_I've never considered myself a good writer, and I've never had much passion for it either. English isn't my mother language either; please keep that in mind when you stumble on grammar errors. I'm a great fan of reading diaper stories and for the ones that share this interest, you'll probably have noticed that there is hardly any new literature coming out on that subject lately. Therefore I've decided to give writing a try and I must say I quite enjoyed writing this, I think I'll do it more often. I would really appreciate any kind of comment, even if it's just a - it sucked- or a - bad writing style - or - loved it- , any comment would be useful. Also keep the usual stuff in mind, no reading if you're under eighteen, and I recommend not reading it if you're not into the mentioned kinks. This part of the story is clean, so there will be no scat or watersports. I might write a part two, depending on the reactions. Well, I hope you enjoy reading as much as I did writing it, have fun!

~Chevs_

The Prohibited Zone (part 1)

It was a day like any other when at 5.00 AM sharp the curtains opened automatically, the glass plate in the window produced fake sunlight and the boxes in the roof of the room bird tjirping. Ancient stimuli proving a new dawn filled Chevs eyes and ears and where on any other day he would have rolled over, the wolf now jumped out of bed, spreading his arms and legs. 'Computer, dress..' He hesitated for a moment, looking out the window that had stopped producing light and now showed reality, twilight and rain. 'Dress warm, get coffee and show the news'. The very second the canine finished his sentence, several robotic arms came shooting from the ceiling, opening closets and pulling out clothes. Before he could count to ten, a shirt and sweater were pulled over his head, his arms even guided through the arm holes as he was lifted up by a mechanical arm around his waist, a pair of black boxers securely pulled in place, followed by jeans and then socks. Sitting on the edge of the bed, enjoying a fresh cup of coffee, even his shoelaces were being tied and at that he sighed deeply, being one of the few furs that found it very depressing that computers did everything these days. A big screen on the wall suddenly flashed to life and a tall lioness started reading the morning news as if she had been waiting for the twenty year old wolf to start watching. 'A very fine, but rainy Thursday morning, October the 3rd 21-89 to you! The red line subway from New York to Moscow is suffering from a technical disturbance and will be out of order all day. Heli-fields expect a higher amount of travelers than they will be able to process and therefore recommend taking the yellow line subway to Peking to get on the black line to Moscow.' Chevs rubbed his eyes and took a big mouthful of coffee. 'In other news, the UN has decided that the previously radioactive zone near Washington's second sentinel will be permanently locked down. Ysill security states that the building of a wall around the zone will be done within three days.' Chevs coughed out some coffee, which was cleaned up the instant it hit the floor. He had counted on having at least a week to sneak past the patrol lines to investigate old technology in the deserted zone. "no time to lose' He mumbled and got up, rushing out.

The door fell into its lock behind him right when the newsreader started reading the broadcast anew 'A very fine, but rainy morn...' Chevs ran down the stairs of the living-block and made his way to the nearest subway station and within the hour he stood in Washington. He had been studying the place for so long, it didn't take him much time to find the empty apartment that had half of it positioned in the safe zone, the other half in the locked down zone. His heart was hammering so hard in his chest that he was sure he could hear it when he forced the backdoor open and suddenly stood in a street that seemed to have suffered the apocalypse. He fished his cell phone out of his pocket and measured for radioactivity. When things seemed safe, he wrapped aluminum foil around his cell phone, not willing to risk being arrested for entering a prohibited zone. He shuffled trough the streets, the rain soaking through his clothes as he looked for any kind of technology that might have survived the blast, almost a hundred years ago. To him, this place was not one of danger, but one filled with treasures of the past. After several hours of fruitless searching, he sat down to eat a sandwich, scanning his surroundings. Every new thing he saw confused him more than the last one did. Some cars had wheels and buildings were only one story high, not to mention what used to be gardens. When he took the last bite of his sandwich, his eyes fell on a larger building, something that could have been a large office, but it didn't have enough windows. What interested Chevs most was that the building seemed fully intact, except for the burned paint that was hardly stuck to the wall anymore. The canine got back on his feet and made the decision to have a last stop there before giving up his search.

