to get a rise out of him. The trouble with Jackie, he thought, was that she was arrogant as well as beautiful. What she needed was a good spanking to take the rough edges off.

He smiled at the thought of the proud Jackie with her uniform pants and panties pulled down, over his knee getting her firm, tanned ass paddled. Putting away such pleasant thoughts he said,

"Yeah, sure, he's been teaching me quite a lot."

As Bob was in the radio car calling dispatch, Dave leaned over to speak quietly in her ear. He smelled her freshly washed hair and light perfume, and was heady from the intoxicating scent.

"God, you're hot, he whispered, placing a large hand on her smooth flank. "What color underwear are you wearing?" he asked teasingly.

Jackie blushed, twisting free of his hand.

"Don't try those macho games on me, rookie", she hissed. "Or I'll have you up on harassment charges. As to my underwear, my underpants are not open for discussion!"

Jackie turned away as Bob approached, oblivious to the heated exchange.

"Hello Jackie, are we all set? You know, I don't mind telling you that this place gives me the creeps."

With that, the three officers walked up the drive and were buzzed in through a series of electronic doors. A severe looking woman who introduced herself as Director Janice Winters greeted them.

Janice Winters was a thin middle aged woman who looked quite business like in a conservative suit. Her dark hair was pulled back in a tight bun, her complexion pale. She looked at the officers with a disapproving frown, particularly at the trim, athletic Jackie in her too tight uniform.

"I'll be blunt, she said. "I think this whole procedure is a waste of time. It is also disturbing to our patients. However, since the city requires the inspection for our certification, we will, of course, co-operate as fully as possible."

Jackie looked at her and said flatly,

"You're right about that one, ma'am. Why don't we cut the chatter and get this over with?"

Bob winced. If Jackie had a fault, it was the roughshod way she ran over people. It had been noted more than once in her training, but in balance with her other qualifications, had been mostly overlooked. Sighing heavily, he said,

"What officer Akira means is that we appreciate your efforts, and will try to make this inspection as quick as possible."

Ms. Winters smiled at him and said,

"Thank you officer. I'm glad to see the police department still places some value on courtesy. Mr. Hobbs, our security chief, will take you and your officers to the main security building and tour the west wing of the facility. Our physical training facilities, power plant, and storage areas are found there. Also, you'll want to inspect the fences on the grounds..."

At this point, Jackie broke in,

"What about the east wing? we also have to inspect there as well. Don't try hide anything from us, it won't work..." Ms. Winters looked at Jackie as a parent would to an errant child.

"The east wing contains patient rooms and treatment facilities. Many of them are very ill, dealing with drug and alcohol problems. We have a special treatment program and philosophy that I won't have disturbed..."

Jackie grinned. She loved a challenge, and putting this officious director in her place would be a pleasure.

"Just what is this "special treatment" program and philosophy?" she asked harshly, implying with her tone that something illegal was going on.

Ms. Winters looked at her and said calmly,

"We cater to an exclusive clientele. Families of prominent social standing that have problem members. Patients admitted here are done so as an alternative to jail. Their behavior is usually the root cause of their problems and we try to change that. Besides treating their addictions, we take away privileges that most people take for granted. In that way, the patient is made very dependent. To regain independence, the patient learns that a change in behavior is required. All the while, standard therapy takes place as well. The two treatment methods dovetail nicely, and our relapse rate is extremely low. Our patients return to their families and the outside world with a fresh understanding, and most go on to make meaningful contributions to society..."

Jackie took all this in and said,

"What do you mean by "taking away privileges”, she asked suspiciously. Ms. Winters ignored the implied insinuation and said,

"There are several. One of the most effective is the reduction of the patient to a child like or infantile condition. All adult status is taken away for a period of time...of course, reduction to an infantile state requires certain measures be taken-- for instance, the necessity that the patient wear incontinence garments."

Ms. Winters smiled as she said this last. Jackie was stunned. With dawning horror she said,

"You mean you make them wear diapers??!!! "But that's crazy!"

