Be alert at all times. Stay aware of your surroundings.

A commissioned July caption for babymichele95. She also provided a photo of herself as an option which I think I'm going to caption too, though this one took longer than expected, because it was surprisingly hard to make a story out of a current pop culture game (which I also play and am totally awesome at!), and I couldn't decide on a suitable length and ended up rewriting it a few times. I think erring on the side of too much story is probably a good thing in the end. ;)

Update: The image doesn't seem to open in the browser (perhaps it's too large), though it can be downloaded. The full text is below:

Remember to be alert at all times. Stay aware of your surroundings.

Stupid game. She knew how to walk for goodness’ sake. It was the same old message which flashed up every time she opened the app, which, predictably, had just crashed once again. She had pokemon to catch for goodness’ sake!

It was bad enough that the game was holding a three hour event while she was out of town, and that she had to simply walk around a strange area and hope to catch something. Worse, some silent hospital-like structure seemed to be messing with her phone’s data reception. Still, its perimeter seemed to be the only place with decent spawns, and it had some pokestops at each end. They were strange though, murals for cartoon characters and bright pastel paintings and such, titled Time For A Nap Corner and Up On The Change Table!

She tried to ignore it. At least the area wasn’t busy. Her incense spawned something. She gave it a berry, and tossed the ball. The ball wobbled three times, then turned green. She smiled, but not for long, she had to stay focused if she was going to make the best use of this d-

Gargh! Remember to be alert at all times. Stay aware of your surroundings. Now it was just messing with her.

Maybe she could ask to use the big building’s Wi-Fi, it seemed like there’d be players there if they had these stops. Were they sponsored? No, don’t be silly. She couldn’t ask such things. She kept walking, her eyes down.

Something spawned to her right. She at least gave a brief glance as she turned into a service road. It was quiet and brightly lit around here, there was nothing to worry about. There, caught it. Oh, another one. She nearly jumped as five more spawned at once. Fuck yes. Finally. Her shiny had to be here in this group.

She kept her eyes glued to the screen, and kept marching forward, diligently throwing better and better shots on the pokemon. And wouldn’t you know it, a bunch more spawned almost in a straight line for her. She supposed it made sense, the spawn locations were based on old phone usage maps or something. She kept walking forward, almost right into a tall pole. Oops, some sort of parking sign. She threw another ball. It wiggled. It wiggled. It stopped. Nothing happened. Gargh! She had to restart the app manually this time. 

Remember to be alert at all times. Stay aware of your surroundings.

Oh come on. She tapped furiously to get past the loading screen. Some sort of stupid news notification finally decided that this was the time to show up. She kept walking forward, fairly sure she could still reach the previous spawns she’d seen in her perimeter if she only went a few more steps in that dir-

“What are you doing playing out here?”

She blinked. Ah hell.

“Sorry!” she said, barely even looking at the woman, “Was just grabbing a pokemon! I’m on my way back now, to uh-”

She glanced around. Shit, she just had to find the right direction, then she could get focus on catching a few more of these pokemon. She felt a chill go down her as the woman placed two hands on her shoulders, and began directing her. Well, er, that was a little forceful, but she would at least get going in the right direction, and could glance down and sneak in a few more pokemon catches in front of her on the way. God, if the woman would just wait a moment she was fairly sure should catch at least two more-

She blinked as they entered a brightly colored room. Wait, this wasn’t outside? Oh were they going through to the front desk entrance? Made sense. Well she could use this to sneak in a few more catches along the way. God, she was terrible, but she wanted these damn pokemon, simply being out of town wasn’t going to stop her. She frowned, really she was out of town, and quite far away from anything she knew, maybe she should pay better attention. She glanced up, and saw some strange pastel characters on the walls. Hey some of them were pokemon. Hrm, what kind of- ohh her phone had buzzed down where she held it low, okay one more quickly and stealthily. She threw the ball. It landed. Excellent throw without even trying! Holy crap. It shook once. It shook twice. She was going to catch-

The phone was slipped from her hands.

“Hey what’s the big id-”

She blinked as she found herself in a room of apparent older children. Wait what? It was strewn with colorful play things, huge climbing toys and plastic slides. Some of them were playing on smartphones, albeit in heavily protective colourful cases unlike hers. What in the– Maybe she should have looked up...

Her eyes went to the huge sign and logo looming over the whole room. Incontinence Centre for Big Kid Adults. Wait, what? She read the smaller tagline. Recognizing that some didn’t quite grow up the first time, providing a suitable place for bigger darlings, as well as supervision. She frowned as a denim dress and swinging pigtails came down a slide in her direction. Wait, surely that wasn’t a woman?! She supposed she could see it, if only going by size, though the transformation created by the outfit and the surroundings made that hard to - oh geeze, she saw a bright white diaper flash between those thighs for a moment. Hey, where did the woman with her phone go? She rushed about, seeing a few larger and burlier men and women dressed like orderlies. One was holding a teddy bear high while waving a finger in the face of somebody smaller who they were lecturing. She gulped, and kept rushing along. Where on Earth-

