Hello. It’s been a while since I’ve written anything. For those of you who read my last story I posted: I’m not done writing for the Utter Loss of Words of the Awkward Teenage Girl but I’m taking a break to relieve my writers block for that story. I will eventually get back to updating it in the future, I’m very sorry to those of you who were very much into it.
This story is a long one and is not a generic ABDL story by any means. I know the first two chapters aren’t very promising but hold in there and it will get very in depth soon. I loved writing this story and have just about a third of it written; however, it’s not fully proofread so I will be posting a chapter or two here and there as I proofread them. I’ll stop rambling though, I hope you all enjoy this story as much as I did writing it. Here are the first two chapters and the next few will follow soon. c:
I thought I’d write a lame synopsis for those of you who like to know what you’re getting yourselves into by beginning a story. It’s a very vague one but it gives a good idea what will be coming your way.
All Dakota Siberia ever knew was working within the government sector of the Phoenix. The Phoenix had an enemy called the Hybrid Institution. Dakota will do whatever it takes to make sure the Hybrid Institution is halted from experimenting on kids, incarcerating her friends, and hurting people she loves.
However, a guy named Derek changes her game plans, well, almost entirely. They have one little secret that makes the two of them inseparable.
Dakota finds herself in a maze of confusion. Every wall of defense that took so many years to build up come crashing down ever since she met Derek.
Dakota finds herself in a sticky predicament. Her mind is in a catastrophe as she has to choose between Derek or the Phoenix. What will she end up choosing?
“Flight 34 boarding passengers.” I took out my headphones and walked over to the line of passengers. You would think that there aren’t much people who travel at 4 in the morning from Atlanta, Georgia to Denver, Colorado I guess, but you would be sadly mistaken.
I watched as the family in front of me walks onto the plane’s entryway. The weary father carried his daughter onto the plane. The girl was decorated in pink from head to toe. Her head bobbed awake with a yawn as her dad carried her down the narrow hallway before entering the door on the plane. Jealousy betrayed me as I walked behind the sleepy family.
I was shaken from my daze, “Dakota.”
The flight attendant looked annoyed as if she regretted her job after talking to me, “Last name?”
“Siberia.” I narrowed my gaze in almost a glare as I went onto the plane, trying to ignore her attitude.
I found my seat of B23 and saw the family I walked behind sit a few rows in front of me to the right. I sighed and shoved my bag into the luggage compartment above the seats. I plopped down in my chair and waited for the plane to take off. My eyes kept drifting to the father as he patted his toddler’s back and cooed her. My eyes traveled to the Disney princess pull-up peaking out of her pink sweat pants. The mother caught my glance and I looked away in embarrassment.
Over the speaker the flight attendant told us that the flight would take off in a few minutes. I looked to the empty seat by me and then looked out the window. The plane began rolling. I took a slow breath and prepared for this lonely ride. It’s not like riding in a plane alone was a stranger to me, but that doesn’t mean that it’s not a thought that doesn’t sting me.
Being alone, without any relatives, was something I was accustomed to. My parents passed away when I was only 7 years old. The only relative I had was my uncle who lived in Scandinavia and is currently still working at a botany lab. He rather study rare plants in Scandinavia than be with his remnants of a family. From what I heard, he’s a dedicated hermit. Bottom line is, he insisted on sending me to an orphanage when he found out that he was the last left to take care of me.
I could have very well been sent to an orphanage, but my father had a strong bond with one of his childhood friends. Daniel was truly a genuine friend to my father. Through third wheeling it for five years with my mom and my dad, the marriage, and the birth of their child, Daniel has been there. After my parents passed away, he was officially my guardian. I don’t treat him like he’s my dad or anything, but he did save me from growing up in an orphanage and that’s something I will always be grateful for. He is the only person that I can call part of my family.
However, Daniel a secret. From the age of 12, Daniel had been part of a silent war that had been going on for years. This war was between two government sectors. That’s the part I didn’t get when I was first recruited. How did the government approve both sectors without investigating further into what they did? Yet the government still funds both sectors to this day? Then I found that it was all a lie. Both sectors, owning hundreds of locations and counting, were lying to the government.