"Not as crazy as you might think, young lady," said Ms. Winters, "You'd be surprised at what kind of effect a disposable diaper and plastic pants can have on behavior and attitude..."

She said this last pointedly towards Jackie, who involuntarily took a step backwards and placed both hands on her ass, as if to reassure herself that she was still in her adult clothes. She felt only the tight smoothness.

The mood was broken as Mr. Hobbs came up and announced that he was ready to take the three officers on the inspection tour.

Jackie looked at Bob and Dave, who were obviously enjoying the implied meaning of Ms. Winters last statement. I've got to regain control of this situation, she told herself.

"Bob, she said coyly, "Don't you think it's necessary to inspect the east wing? I suppose we could falsify the report."

Jackie knew she had Bob now. He would make that middle aged bat tow the line or she would imply that he had not done his job correctly.

Bob looked at her with annoyance. He frowned and said,

"I'm afraid Officer Akira has a point, Ms. Winters. Although it's a technicality, we should take a look..." he said this last rather apologetically.

Jackie beamed with a smug smile. Ms. Winters was silent for a moment, as if coming to a decision. Finally, she said,

"Well officer, it's against my better judgment, but if Officer Akira wants to inspect the east wing, I'll be happy to show it to her. Mr. Hobbs can take you and this other officer to the west wing facilities. Will that satisfy your tour requirements?"

Bob thought this over and nodded his head. Ms. Winters clapped her hands together and said airily,

"Good! that's settled. Of course, Officer Akira must abide by our regulations while in the east wing. She'll be required to sign release forms, etc... it can be rather hazardous..."

Jackie bristled at that last statement. Was the old crone trying to pull a fast one?

"I'm a trained officer. I can take care of myself. I'll sign your stupid forms and follow your rules... let's get on with it!", she said forcefully.

Bob and Dave, together with Mr. Hobbs, went off in the direction of the west wing. Ms. Winters went to the receptionist desk and made a phone call. She talked quietly for several minutes and then came back over to Jackie.

"Officer, we're preparing the papers now. Shall we go to receiving?" Jackie nodded, suppressing a brief shudder.

Ms. Winters took her by the arm and led her through a secure steel door. Once through, the door swung shut and locked. Jackie found herself in a comfortable reception area with several storage lockers and various articles of lounge furniture.

"I'm afraid you'll have to check your weapon", Ms. Winters said with a smile.

Jackie's immediate impulse was to say no. An officer never surrenders his or her weapon. However, she saw the reason for it and reluctantly agreed.

"All right, she said. "However, I must store it myself and have the only key."

"Of course, said Ms. Winters, "Here, let me help you." Without another word, she reached down and unclasped the heavy belt from Jackie's hips. Jackie flushed and grabbed the belt.

"I can do it myself!..." she said hotly.

She placed the gun with the belt and holster in the locker and closed the door. She then pocketed the key. Jackie felt almost naked without her weapon. At this point, the door opened and a trim uniformed nurse came in with a small tray of refreshments and several papers.

"I took the liberty of arranging some light refreshments, Officer," said Ms. Winters.

"The tour will take about an hour and a half and there won't be a chance once we get started.. security precautions you know...no food on the wards- the patients eat at the central dining facilities."

Jackie looked at Ms. Winters with a glare. If the old hen thought she could soften her up this way she was very much mistaken. However, Jackie helped herself to a diet Pepsi while Ms. Winters fussed over the paperwork.

"Everything is in order", she said "Will you sign?"

Jackie looked at the papers and took the pen that was offered her. There were several, and Jackie scribbled her name in the appointed places. She hardly glanced at what they said, not interested in the legal mumbo jumbo. She was anxious to begin the tour, and see for herself firsthand what sort of treatment the patients endured. God help Winters if she were up to anything illegal, she thought.

Ms. Winters took the signed papers and gave them to the waiting nurse, who departed the way she had come.