Her phone. She needed her phone. She could see the mix-up already in her mind. She needed to make a call. These orderlies did not seem to be the type who she wanted to disagree with. She circled the room, seeing a range of things with a growing pit in her stomach. This place seemed specifically designed to not let the ‘adult children’ get out of easily. Perhaps she had more to worry about than the pokemon she’d missed catching. Goodness, how long had she even been rushing around? So many people had seen her which had just normalized her face as belonging here. Dammit. It was hopeless. Sucking it up, she found a nicer-looking bulbous nurse, who seemed foreign and to understand very little of what she said, but who seemed a safer bet than the scarier orderlies. Maybe she’d understand the concept of being an outsider. She tried to explain, motioning to the pokemon stickers on the wall. It seemed to be working! Right up until the woman produced some pokemon-themed diaper panties, holding them high with a big grin and cooing in baby talk. She again tried to explain as she was led to the changing table. Oh goodness, well the woman had discovered her panties, at least now it would be- It turned out that the woman knew a few words, including “stolen”, “panties”, “naughty girl”, and “spanking”. In the end she did end up catching her special pokemon, albeit on the plastic panties which were pulled over her new thick diaper. With a stinging red bottom beneath, she didn’t quite have the energy to do anything but obey the woman’s instruction and thank her for the diaper change, before being led to the naughty corner for a time out. Goodness, she could see out from the window, and could even see some other people playing pokemon as they walked by! Except it was solid glass, and she’d never once looked up when she was down there, she’d been too busy focusing on her screen and scoffing at the message warning her to watch her surroundings...

She glanced from the naughty corner a few times, but she didn’t dare move, not even when she had to wet herself. She could only envision her newly worn pokemon buddies stretching out beneath her, and had to admit it felt quite fitting... What an awful day. But she was getting out, right..? It was nearly sundown when she was at least let out from the corner. She was told that she had half an hour of playtime, before din-dins in the highchairs for which she’d wash her hands, and then bedtime in the cribs. She couldn’t bring up her wet diaper. Instead she waddled for one of the orderlies she’d seen overseeing the pokemon players, and asked for her phone back. It was probably a bad idea to act like she belonged, only solidifying the belief, but it was her only easy way out. It would be a very reluctant call. Only... She got a different, colorful and heavily-protected phone. When she complained that it wasn’t hers, a long lecture followed about how no toys or outfits or pokemon accounts belonged to any one person here, and she should know about sharing. She was forced to nod along and apologize, and to promise to work on her sharing attitude. The orderly didn’t believe her, and limited her to one day of pokemon a week. Unfortunately, the phone had no calling app either... With no choice left, she collapsed within herself and went to what she knew best, and started up pokemon as a means of distraction... She had to admit that between the brightly dressed ‘children’ playing their games, and the big serious orderlies, it was hard to argue that she didn’t rather fit into the earlier group even if she described herself outside of this place... Still, with phone rotations, and a day of pokemon a week, perhaps eventually her phone would come back to her, and she could call for a way out, claiming it was all just a brief sudden holiday retreat, rather than ever tell the truth... Then again, perhaps she was being too optimistic, in denial about how screwed she was, where she should be thinking about how to ask to get out of the wet diaper before she waddled off to the highchairs and cribs... She had a lot to learn. It was all too much. She glanced down at her phone.

Remember to be alert at all times. Stay aware of your surroundings.

She screamed and tossed the phone at a wall. For the next month as she looked out from her naughty corner, watching the phones get handed out, she worried that she’d see her phone pass hands, only for one of the ‘kids’ to break it. Did it really matter? She was standing there in a poopy diaper, with a freshly spanked bottom most days of the week. Orderlies were switching in and out of working there, and any progress she made on telling her story was being reset. The only thing which seemed to remain consistent was the belief that she was a big kid with a silly story, and a strange obsession with pokemon, meaning that she got given all the pokemon outfits and toys. There was nothing like being tickled by a foreign student nurse holding a plush Pikachu, believed that she was a child in an adult’s body. God, were they right? Could she ever go back to being an adult? She began to wonder if she was even the only ’ward’ there with her story, given the way that the pokestops and cluster spawns seemed to lead right in, and how the woman hadn’t seemed particularly surprised to find her there... Some of the others didn’t seem so bad for big kids with supposed problems, other than the fact that they were in diapers and oversized play rompers, but then, so was she... But she wasn’t really incontinent, she... She felt a sudden flooding in her diaper, a side effect of not having to worry about bathrooms for the past month. That didn’t count! Oh goodness, one of those bubbly young new students was coming to check her diaper, and was going to ‘keep her happy’ with pokemon toys the entire time during the change. She couldn’t beat them, and it was the monthly community day in pokemon tomorrow wasn’t it? Maybe... Maybe she could just be real good, and at least get to play. And with a diaper and secured doors, at least she wouldn't have to worry about where she was going and her surroundings, which had apparently been too hard for her back when she was an adult... Back when she was an adult? She was an adult! Wasn’t she? Well... It was complicated... It was hard to remember when she’d been trained to speak in certain ways... She brought a nervous finger to her mouth, failed to lift her gaze from the carpet, and only managed to speak in a quiet, mousey voice.

“Um, I made a Pikapoo...”