The sectors originally began as operations. These operations were more like research on children and teens. It was for advanced children and teens. Adolescents who were physically and mentally stronger and faster than others were gathered into these operations. There were two huge groups of research which were the Hybrid Institution and the Phoenix. They may seem similar on paper but in actuality, they were strikingly different. Surprisingly, both operations were once a whole.
Once upon a time, a group of psychologists, scientists, and federal agents came together to create one operation; this operation was called Phoenix. Calvin Smith and Wilson Earl were the two leading people within this group who originally founded the operation. Both men shared on the main dream of one day being able to progress adolescents mentally and physically so that they would be molding, basically, what you would call a ‘super human’.
In 1985, the Institution of Development was founded, with a staff of 19 people. The first group of adolescents of 50 students was admitted into the institution. After the first year, 8 of the original students remained. It was a disaster. Operation Phoenix was almost terminated. Only 8 students progressed significantly and the other 42 were ranked as average. Wilson Earl and Calvin Smith fought for Operation Phoenix to continue. However, after the first year, Wilson was changing his perspective on the whole operation. He began arguing to enforcing punishments and stricter guidelines. Calvin didn’t agree with Wilson. Calvin thought that the results of the first year were not due to that but rather the fact that all 8 remaining students had one thing in common: they all had high intellectual rates and a special frame of mind that couldn’t be explained. It was not the fact that they were naturally smart that they were remaining; it was because they all had a natural sense of determination.
The Institution of Development tested on mental ability, strength, and speed. If you failed any of the requirements to stay at the institution, you would be sent home immediately, hence why only 8 remained. Through looking at all the research, Calvin saw that it was not that they must inflict punishment; it was that they would need to gather up the ‘special’ adolescents. These special teens and children would already have to be mentally and physically advanced in order to take them and mold them into a more complex type of human. The proof was within the 8 remaining students and Calvin knew it. His idea bloomed into searching and testing the adolescents around the country to find more special teens.
Wilson disagreed strongly with Calvin. This led to a long feud between the two. Even though they disagreed strongly with one another, they pushed the government to grant another year at the Institution of Development and an extra building. They were given access to another year but not the extra building. Wilson ended up leaving Operation Phoenix to create his own building of the Hybrid Institution in 1987. The Hybrid Institution was funded by the government but instead for medical advancement with adolescents. It was not considered to be under Operation Phoenix. By 1987, Operation Phoenix was hardly considered an operation anymore.
Calvin renamed the Institution of Development into the Phoenix in 1988. Calvin began pulling his idea of ‘special’ adolescents from around the United States. The results were so significant that the Phoenix was funded continuously. The 8 original kids grew up into incredible soldiers, federal agents, doctors, and spies the country has ever seen. The results led to the usual admitting age to be around 12. Most of the regulations practiced at the Phoenix were also practiced at Hybrid Institution. However, as the years went by, the two sectors slowly rose into a silent war.
The silent war began with stolen research. In the mid 1990’s, Calvin and Wilson had moved on, but the people under them had not. Constant murmurs of hatred between the groups rose and the Hybrids ended up stealing vital information from the Phoenix. Years rolled by with students fighting other students that brought on an almost controlled chaos; a certain chaos that could be kept under wraps without anyone outside of the two sectors finding out. The Hybrid Institution would even kidnap teens from the Phoenix and punish them. The punishments weren’t too harmful, but they were rigorous. The Phoenix would have to break into multiple Hybrid Institution centers to retrieve the stolen students.
As of the year 2015, the Hybrid Institution was now known for its painful programs with children and teens. They regulate cruel punishments within their strict facilities. The medical procedures and examinations they practiced were scathingly drastic. The only good news is that no one has died or has had any serious medical mutation, yet. They have developed multiple medical advancements through the years. Sleepers have resulted through the medical testing that has gone on at the Hybrid Institution. Sleepers are small vials of milky white liquid with a small syringe at the end. One stick and you will fall into a deep sleep in under a minute. Unfortunately, that’s only one innovation out of hundreds that have been made in Hybrid Institution.