"Oh! I almost forgot", said Ms. Winters. "You'll have to take your shoes and socks off---the facility is ultra clean, and only the staff wear footwear--specially treated, of course. I've sent for something for you, but unless you want to wait, I suggest we go now and let it catch up with us..."

Jackie was taken aback.

"I'm not running around barefoot!!", she cried. It was bad enough she had to go without her weapon, but somehow, going barefoot would diminish her status...make her more helpless.

"It is entirely up to you officer", said Ms. Winters coldly. "however, you did agree to abide by the rules... shall we re-join the others?"

Jackie looked at her angrily and bent down to untie her black uniform shoes. She then removed her black socks. She was then barefoot, her nyloned feet sinking into the deep pile carpet of the reception room.

Ms. Winters looked at the barefoot girl and noted her hosiery. Well, they would have to something about that soon...........

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Barefoot in stockings, Jackie walked into the secured facility of the east wing. The floor was polished tile, and her nyloned feet had difficulty finding a secure purchase. Several patients, under the care of large orderlies, regarded her curiously. Who was this barefoot girl in the tight police uniform? Jackie watched the patients being led into their

rooms. When they were out of earshot, Jackie said,

"Some of them were in diapers!"

They were passing another room, and Jackie saw that it looked like a large nursery. It was unoccupied at the moment. Suddenly, she felt lightheaded. The room began to spin. Her bladder suddenly felt full.

"Is there anything wrong Officer?," said Ms. Winters.

Jackie shook her head to clear it. The dizziness abated somewhat but her bladder felt increasingly full. Looking at her, Ms. Winters said,

"It's a common reaction. Most people find their first visit to such a ward disturbing. Additionally, the ultra clean status requires the use of certain chemicals and disinfectants-- quite harmless but the smell takes some getting used to...."

Jackie said urgently,

"Please, I must use the restroom, I....."

Her voice trailed off. Jackie felt foolish. She was dancing around with her hands at her crotch like some 5 year old. What was happening to her? She must regain control of herself and show this old biddy who was in charge. The pressure in her bladder increased and suddenly, to her horror, she felt her mussels relax. Her bladder let go and she was peeing herself!!!! Jackie was mortified!!! She was 23 years old, a trained officer. Beautiful, competent. Then why was she was peeing her pants like some out of control infant!!?

The hot urine flooded into the crotch of her silk panties, soaking them and her pantyhose. The force of her urine stream was such that it bounced off the crotch of her soaked underpants and spread to her pantyhosed ass. The nylon quickly became wet and clammy, and a huge wet spot appeared at the crotch and rear of her tight uniform pants.

A stream of urine poured down her sleekly nyloned legs, soaking her stockinged feet and leaving a puddle on the floor.

"My, my", said Ms. Winters, "We seem to have had an accident."

Actually, Ms. Winters knew she was the cause of it. She had decided to teach this snooty girl a lesson and had laced her soda with a fast acting diuretic, coupled with a strong muscle relaxant.

Jackie had no idea about all this. She was completely humiliated!! She stood in a puddle of her own urine, beat red. She shifted her feet, listening to the squishing sound as she did so. How could she ever live this shame down? She had just made a complete fool of herself in front of this ice-maiden of a director. Struggling to keep her voice level, she said,

"I seem to have had a reaction to the strong smell of the chemicals on this ward. I'm very embarrassed. I need to change into some scrubs or something and have my uniform cleaned. Can you help me?"

Jackie hoped that if she offered to sign off on the inspection here and now, that Ms. Winters could be persuaded to keep quite about this incident. If her uniform could not be cleaned in time, perhaps she could wear scrubs and explain to Bob and Dave that she was required to for her tour. It wasn't a very good excuse but it just might work.

Ms. Winters indicated a door to the left and motioned Jackie to go inside. The wet girl in the stained uniform went forward. Her soaked ass reminded her of her condition with every step. She felt her ass with her hands and instead of taunt smoothness, she felt only wet fabric. Inside the room was an ordinary looking exam room, with table and divider screens.

