Published: February 2nd 2022, 10:03:28 am
So there I was being pushed out into the grand hallway strapped down into a big baby stroller and barely able to move an inch on my own. It's hard to imagine a starship built for 10-foot tall beings, but grand is as good a word as any to describe the massive well lit corridor of dark metal and doors. We walked down the hallway, him pushing me forward and making cooes and chitters of comfort. We passed several other creatures, a few giant green space martens like him, some creatures that looked like polecats, badgers, even stocky wolverines in various bright colors.
Several of them smiled and gave us a friendly wave. Some said a friendly hello, and several others looked at me with interest. Not derision, not ridicule, not even lascivity, just genuine interest.
Of course it was very embarrassing for me, and I wanted to cover myself up, but Daddy had made sure I was extra secure, probably so I couldn't hurt myself more, so I was forced to just endure their curious glances and smiles with no way to cover myself or my diaper.
"They've never seen one like you before," said Daddy, bending down to chitter in my ear when no one was near."Your planet had not been harvested. You're the first."
Some impression I must be making. They're gonna think humans all need diapers. And did he say harvested? That didn't sound good, though as bad off as Earth was at the moment, with the rapidly destabilizing climate, maybe we needed an intervention. I could just imagine that I had doomed humanity to a life of captivity in diapers. I certainly hoped that wasn't the case.
"Why do they look like our animals?" I asked Daddy, but I didn't get an answer. Evidently his translator was still off, but he knew I could understand him.
Eventually, through the twists and turns of the corridors, we found ourselves going through a large set of doors, and into a big hangar with several ships docked.
"This one should do," said Daddy, picking a small vessel seemingly at random. There was a panel on the wall and he tapped it a few times, and nodded down to me.
"See this little one? This is a live image of Homeworld coming into view."
I looked and saw that a large planet was indeed coming into view. We seemed to be reaching a geosynchronous orbit as we locked over a large continent. A large structure not far from us flashed red in the viewscreen, making it easier to see.
"That's the big elevator. We don't need to use that since you're just a pet. Your registration is all set in the system and you don't exactly need a passport of your own. Let's take one of these planetside for a while, my pet. I can't wait to introduce you to my family. My older brothers are going to be so envious!"
Older brothers?
As I was brought into the ship, the thought struck me. Daddy had older siblings. He's just a member of his family, not even the head of the family. And I was just his pet. How old even was he?
"Here we go," he chittered in excitement. We lifted off out of the hangar and headed straight down for the planet.
As we headed down toward the large continent, I saw that the cities looked different than ours. Instead of large sprawling urban developments, it was almost as if the buildings were built as part of large complexes. We lowered down to one which spanned a level, green area of land between ocean and mountain. And what a complex it was!
Bright white against the bright green of the land, a big wall, and symetrically placed structures. The complex almost reminded me of a temple complex from India or Southeast Asia. It must have covered the area of disneyland, or about half the size of Central Park in New York.
"Is this your city?" I asked him. Evidently the ship automatically translated my message to a form he could understand because he looked surprised, then chitter-laughed.
"City? No, little boy. This is my home!"
My eyes bugged out at that. His... home?!
"You're joking!"
"Did I stutter, young one?"
"How many 'homes' could there be on your planet, Daddy?"
"Oh, I'd say five thousand or so..."
"But you saw my home... If we had houses this size, we'd never fit the whole population on Earth!"
"Oh, I see," he laughed. "Yes, I did see your adorable little home, sweetie. You see the difference here is that everyone who lives on this planet is rich. We have population control measures in place because our wealth allowed us to build such large complexes and live, basically, forever."
"Oh... I see..." I said, staring off at the expanding landing pad as we approached. It was a struggle to absorb all this information.
"So... you live with your brothers... you... and, I assume, your parents.... Wait, h-how old are you exactly, Daddy?"
"About a hundred years old," he said, as if it were a completely normal number.
"A hundred years?!"
"Yeah!" he gave a nod. "I'll admit I'm not the oldest of my kind, but I'm considered an adult at least."
"I should hope so," I said, glad that he hadn't turned out to be some rich teenager who picked up a new pet on a whim. Wouldn't that just be the icing on the cake?
Daddy seemed to sense my unease and moved in to rub my diaper area gently.
"Note to self, humans need lots of nice rubbies to stay calm and relaxed. This little one appears to be pretty high strung, so we'll make sure you're nice and calm when we arrive."
To my surprise much of the sensation had already returned to my body, and my poor locked pee-pee was reacting. Unfortunately for me, he did nothing more than the gentle soothing rubs, leaving me a bit frustrated down there.
I was beginning to get thirsty as we descended, but unfortunately the little ship was not equipped with holographic replicators - it was just a transport vessel.
"Don't worry, kiddo. We'll get you a snack and something to drink when we touch down. Which should be in ... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... Okay, here we are kiddo. Time to meet the family!"
I gulped. Being introduced to his entire famil as his diapered pet. That was going to be awkward. Daddy, however, had the foresight to remove the possibility of any awkward conversation by effectively gagging me with a pacifier-like device.
"Babies don't talk," he said, with a smirk. "But if they're good, maybe they learn to talk later today." This was not helping matters in my diaper area, where my penis was trying desperately to expand. Why did I have to have this stupid fetish anyway? I had doomed myself to being his babied pet for life.
The landing was smoother than an airplane. More like coming down on an elevator really. And as we were lowered down on the lift, I was glad to see that there was not a giant welcoming committee waiting. Just a pair of sharply dressed - what looked like space otters - standing at attention.
"Welcome home, young Master ********, welcome home, Pet Spot," they said, in unison. "Your ride is waiting."