The Phoenix is still a whole different sector. They push teens and children enough to progress incredibly. There are never any terrible punishments or any testing on its adolescents without consent. The Phoenix practices heavy physical exercise and mental challenges. The results are just as incredible as they were in the beginning.
The Phoenix has been continuously trying to shut down the Hybrid Institution for many decades. It has been an impossible task as the Hybrid Institution has been growing every single day. The Hybrid Institution has around 340 facilities and counting. As Hybrid Institution grows, so does the Phoenix. The Phoenix has 267 facilities and we are still trying to grow. Thousands of people are invested into this silent war that still rages on between the two groups.
Daniel originally did not want me to be anywhere near involved with the Phoenix. I was fragile to him and he felt it was his job to protect me. However, as I grew up, I was exceptionally intelligent. He couldn’t neglect the gift I was given and eventually had to bring me into the whole movement. The Phoenix needed kids like me more than we knew. The Phoenix needed as many people as they could get.
The only issue that I faced coming into the Phoenix was that I had a behavior issue. I paid for it on multiple occasions and I still do. Usually I just would get small punishments of cleaning the bathroom or running a couple more laps during training but they didn’t really phase me. The punishments have been worse because I just can’t keep my mouth shut sometimes. Daniel’s scolded me several times for it because my trainers and leaders have talked to him.
Daniel almost didn’t let me take on my new assignment in southern California even though Daniel was going to be traveling there in a few months. I was transferring to Colorado for the summer to go into a training program.
California was the top ranking most heated spots within the silent war. One third of Hybrid Institutions are scattered in California, along with its head quarter in southern California. One seventh of Phoenix’s buildings are amongst them but thousands of members are living within southern California. Students were constantly being stolen and there were hundreds of fights happening there. I was being transferred there to be a sneak. A sneak was usually the idiot person that goes into a Hybrid Institution to steal information or be a decoy. I was the idiot person. I honestly didn’t care about going in. I was missing out on a lot of the action in Atlanta, Georgia anyways.
I originally was supposed to leave in September to California with Daniel but I left earlier to go to Colorado so I could join a special summer training camp, called Knights of Phoenix, only for the top ranking in performance between all the teen members of the Phoenix. Out of around eight thousand teens considered, only about one hundred are hand selected each summer to join the camp. During the camp, if you fall under requirements, you can be sent home. I’ve been offered the past two summers to go to the camp but Daniel wouldn’t let me. I still had about two weeks to wait out since it was only the end of May and the training begins on June 16th. This year I at least had a place to live in and a job lined up for the summer to have a little extra cash on hand.
I snapped out of my daze as the plane rolled onto the ground. My eyes flicked over to the toddler napping and then back to the sun peaking over the trees in the distance. I was so tired but I had to stay up a few more hours to get to the apartment. I yawned as I stretched. I walked sluggishly out of the airplane as I threw one more glance as I passed the toddler in the father’s arms.
Three hours later I opened the door to the apartment. Sun peaked through the shades and I sighed. I threw my luggage on the floor and passed out on my bed.
I woke up to an obnoxious ring tone. I groaned and picked up my phone, “What?”
Daniel’s voice took on a concerned tone, “Hey kiddo. Are you at the apartment all in one piece?”
“Yes, Jesus Christ, can I go back to sleep?” I said, a little pissed off.
“Do you know what time it is?” I rolled my eyes, he knew I stayed up over 30 hours. I didn’t reply; I just laid there.
“It’s 3 PM. Get your ass up and do something.” I huffed on the phone and hung up on Daniel.
I got up and threw my phone on the naked bed. I was so lazy when I got back I didn’t even bother to put a cover on it nor any blankets. Thankfully the apartment had a homely feel with many bits of furniture complimenting it. It was just lacking a few pillows and blankets. The apartment I was staying in was Daniel’s friend Luke’s apartment. Luke was on a long business trip and Daniel talked him into letting me spend the next few weeks in his apartment.
I threw a cover and my warm, fuzzy purple blanket on the bed along with a few pillows. I stretched and groaned. I still had to go to the store to get groceries and I was feeling a bit lazier than I’d like to admit. My mouth was dry and my stomach rumbled obnoxiously.