Without a word, Ms. Winters spun Jackie around so that she faced the exam table with her back towards the director.

"Hey!!!" Jackie protested "What are you doing?"

Jackie felt her anger rise but it was suddenly gone. She needed the old bat's help to get out of this mess.

"Helping you," replied Ms. Winters.

She had undid Jackie's belt and had unbuttoned her tight pants. With a quick yank, she pulled Jackie's pants down. She grinned as Jackie's nyloned ass and underpants came into view.

Jackie turned around, her wet pants around her knees.

"I can undress myself, thank you" she said.

She waddled over to the dividers, looking ludicrous.

"Owwwwwwwwwwww!!!! she cried, as Ms. Winters administered a sharp swat to her nyloned ass, the sound ringing out like a pistol shot.

"Don't back talk me little girl, not in your condition" said Ms. Winters.

Jackie fumed but kept silent. I'm going to get you, she thought. When will this humiliation ever end?

She went behind the dividers and took off her wet uniform pants. She handed them over the top of the dividers, where they promptly disappeared. Next, her pantyhose. She grasped the waistband of her wet hose and tugged them down, also bringing down her wet underpants. What a relief, she thought, as she freed her legs and feet from the tangled material. These she threw over the top of the divider. Again, they promptly disappeared, grabbed by Ms. Winters on the other side.

She placed her hands on her now bare ass. A damp cloth was passed over and she cleaned her soiled loins as best she could. She undid her uniform shirt and removed her lace bra. She placed these over the dividers. They quickly vanished without a trace.

Naked behind the screens, the mortified Jackie said,

"Ms. Winters, do you have any scrubs that I can wear...and how long will it take to launder my uniform?

Ms. Winters smiled. She held the girl's clothes in her hands, while Jackie was naked only inches away. Behind the screen, Jackie had never felt so exposed.

"I'm afraid we don't keep such things on this ward, my dear" she said. "However, I can get you a nightgown and underpants from a patients room. Wait here child..."

With that, Ms. Winters left the room with Jackie's grown up police uniform and wet underwear. Jackie stewed for several minutes, stark naked behind the thin screens. How did this ever happen, wondered the nude girl. Her thought were interrupted by Ms. Winters returning. There was someone with her!

Before she could say anything, a nightgown came over the screens. It was very childish-- a plain pink cotton babydoll with flower decorations. A pair of white cotton briefs followed. The underpants were thick, decidedly juvenile. They also had a blue paisley pattern on them. Jackie looked at the garments with dismay.

"Ms. Winters, I can't wear this... I can't go running around with my underpants showing... don't you have anything else?"

Ms. Winters said nothing for a moment and the replied,

"Child, beggars can't be choosers...this is all we have right now...you know our philosophy on this ward. Come, Charles is waiting to take you to a room where we can wait for your uniform."

Upon hearing the name of the male orderly, Jackie hastily put the babydoll and panties on.

The gown was short, only coming down to the waistband of her panties. She tried to tug the babydoll nightgown down to make it longer, but to no avail. Her childish cotton underpants were to be on full display!! The panties felt strange next to her skin, the thick cotton awakening memories of her childhood. Her most private places were used to being encased in silken panties and slick nylon. Almost of their own accord, Jackie's hands traveled to her ass. She felt the thick, tight cotton and felt like she was five years old.

She came around the screens and Ms. Winters had to stifle a grin. The sight of Jackie in a babydoll with underpants showing was almost too much. Where was the aggressive police officer in the tight pants? Jackie had been systematically stripped of her weapon, her shoes, her uniform, and her pride. The girl before her looked small and shy, her hands desperately trying to hold down the short nightgown in a vain attempt to conceal her underpants.

Ms. Winters tugged at the bun of Jackie's hair and her locks spilled down upon her shoulders

"OH!!! said Jackie. "What was that for?”

