Published: January 29th 2022, 11:24:57 am
Author's Note: Continuing with yesterday's alien space-theme, I decided to add onto a story I started two years ago only a month into my Patreon writing aventure! It was inspired by a couple posts from a great artist over on furaffinity, though the main character is human (or whatever you imagine him to be!). Here's part one from back then with a few minor alterations, as well as a brand new part two! Part three coming later today!
Daily Free-Write September 9, 2020: Alien’s Diapered Pet
"And where do little boys like you make cummies?" Bret asked, rubbing the front of my diaper.
"I-in their diapers..." I moaned. I loved it when he talked like this.
"That's right, baby boy. And you're going to make stickies in your diapees from now on. Because you're never getting out of them."
"Unh. Never ever?"
"Nope. You're going to wear and use diapers and make stickies in them from now on."
"Ohhhh yes. I'm gonna wear diapers from now on."
"Uh oh, is baby going to make stickies for me now?"
"Uh-huh." I nodded.
"Go ahead baby boy," he said, rubbing faster, "Be a good boy and make stickies in your diapees!"
I came so much into my diaper that it felt like I had wet myself. I had been saving up for two weeks to see Bret. And now that I had cum, I wanted to get the diaper off as soon as possible. But not before I came down from the mind-blowing orgasm.
"Oh god, Bret...that was..."
My voice trailed off as a green light filled the room. Something very bright was outside the window.
Bret ran out of the room and, presumably, hid, but I , like an idiot, opened the window and looked outside. Soon I was enveloped in that green light and gravity dropped away.
I came to in a white room on what appeared to be a large round pillow. Where was I? I looked down. I was in a fresh diaper.
"Hello?"
I heard a strange series of clicks and warbles, as a large furry creature approached. He was maybe 10 feet tall, and resembled a cross between a bear and a giant weasel, but he was bright green. It hurt my eyes.
"Wha- what are you? Are you speaking to me?"
Slowly the sounds changed and resolved in my mind to something approximating human speech. I could still hear the sounds it was actually making, but I could also understand.
"Hello, little one. How are you feeling?"
"I'm... a little confused. I don't know what happened...I was... where was I?"
"That's okay, baby boy. That's to be expected. But not to worry, you're safe with me. You're on a star ship, and we're headed back to homeworld."
"Home world? Star ship? This has got to be a joke!"
The creature reached down to pat my head.
"You'll see soon enough, my pet. Welcome to your new home."
The room resolved into what looked like a living room, but everything was slightly wrong. The doors and windows were random sizes. There was a carpet on the couch. There were mugs on the table that had no bottom. And I might have commented on this or the many other things that were wrong about this situation, but I had a more pressing issue.
"Uh...I'm not a pet, I'm a human. And I don't want to go to homeworld."
The creature crouched down to eye level and somehow managed a patronizing warble-click.
"No, human, you are a pet. You're my pet. And you're coming to homeworld."
I decided to try another tack.
"Well, can I at least get my clothes back?"
"You are in your clothes, little one. Your diapers! We observed your lifestyle carefully and we know that you have to wear and make stickies in your diapers from now on. You can't fool me, little boy. We heard what you said!"
"Oh, no, that was just play-talk. I don't really wear diapers all the time," I said.
"I'm sorry but I have to go now, little one. I'll be back to check on you later." He stood up and stepped in a direction that I couldn't follow and phased out of existence.
"Hey! Come back! I don't wear diapers you stupid alien!"
I tugged at the tapes and found they wouldn't budge. The plastic wouldn't tear either. This wasn't a normal diaper. I huffed and sat on the weird carpeted couch and put my head in my hands. What was I going to do?
Daily Free-Write January 28, 2022: Alien's Diapered Pet Pt. 2
Left in the weird imitation of an earth-home, I decided I should at least get comfortable for the journey, however long that would take. I lay there on the weird carpet-couch, but I couldn't get comfortable, so I returned to the large circular pillow on the floor to rest. And wait. And wait. And wait... The urge to urinate came eventually, and I searched in vain for a place to use the restroom. It looked like the approximation of one was in this weird space that my new alien owner had created for me, but the lid didn't lift. It was just for show.
I tried to hold it as long as I could, whining as my knees buckled and my hands clutched desperately at the seemingly indestructible padding. It was a valiant effort, but eventually, my bladder won out and I soaked my diaper, gasping as I felt the shame and relief of having a genuine accident in my diapers. The first real accident in my adult life. Even though I was alone, as near as I could tell, it was still humiliating. I didn't even have any clothes on to hide what had happened.
Once I was finished, I sat there for a while. Looking down at my diaper. I was somewhere in the galaxy (at least I assume it was still our galaxy), trapped in a hologram room on a spaceship headed to 'homeworld'. Wherever that was. Apparently I was a pet to this big furry green creature now. A creature who was convinced I needed diapers. Sounded like a fantasy come true. Only It wasn't so fantastic to live it.
This sucked. Wearing for a fetish was one thing. Not being unable to remove them was quite another. I still couldn't remove it on my own. I flopped back down on my floor-bed and let out a huff. That's when I heard the familiar click-warble of my captor.
"Hello, my adorable pet. I see we did need those diapers after all, didn't we?"