Where he had expected to have to force the door open, it automatically opened at his touch and when he stepped in, his mouth fell open. 'What the..' Darkness made place for lights flickering and then beaming powerful, showing a lounge with a big desk. Everything seemed perfectly intact, as if the office had never been out of order. But the surprise became unreal to the wolf when a female leopard appeared behind the desk, smiling way too friendly at him. 'It is now 9.06 AM!' She said and lights flickered once more, as if something had short circuited and so did the leopardess. 'a.. hologram?' He wondered aloud, taking a step closer to run his paws right through the tigress. When he was born, they had already stopped giving the computers of houses a face in the form of a hologram, so he was more than wildly impressed. The grin disappeared off his face when the door fell into its lock behind him. The female spoke 'Checking in your pup, Miss Oakland?' The wolf turned his head and was relieved to find no one there; the control system was obviously miss functioning. 'No, but I would like you to tell me where the control room is?' Chevs tried, but was interrupted by the tigress speaking again 'Checking in your pup, Miss Oakland? Checking in your pup, Miss Oakland?' She paused a moment and her smile seemed to widen 'Strict control on the pup today, Miss Oakland? As you wish! We will look forward to seeing you after work, we'll take good care of your girl' The canine shook his head and walked around the desk to find what was powering the hologram, but suddenly had several robotic arms taking a hold of him. 'Pups aren't allowed behind the desk!' The female leopard noted sternly and as Chevs struggled to get lose, her face softened. 'Detecting wetness on subject #97. Instant changing needed. Scanning memories for a most suited babysitter' Chevs yelped out when two lasers shone right into his eyes, blinding him and thereby getting him to hold still. 'Babysitter being shaped in the form of a certain Linda, please remain patient while the necessary procedures are being followed'. Still, the wolf could see nothing but white and when his eyes finally adjusted, that was something he regretted at first. The doors leading deeper into the building flew open and a white tigress wearing a way too sexy schoolgirl uniform padded in, arms folded over each other. This wasn't just any tigress, this was his ex girlfriend. 'Hello girl, I'll be taking care of you today! Are you ready for you changing?' She spoke and he noticed she even had the exact same voice. Another hologram, the image stolen from his mind? He reached out to slide his paw through her imagine, but hit solid material. 'Hello girl, I'll be taking care of you today! Are you ready for you changing?' The robotic female repeated. Only now the words settled in, Chevs shaking his head to the disfunctioning system. 'Your system is broke and needs repairing, show me the control room.' But before he even finished the sentence, Linda picked him up with amazing strength, carrying him into the next room. Once more, he tried to squirm out of those arms, but there was no fighting machines. 'Commanding system shutdown, code #343' He yelled and the female held still. He sighed in relieve, ready to step out of her arms, feeling more than a bit uncomfortable to be carried off by something that looked just a tad too much like an ex he had parted very badly with. He ran a finger through her fur, shivering at how real it felt and yelping out loudly when her grip on him tightened again. 'Command unknown, code #343 is un-existent' Linda said in a most static voice, to then immediately continue with the sweetest voice 'na-ah! Pup's don't get to command, now do they? ' She marched him into a small room, about 150 square feet big and pushed him onto a table. It was almost in a gentle way, yet left no room for protesting, though god he tried. With just the right amount of strength she pushed his arms back above his head and strapped them to the table with brown leather straps and then proceeded to undo his clothes. He kicked with his legs as much as he could, but still she managed to get his shoes, socks and jeans off. When she wrapped her warm fingers around the waistband of his boxers, he widened his eyes and struggled all the more, all the while screaming every single computer command he could think of to make her stop, but nothing worked and his underwear she removed as well. She finished with tearing his sweater and shirt apart slowly and carefully, leaving him fully naked on the table. Linda still gave him that awfully sweet smile, as if she was doing him a favor, when she reached into the air near the wall over and over. It took Chevs a while to register that she was trying to open a cupboard that was no longer there. The robot seemed to figure out the same thing, even if it was a few minutes later and when she did, she instantly walked out of the room. 'I'll just go and get the supplies pup, hang in there.' And off she went, while the wolf screamed and pleaded, trying to convince her with every word he knew that this was all a system error, that it needed shutting down, that he could repair the system and finally just that he was not a pup, that he could dress himself, or that At Least he was not a girl. When his torrent of words finally ended, he was all alone in the room, surrounded by nothing but silence.