Ms. Winters looked at the errant child and said, "I thought you might be more comfortable this way, my dear. However, if you want to wear your hair up, we could always accommodate you"

Jackie was both puzzled and confused. What was going on here? She was mortified to be seen dressed as she was, and the presence of Charles did nothing to lesson her embarrassment. She tugged at the babydoll again and turned slowly and carefully and started for the door. She was determined not to show her childish underpants with each step. In this effort she was doomed to fail, for the babydoll was far to short.

She entered the ward hall way, flanked on either side by Ms. Winters and Charles. She felt strange, almost as if she was a patient here. She was escorted into a large, padded room.

The room was uncomfortably hot, and furnished as a nursery. A crib large enough for an adult stood in its center, and a changing table hugged the far wall. The floors and walls were completely padded, and stuffed pillows and toys littered the floor. Jackie looked about the room with dismay.

"Don't you have some other place where I could wait"? she asked irritably.

I'm sorry child", said Ms. Winters, "We have to keep this disruption down to a minimum." Hearing this, Jackie's temper flared.

"Stop calling me that!", she said, stamping here bare foot on the padded floor. "I'm not a child... I'm a police officer and an adult! I demand you treat me as such!!!" She was showing quite a bit of cotton panty as she said this, and the childish babydoll did nothing to back her up in her assertions.

"Not a child, you say?" said Ms. Winters. "You peed your pants like one and your behavior is frankly babyish. All I'm trying to do is help you get out the mess that you created..."

Jackie opened her mouth to retort, when suddenly, her bladder began acting up again. All at once, it seemed full, and she felt an intense pressure. Once again, her mussels seemed to relax at a critical moment, and to her horror, hot urine spilled forth from her crotch, soaking her cotton underpants and running down her legs.

"OHHHHH NOOOOOOO!!!!!", wailed Jackie. This was too much. The little girl burst into tears. It seemed as if her adulthood had somehow slipped away.

"I...I don't nuh...nuh...know what's the matter with me", she snuffled. Ms. Winters took the crying girl firmly by the arm. She propelled the child through a doorway in the padded room that led to a large bathroom.

"I've had enough of your behavior and excuses, little girl" said Ms. Winters.

She started the water in the tub and turned towards Jackie. She approached the sobbing girl and whisked off her babydoll top, leaving the child clad only in her wet panties. These too were quickly removed, and a naked Jackie now faced Ms. Winters. Jackie could not look the director in the eye. She kept her head down and tried to cover herself as best she could with her hands. Ms. Winters smiled inwardly at this defense and said,

"Relax...I've seen plenty of naked little girls before."

Jackie looked up at the director with sudden fury.

"Shut up, you old crone!!! Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!" she cried, as she was slapped sharply across the face.

Naked and crying, Jackie ran for the door. The nude girl reentered the nursery and ran head long into Charles.

"Going somewhere missy?”, he said.

He grabbed the struggling, naked girl, admiring her sleek curves and shapely ass. An ass, he thought, that would soon be encased in a tight disposable diaper.

"Let me go, you big ape!", screamed Jackie. All her police training in combat did her little good, as Charles was well used to dealing with difficult patients. Also, the fact that she was naked inhibited her psychologically. Ms. Winters emerged from the bathroom and addressed the firmly held girl.

"Listen to me Officer," she said. "You should know that what we're doing is perfectly legal. Those papers you signed were admittance papers. You legally committed yourself to our care for an indefinite time. You agreed to abide by any treatment that we might prescribe. Additionally, You made me your legal guardian. In effect, she smiled, I'm your mother!"

Jackie took all this in and was dumbfounded. They had tricked her!!!

"No NO NO, she screamed. "You're not going to make a baby out of me...this will never stand up in court!!!!"