I tossed my beaten up, sun bleached green backpack over my shoulder and went to the apartment garage. I fiddled with my keys until I found the garage door key. I walked into the parking garage and found the bike rack. Daniel said Luke had a bike I could use. I saw the light blue, deteriorated vintage bike at the end of the rack. As I thought it would be, the bike’s seat was way too high but I was lucky enough to have some sort of transportation, so how could I complain? I shrugged and attempted to adjust the seat. Being 5’2 could be a struggle sometimes, but it did have its benefits. I was guessing that Luke must be around 6 foot from his bike seat. I eventually got the seat down to as low as it could go and walked it out of the garage.
I hopped on the bike with a grunt. My feet were barely touching the ground so I began pedaling. Granby, Colorado had a small little downtown area on the outskirts where I was living. Near the apartment was a group of stores and restaurants to easily travel to with trees shadowing the roads. I biked down the roads with the sun light falling over my shoulders. Cars breezed by me as I turned the corner into the down town area. I rolled down a slight decline falling into the downtown.
The Lantern Restaurant Bar and Grill passed me as I rode onto the grocery store. I took a long glance at the place as I passed. The restaurant was built in with rustic dark wood and chipping white windows framing it. From what I could see, the inside had fully covered walls of pinup model pictures, coke collectibles, and other vintage pieces lining the walls. The room was well lit with lanterns glowing among the tables and walls. I looked away with less anxiety for my first work day. I would be working at the Lantern for a few weeks, starting tomorrow, and I didn’t know what to expect of the place. From what I just passed, the place looked very warm and inviting. It was only the first day of June and only 15 more days until camp begins. Camp was an hour or two away from Granby and near a lake where parts of the training will take place.
A few minutes later the medium sized Foodmart came into view. The wooden planks of the store looked bleached by the sunlight as I came closer. I jumped off of my bike and fit it into the bike rack. I felt a light breeze ruffle my long messy mahogany-ish-black hair as I walked into the store with a door ring following my entrance.
“Hello, welcome to Foodmart.” A guy at the counter said in a monotone voice as he looked over a magazine with a bored expression placed on his face.
I ignored him, grabbing a red shopping basket, and walked into the depths of the store, passing a few strangers pushing carts. I wanted to get my items that I needed and then leave. I hated wasting time grocery shopping so it was better if I got as little as possible. I grabbed some milk, bread, Cheetos and a few other items that I could thrive on for the next two weeks. After I was done, I was all the way at the back of the store. I began walking towards the front as something caught my eye in the row I was in.
I looked around to make sure no one was around. The store seemed vacant. I scratched the back of my head nervously as I looked at the shelves. Baby diapers to toddler diapers to adult diapers to infantile items showered the aisle. I searched for the GoodNites. My eyes fell upon a few sets of them in different patterns and sizes. I grabbed the large size ones with butterflies and zebra prints. I looked on it wondering if I could still fit in them. I hadn’t worn a diaper in more than a few years. I didn’t need to wear diapers but I wanted to wear them for many years on end. My obsession only lived within my dreams because I was too scared Daniel would find out. The package said ages 8-14 and sadly, I was 16 turning 17 soon. The package did say weights from 60 to 125 plus. I was only 120 so it must be able to fit me. I had to admit I had a small worry that it may not fit and it might be a waste to get them. I shrugged it off as I stared at the package with anxiety building in my mind.
“The Tinkerbelle ones are more adorable, wouldn’t you agree?” I jumped, dropping the package, and turned around. My cheeks warmed up in embarrassment.
My eyes found the man with the warm voice. Sea blue eyes watched me carefully. A crooked grin dawned on his face as if the situation was humorous to him. Light hazel brown, medium length hair fell over his forehead in a careless way. I had a small urge to brush a piece out of his eye but I resisted. His face was very, not to be vague, handsome, which only brought more embarrassment to my situation.
An awkward silence of staring made me shift as the guy reached down near me to pick up the pack of diapers. I couldn’t help but gawk at his muscular build and how tall he was. He had to be 6 foot something judging how much taller he was than me. He looked to be around 18 but he looked like he spent a bit more time than most in the gym. I blushed deeper shades of red as he looked at the package and turned it in his hands with a small smile. His eyes shifted towards me and then back down to the package, as if he knew I was about to buy them for myself.
