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Chapter 1: Saffron Cymbal


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The beautiful city of Saffron Cymbal on the coast of the state of Cauliflower sits next to the Saffron Cymbal Gulf, which is connected by a strait to the vast Tranquilic Ocean. The famous and picturesque Platinum Portal Bridge crosses the strait. Stories abound about weird people who flock to that city and follow incomprehensible lifestyles. Some of them walk naked along crowded public sidewalks and go to restaurants, churches, theatrical performances, and public lectures by distinguished scholars completely naked, or perhaps wearing only a necklace. An even weirder group is those who wear and wet diapers just because they enjoy it. They can be seen in some neighborhoods, preferring each others' company to that of normal people, although some of them get a thrill out of walking busy downtown streets clad in only a wet diaper, taking pleasure in the fact that most normal people now accept their equal right to go about their business in public. These "diaper lovers", as they are called, insist on being accorded the same rights as everyone else, and in recent years have even begun to say that adults who wear diapers should be allowed to marry!

But urbane people like me know that one must not judge the beautiful city of Saffron Cymbal by the fact that such weirdos congregate there. Many of the most influential people in the arts, in the sciences, and in business also live and work there. Once or twice in the past few decades I've visited that beautiful city and enjoyed its tourist attractions and restaurants. On those occasions I occasionally passed through neighborhoods where nudists and diaper lovers could be seen in public, and of course one remarks upon having seen such persons when one reminisces about visiting that city, but that's certainly not the essence of what a visit to Saffron Cymbal is about.

Now I am going to fly there to attend a convention at which my fellow scientists and I will present the our latest research findings to our colleagues. At one session I will speak on my findings concerning the nature of the wine molecule, and I will attend sessions where I will hear about how Dark Material, recently observed in the depths of the oceans of the Jovian moon Europa, contributed to the origins of life, and on many other fascinating topics.

Everyone knows how diaper lovers in Saffron Cymbal recruit people into their lifestyle. First they find someone who's desperate to pee and in danger of wetting themselves in public. Somehow they're very skilled at locating such people. They take advantage of their weakened condition to abduct them to their dungeons. Their squirming victims can't resist as they get stripped naked and forced into diapers. They are then put into restraints to prevent them from moving, other than the inevitable desperate squirming. Who can imagine what it must be like to be in such a situation? Obviously if the lose control and wet themselves, they will have no dignity left and will never be able to return to their lives. They must live for the rest of their lives as the slave of their abductor, wearing and wetting diapers and wetting their beds, and being taken out in public where their status and their wetness will be seen by all. While in their final squirming, they all know that no one has ever been known to escape once in such a position, although every one of them, understandably, attempts to do so. What must they be feeling, knowing that they're doomed but needing to try to free themselves?

Obviously I am in no danger of becoming one of those abductees. I don't go into those neighborhoods. Maybe I pass through on the bus from my hotel room to the convention center, and I see the phenomenon that is that odd culture, and wonder why it exists. I don't skip using the plumbing facilities until I am suffering embarrassing desperation. I have other things to busy myself with, so why do such people intrude themselves into my field of view?

One morning at the convention the discussions after the lecture get exceptionally intense, and various points of view are put forth that had never even occurred to me, concerning the

subtle and perplexing scientific questions that were the topic of the presentation. Among the refreshments freely available to those in attendance is diet Pepsi, and in the course of the several hours of discussion (no one ever thought it would go beyond ten minutes), I drink nine cans of that beverage. Professor Kilwan of M.I.T. is maintaining adamantly that the geometry of the red wine molecule is just what it had to be in order for life to appear in the universe in the first place. It is strange that anyone would think such a thing, let alone someone acknowledged by all to be such a brilliant scientist, and she is doing so by means of clever ideas the like of which I had never heard. I'm gasping for my mental breath trying to keep up with what she is saying. Who would have though that this would continue even into the late afternoon?

Finally, I am mentally exhausted. I excuse myself and stand up. I am startled when I feel a spurt of pee come out of me and flow down both legs, and I get even feel one of my socks getting wet. But still just a spurt. Looking down at my crotch as I walk into the hallway, I see that nothing is visible. I quickly walk toward the men's room. I get there and press the door open. I head toward the inner door a few feet away. It's locked! Then I notice that the other person standing there is a woman! What's she doing here? And she's dressed like some sort of weirdo such as would be seen only in Saffron Cymbal. And very very good-looking. But right now I can't think about that; I have to find the facilities and relieve myself. I reach for the handle to the outer door back into the hallway. But it's locked too! I look at the woman. "Hiiii!!!" she says, in a cooing seductive voice. I have no patience for that now; I have _urgent_ needs. Before I realize it she's put handcuffs on me. What???? Then she and another similar-looking woman are virtually dragging me into an elevator. Then we're heading to the sub-basement. "What do you think you're doing!!!" I demand. The second woman says in the calmest voice, as if she had not a care in the world, "Don't worry. We're taking you to our dungeon. You'll feel much better in a few minutes." Then I notice that both of them have diapers protruding above their waist bands. I look and see that their hips and bottoms look as if something thick is under their pants. I realize I'm getting abducted by diaper lovers trying to recruit me.

[to be continued, maybe??]

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