"Oh, I think it will", said Ms. Winters. "If it ever gets that far. The documents were signed and witnessed, and notarized by proper authorities. Besides, do you really want to end up in a public courtroom, diapered and in plastic pants, trying to prove your case? No, I don't think you’re the kind of girl who could stand such humiliation. All your family would know, not to mention your fellow officers...Your going to get the full treatment here, missy, and when we turn you loose, you're going to be a sweet, well behaved young lady who will not say a word about any of this...that is, unless you want to end up on "Hard Copy" as the diapered police officer who committed herself to a mental institution".

Jackie listened to this speech and knew that they had her. Everything Ms. Winters said was true. It was time to try another track,

"Please Ms. Winters, she said "I'm sorry for my earlier behavior. I'm prepared to be reasonable and forget all about this. Just let me go....."

Ms. Winters laughed, and indicated that Charles bring the nude girl back into the bathroom. Jackie screamed and began to struggle again, to no effect. She was placed into the tub that held only four inches of water. Ms. Winters began to scrub her vigorously, and Jackie blushed with shame. They can't do this to me, her mind screamed. Ms. Winters then held up shearing clippers.

"Time for a haircut, little girl!"

As Jackie struggled, held by Charles, Ms. Winters began to shear off Jackie's long locks. The hair fell in clumps in the shallow water of the tub. Jackie glanced into a nearby mirror and was shocked-- she had been given a bowl cut and looked like a little towed haired 5 year old boy!!

"No No" she mumbled, looking at the strange reflection. "It’s is not me!"

"It certainly is, child" said Ms. Winters.

Jackie, held in place, watched with horror as her crotch was shaved, returning her loins to a most babyish state. Her proud bush was now gone, and the girl could only sob.

She was led into the padded nursery and told to lay down on the changing table. Totally defeated and in a state of shock, the girl did as she was told. Baby oil was now being rubbed into her skin, and Ms. Winters paid particular attention to the girl's firm ass. Next, she was lotioned. Finally, Ms. Winters produced a can of baby powder.

"To ward off diaper rash", she said with a smile.

Jackie looked up to see the hour glass shape of the disposable diaper coming towards her. How could something so innocent look so menacing?

"Please don't put me in diapers," she whined.

Jackie couldn't imagine such a garment touching her skin. The diaper was placed under her hips and Jackie squealed as her ass touched the eager pads. The tapes were fastened shut and it was done!! Jackie Akira, 23 years old and an officer of the law, was now back in diapers!

She moaned as she looked down at her diapered crotch. The diaper was tight and constricting, and hugged her loins with a fierce determination. Clear plastic pants were now being drawn up her shapely legs and over her diaper. The pants were tight, and the waistband cut deeply into the delicate flesh around her waist. Jackie was used to tight pants, but these were of a different nature! Her ass was now encased in a tight sheath of plastic, and she couldn't close her legs for the bulk.

Where were her sleek pantyhose, her silken briefs? The warm kiss of the humid confinement had started, and a bead of sweat rolled down her inner thigh where her flesh met the leg openings of the plastic pants.

"Ohhhh, this is so uncomfortable!' Jackie cried.

Further conversation was cut off as a hugh pacifier was placed in her mouth. A thin cotton top that barely covered her breasts was then drawn on. A baby bonnet was placed on her head and tied under her chin. Her hands were then encased in oversized mittens, rendering them useless. They were then secured behind her back, and she had just enough movement left with which to touch her ass and the small of her back.

Ms. Winters stepped back from the changing table, admiring her handiwork.

"There, she cooed, "that's so much better than that ridiculous police uniform... did you know how ludicrous you looked in those tight pants, armed with a weapon, trying to act tough? baby is much more properly dressed now."

Ms. Winters smiled as she said this, looking down at the diapered police officer. The stunned baby girl bore little resemblance to the arrogant officer of little more than an hour ago.

Jackie squirmed on the table in her diapers. How could this be happening to her? She was a smart, beautiful, desirable woman. She was a competent police officer, trained to deal with almost any situation. She was educated and came from a good family. So how was it that she was in a disposable diaper and plastic pants, committed to a mental institution, under the control of this crazy Director who was now her legal guardian?