I felt a little helpless and for once, I didn’t know what to do. Should I continue to stand there with the mysterious guy? Or should I run out of the Foodmart as fast as I can?
“Are these for you?” He looked up at me, with a serious expression.
My words betrayed me, “Yes.” I looked at him and then down in humiliation.
I shifted, once again. For some reason, I wanted to be honest, even though I could get away with a lie if I wanted to. But that was it, I didn’t want to. Something changed in my mind and in this moment, I wanted to be completely honest with just one damn person for once. And it happened to be this mysterious, damn fucking attractive, stranger that stood in front of me.
I closed my eyes, waiting for a repulsive response from him. I opened them to find him with a crooked grin planted on his face.
“That’s-” I waited for the vial words to spill from his mouth, “adorable.” I cocked my head at him in shock.
“What?” I blurted out. I was completely taken aback. My whole life, I thought no guy would ever think diapers on grown girls would be ‘adorable’, especially this stranger who looked like he’d rather have some sexy blonde than a geek who had an obsession with diapers. It’s not like he knew if it was for medical reasons but even the idea of him accepting it was incredible to me.
He chuckled at my response. “I said that’s adorable.” His eyes studied me and I blushed.
“But,” He places the package of GoodNites with the butterfly and zebra designs back on the shelf and exchanges it for the GoodNites with Tinkerbelle designs. He hands me the package, “those are your best pick. You like Tinkerbelle, right?” He smiled warmly.
I blushed again and nodded, “Yeah, I guess.” I looked at the pattern on the package of diapers. He stood there, as if he were thinking of something to say.
“You know, I’ve never seen you down town before. Are you new here, by any chance?” He cocked his head in question.
I nodded and shifted my feet awkwardly, “Yeah.” I placed the package in my shopping basket.
He was searching for something in his pocket and found a pen, “May I have your hand?” I was taken aback for the second time in five minutes.
I shrugged and his proximity became increasingly closer. He took my hand gently in his and began writing his number on the back of my hand.
“There.” He said with a warm smile as his eyes were dancing.
“My name is Derek, by the way. I think I forgot to mention that.” His smile widened and he revealed his almost perfect white teeth. Derek was a bit too close to me as I stood in front of him.
“Hi, er.” I took a step back and accidentally hit my shopping basket on the ground behind me, “I’m Dakota.” I stuck out my hand.
He looked down at my hand and chuckled. I blushed in embarrassment, once again, I was being severely awkward. I was being, well, not my usual self towards him. Derek shook my hand. His gentle caress as he pulled away lingered on my hand.
I picked up my shopping basket, “I have, uh, to go. Sorry.” I looked down at the Tinkerbelle GoodNites in my cart. I didn’t want to leave but I was having a weird feeling surge through me that I wasn’t familiar too. I’ve never really been good with holding crushes or liking someone but I was already developing a small crush on Derek yet I only talked to him for ten minutes. I had to leave before I could let myself think of even the possibility of having a crush on someone I didn’t even know.
“Okay, I understand. But, when you’re not busy, call me sometime soon. I’m not a fan of texting so don’t bother. I’m kind of old school. I’m just lame like that I guess.” His blue eyes were still studying me. I shifted, with the heavy shopping basket in my arms reminded me I should go.
“Yeah I guess.” He flashed another smile at me with a ‘oh really?’ look placed on his face. I giggled lightly in response. Wait, was I flirting? I had to leave. I couldn’t even consider a relationship with the training camp I would be in soon.
Derek was slowly backing up, “Well, I’ll see you again, won’t I?”
I shrugged, “Maybe.” Derek cocked his head at me. His eyes dancing as if he were a lion and I were his prey.
“You are a little brat, aren’t you?” I cracked a mischievous smile at him. I was a bit off guard from his comment, but I tried to not let it show. He crossed his arms as he looked down at me.
“Bye, Derek.” I turned around, tearing my gaze from his. I could feel his eyes watching me as I walked to the front of the grocery store.
“See you soon, Dakota.” I heard behind me.