It felt like hours since she had walked out, his wrists and back sore from everything he tried to get lose. In the relatively short amount of time he had wished so many times that she wouldn't return, but now he was scared she really wouldn't. If he didn't get back out of the prohibited zone before Sunday, he would be permanently locked in. Surely the program would end at the end of the program's workday and he would be released? He panted heavily in fear and frustration, trying to calm himself down. He lost count of how many times he had scanned the small room, but he did so once more, clenching his teeth. He was on a high wooden, but padded table in the middle of the room. He was, by now, sure that this building had been a daycare centre and that this was the changing room for the babies. The room had one window but the glass had been shattered all over the floor. The walls had once been a bright pink, but that color only showed on a few spots now. Most of it was grey or black. A cold wind rushed through the room and he shivered heavily, his eyes watering. A few papers that had been lying on the ground were stirred by the wind, but he couldn't read what was on them from where he was laying, especially since it was getting dark with the sun going down rapidly. The whole floor was covered by broken cupboards and all kinds of items of which he couldn't make out what they were, covered by too much dust. He closed his eyes and whimpered softly, trying to imagine himself anywhere else than in the room that could have been pulled right out of a horror movie.

He had considered it impossible, but when he stirred awake from the opening door and the unnatural light flickering on, he couldn't draw any other conclusion than that he had fallen asleep somehow. 'O-oh thank god, you came back!' He stuttered, trying to sit up, but finding his paws still bound tight to the table. 'I'm glad to see you too, silly girl' Linda replied in the exact voice of his ex girlfriend, placing a lot items sealed in see through plastic bags on the table. 'Y-you understand me? Yes! Yes, good! You have to untie me, this is all a mistake!' He shouted at her as he looked up with pleading eyes. But where she had previously seemed to understand him fully, she continued to run her standard program now. 'Let's get you into dry clothes, shall we?' She told him sweetly and opened three bags at once. Out of the first, she pulled a pair of tight black boxers, out of the second white panties with a pink waistband and out of the third a thick adult sized diaper. He held his breath as she gazed at the three items for a while, seeming to be unable to make a choice. After a while, Chevs opened his mouth, whispering 'The boxers.' And when she didn't reply - 'the black ones.' Still, she remained perfectly still and for over a minute, they both were. 'For god's sake I'm cold, give me the boxers!' The eyes of the female seemed to brighten in realization and her smile grew wider. 'Dress warm!' She exclaimed and grabbed his feet, pulling the panties up. Chevs kicked with his legs, but was quickly tired from previous efforts. He felt the tigress tug the panties strongly around his groin, groaning as they felt a size or two too small. Instantly, the front of the underwear wettened with the pre from the tip of his shaft that poked from his grey furred sheath. He began to blush slightly at his bodies' reaction. The situation, the underwear, it was the last thing that he wanted, but here he was, gazing into those awfully friendly green eyes of his ex and that soft cotton material hugging his privates while she raised his legs up highly into the air with a paw wrapped around his ankles. 'God this is awfully humiliating' He mumbled. The schoolgirl placed the thick diaper right under his butt and lowered him on it, but before strapping it into place, she gave him a spank on both butt cheeks with such strength, that it had the wolf screaming in pain. 'Humiliation! One: The act of humiliation; degradation. Two: The state of being humiliated or disgraced; shame. Three: A Humiliating condition or circumstance' She quoted as if she was reading the dictionary and then jumped right back to her normal program. Chevs could swear that he saw pleasure in her eyes and he winced. The more real she appeared, the worse it felt for him. Yet again, he tried pleading for her to stop, to let him go, to at least not diaper him, but the tigress showed no signs of stopping. She taped the diaper tightly in place and then pulled the black boxers over it as well. 'Dress warm!' She once more said. The utterly humiliated wolf groaned loudly, looking down at the crazily ridiculous sight, a very bulky pair of boxers.

Linda hummed softly as she leaned over him to undo the straps around his wrists, kissing his cheek. With her face still uncomfortably close, she asked 'What does the puppy want to do now? Play a game? Have a nap? Or are you hungry?' Chevs had to concentrate real hard to listen to her words, her breasts pressed against his chest. God they felt real. 'Common girl, choose!' She added. 'It's only 9.06 AM!'

Please let me know what you think of the story, this is the first one I've written. Also, ideas of what should happen next would be grand!~Chevs