The humid confinement of her diapers was becoming more pronounced, and her tightly confined skin felt clammy. Her shapely ass, gripped by the harsh reality that was the disposable diaper, felt wrapped and packaged in thick plastic, which it was. Jackie cried silent tears as she was left alone in the padded nursery.

"Goodnight little girl", said Ms. Winters as she closed the door.

Jackie squirmed around on the padded floor. At least they didn't confine her to the crib. She tried desperately to pull down her plastic pants and get at her disposable diaper but it was no use!! her hands were useless to her. She rolled on her stomach and glanced back over her shoulder at her diapered ass-- she looked just like two year old toddler!!! She had to get out of diapers!! In frustration, she rolled this way and that, grinding her hips against the padded floor. Her diapers moved not one inch!!!

"OHHHHH!!!!!" she cried in utter frustration. She was sweating profusely from her efforts, and the temperature of the room was very high. The waistband of her plastic pants bit deeply into her stomach, and her useless hands slid easily on the smooth plastic and could find no purchase. Her short hair became matted and tangled, and she began to drool with effort. Jackie wept at what she had been reduced to. Her bladder signaled it was getting full, and Jackie was determined that she would not wet her diapers like a baby.

The minutes crawled by like geologic ages, and the pressure became intense. She must keep control, she told herself. Suddenly, she became furious. She was going to be made to piss herself. She had been tricked out of her uniform, her freedom, and her adulthood. She screamed and pounded her head uselessly against the thick padding. She rolled over on her back with her legs together. She then got up on her knees, with her shoulders touching the floor, diapered ass turned skyward. Her teeth were clenched.

Her aching bladder finally gave way and she flooded her waiting diapers. The thirsty pads absorbed the urine but did little to relieve the girl's discomfort. Jackie was wet, diapered, and confined. She was going to stay that way until someone decided to change her.

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Officer Dave Lennon was glad the inspection was almost over. What was supposed to take an hour had almost doubled. He and Bob Johnson, accompanied by Mr. Hobbs, had toured the facility and were suitably impressed. All was in order. He wondered briefly how Jackie was making out in the East wing. Dave remembered the smell of her perfume and the sway of her trim hips. He would scarcely believe it if he were told that those trim hips were now wrapped in a wet disposable diaper.

"Dave, said Office Bob Johnson, "Let's wrap this up."

Turning to Ms. Winters who had joined them in the reception area, he said,

"Ms. Winters, all seems to be in order. When will Officer Akira be joining us?" Ms. Winters smiled and said,

"Officer Akira is just finishing up, and should be with you in about 20 minutes."

Bob Johnson frowned. His son had a baseball game that evening and he needed to get back to the station.

"Dave, he said, "I've got to get going. I'll take the unit back to the station and you follow with Jackie when she's done. I'll see you both on Monday."

He thanked Ms. Winters and left the building. Things had gone much as Ms. Winters had hoped.

It was Friday afternoon, and she reasoned that the supervising officer would be eager to leave once the job had been done. She planned to keep the wayward officer Akira in the facility until Sunday night, and then release her. She was sure that Officer Akira would say nothing. In any case, she didn't have a legal leg to stand on.

There was, however, one other issue to deal with. Alone now with Officer Lennon, Ms. Winters explained the situation with Jackie. Dave listened at first in disbelief, but then with mounting interest. He looked at the papers Jackie had signed and realized that every point Ms. Winters had made was true. It did, however, open up several interesting opportunities for him if he remained quite. Besides, he thought, he really did care for Jackie and had no wish for her to be publicly humiliated.

He thought of all this as he went with Ms. Winters to the nursery where Jackie was. He gasped when he saw the diapered girl through the observation window. Her hair had been cut, and she looked a mess, but she was truly a beautiful girl.