I snapped my head around to see the giant green bear-weasel smiling at me gently. My face grew hot with embarrassment and indignation.
"Oh, come on! You couldn't have come five minutes sooner? I held it as long as I could, but I couldn't take these ones off, so I had no choice but to use them."
"Oh dear, your face- it's changing color. Are you alright, little one?"
"My name is-"
"Baby boy. Little one. Little boy. Yes, we know all the names you go by. Your companion was quite fond of using them, wasn't he? It's a shame we couldn't grab him as well. Oh well, maybe next time."
"I'm. Not. A. Baby." I said, clenching my jaw to keep from yelling. "And I'm not your pet! I demand to be taken back to my home right this instant!"
The alien frowned and made a clicking sound that sounded a lot like a chiding 'tsk tsk tsk' that an earth person might make.
"I know... you're cranky because you haven't made stickies in your diapees yet."
"What?!"
"Aww, c'mere, little pet," said the giant, easily lifting me up in its big green arms. I yelped and clung to the creature for dear life as I was lifted to its height by its soft, powerful, and surprisingly warm arms. All the blood warming my cheeks had drained as I was carried high above the ground, but luckily it was only a few moments before it was sitting on the couch with me in its fuzzy green lap. It shifted around a bit, seeming to come to the same conclusion about the couch that I did, then it tilted its head, and the room instantly reconfigured itself to what I assumed a home looked like on its planet.
I wriggled and squirmed as we sank into a black leathery couch, but my captor was much too powerful to resist. In fact, it barely seemed to mind my struggles. it simply churred and cooed as it began to rub my belly while reaching down with its other paw to rub at the front of my diaper.
"There, there, little boy. You'll feel so much better once you make stickies in your diapers like a good little boy. Then we can feed you and water you, and put you down for a nice little nap. Yes we can!"
"I, unh! O-ohh! N- unh... w-wait, I'm... you don't underst- ohhh gods, that feels so good," I said as I was surrounded by his soft fur, like a warm fuzzy blanket. The warmth of the freshly soaked diaper and the big soft paws seemed to knead all my tension away. As strange and terrifying as this situation was, this creature managed to soothe me with pets and rubs that left me a puddle, practically drooling all over myself. And as he kneaded the front of my diaper, it felt unimaginably good. Pushing only gave way to more softness, as my hands slid through the silky soft fur, and so there was nothing I could do as he spoke into my ear. Soothing sounds that were part of no earth language I knew.
I could feel the relaxation coming over me like a powerful wave, tingling over my cheeks, around my shoulders, down my chest and back. And a warm, glowing fire growing between my legs as his hands did their work.
"Thaaaat's it, pet. Very good. You feel so much better when you get to make stickies in your diapers. Yes, you love your special cuddle time with Master. Yes, you do. You're so adorable, I don't think I ever want to stop doing this for you, cutie."
"I'm... nuh... mmm.... mmm....." my protests had died down to half mumbled words, and then they were must sounds of pleasure, and enjoyment as he gave me more of those wonderful pets. And as he continued his ministrations to my body, and especially the front of my diaper, the feeling between my legs got stronger. And yet his paws continued to work agonizingly slowly. I began to whine and thrust my hips a bit against his paw. This movement seemed to excite him and he picked up the pace with his rubbing. His vocalizations picked up and he began to breathe faster as well.
"Oh! Yes, I can see it's working! My pet is feeling even better now, aren't they?" I definitely knew my captor was a 'he' by now as I felt the bulge of his sheath under my diaper grow until I could feel something poking at the back of it. Apparently he was enjoying our little bonding time in more ways than one. Somehow that idea just seemed to push me closer to the edge.
"Please let this be a dream," I thought, as I gave up any attempt to hold back and began thrusting against his paw in earnest. He was now rapidly rocking his big paw over the front of my diaper, holding me in a warm embrace with the other arm. The back of my knees were breaking a sweat as I squeezed my eyes shut and breathed through my mouth. I knew I wouldn't be able to stop it now. I was going to unload into my diapers and it felt so good.
I felt the orgasm approaching, that familiar pleasure mixed with the anxiety and nervousness of experiencing such an intimate moment with a complete stranger, and the thought that this might really be the only way I get to cum from now on... all together it lead to the most incredible, toe curling, screaming orgasm of my entire life as I cried out, my muscles all tensing at once, and unloaded everything into the front of my diaper. Spurt after spurt of hot sticky cum. It felt like buckets even though I knew I had just cum before I was taken.
And then it was over, and I was catching my breath as this big space-creature held me in his arms, cooing and praising me for being such a good little diaper-spunker.
"Such a good little diaper spunker, yes you are. Great job, little one. Good boy."
When my mind finally began to clear, he set me down on my own two feet and sat there looking at me with an expectant smile. I felt self conscious standing there in front of him with no clothing on and I got that familiar feeling of wanting my diaper off right away. It never held the same appeal after I got off and in any other situation I'd be out of it by now.
"P-please, take it off. I don't want to wear it anymore, mister, uh..." As I stared at the creature in front of me, I noticed a finger of pink poking out of the sheath between his legs, and I quickly averted my eyes, blushing once more.
"My name is ********," he produced a series of indecipherable clicks and churrs, "but if you can't pronounce that, Master is fine."