He felt a stirring in his loins as he looked at the proud, arrogant Jackie struggling diapered in the nursery. Ms. Winters had entered, and was speaking to Jackie,

"Well little girl, I've come to a decision about you. You're going to spend the weekend here and then you'll be released into the custody of your fellow officer, Dave Lennon. Jackie's eyes went wide at this.

"No No... Dave can not be allowed to see me this way...please, I'll be good... I've learned my lesson...."

Several efficient nurses had entered the nursery, and began to release Jackie. Her cotton top was removed, as were the mittens and baby bonnet. She wore only her disposable diapers and plastic pants. Jackie gasped and tried to cover herself as Dave came in. She turned beat red, seen in her sagging, soaked diapers. To Dave, this was the complete antithesis of all that Jackie stood for.

"Dave, said Jackie, "Please... help me... God, this is so humiliating!!! Please, don't tell anyone about this!"

She went to a corner in the nursery and began to cry. Dave, moved, went to her and held her. She no longer smelled of sweet perfume, only of dried sweat and stale urine. He kissed her short, matted hair.

"It's all right, baby", he said, "Daddy's here to make it all better. I've always felt you could use a good dose of humility."

"But I'm in diapers!!" wailed Jackie. She then looked into his eyes and melted to him. She was then lead to the changing table. Her plastic pants were removed. Her diaper was unfastened. Jackie gasped when it came off. Free! she was free! she tried to touch her ass but her hands were batted away. It felt good to have free air touching her skin. Her body was washed and to her dismay, another diaper was brought out.

"Please Dave, don't let them diaper me again!" she cried. Dave smiled, enjoying the situation immensely.

"But you look so cute in diapers!" he said.

Jackie pouted as the diaper was brought up and fastened. Fresh plastic pants were drawn up over her bulging hips. A rubber bra was placed on her, confining her sweetly shaped breasts. A footed sleeper was then zipped up, confining the lovely girl in its flannel caresses. Finally, her hands were once again placed in mittens. Jackie was to be put to bed!!

She gasped when she saw the crib-- a large mobile was attached to the side and would hang down in front of her face. However, instead of the usual items, it was made up of her grown up underwear, now cleaned!!! Her pantyhose, panties, and lace bra were to hang down, taunting her. The garments looked strangely empty, now that their former owner no longer filled them out. She was not qualified to wear them. With a start, Jackie realized that she was back in uniform-- only this time, the uniform consisted not of tight khaki and silken underwear, but of disposable diapers and plastic pants. Her badge was not one of metal, but one of plastic. It was the white badge of shame.

She was placed on her back in the crib, a baby blanket pinned over her to keep her in place. Her hose brushed her face, and her mittoned hand brushed the silky material. She remembered how the nylon hugged her skin and ass, caressing her in its sleek embrace. Her now diapered ass was once again becoming sweaty, and she looked longingly at her silken panties, dangling just inches away from her. The silk underpants might as well be a thousand miles away, she thought.

She squirmed in her crib, trying to move her diapers into a more comfortable position. It had little effect. Dave looked down at the baby and said,

"Quoochie quoochie coo," tickling the covered girls middle. Jackie, despite herself, giggled. Dave's hand then went to her crotch, and he began to caress her through the many layer of flannel and plastic. Jackie started to squirm and coo. Ms. Winters looked on as Jackie became excited. She began to buck her diapered hips to meet Dave's hand.

"Please Dave, stop.... You're making me hot....." she cried. Each time he caressed her, she felt waves and waves of pleasure. She was mortified that Ms. Winters should see her react so.

"Oh OH OH!!!" she moaned. Dave's hand moved faster.

"please don't,....please don't.... please don't....." she gasped.

"Please don't what, baby?" said Dave as he looked down upon her.

"Please don't make me come in my diapers like a little baby!!" Jackie cried.

However, it was too late. As she looked up at Dave and Ms. Winters through her hanging underwear, Jackie came with a great force. It was one of the most intense orgasms of her life. She had been made to come in her diapers!!! Exhausted, the girl closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, wondering what new experiences the following day would bring.