Published: January 12th 2023, 7:32:07 am
The first contact took us all by surprise. Not because it happened, but because of *how* it happened.
“You have already lost.” The voice of a diapered, collared man on the lap of a gigantic furry green… space-weasel?
I’m sure you wouldn’t believe me if you had t seen it with your own eyes, but you were there when the message came on the air - and on every screen and radio, all at once. We all were.
“You are pets now,” is what they said. We are now under the protection of the Beringas clan, they said. They demanded a tribute. And then the screens went back to their regularly scheduled programming.
There was a moment of silence. Then pandemonium. People panicking. People saying it was a prank. People posting memes on social media. And me. Smiling. Chuckling while the people around me fell apart, as if it was all just some big cosmic joke.
Oh, don’t give me that look. You have to admit it was pretty funny. After all, you’re here too, aren’t you? Well, I just couldn’t get it out of my head. The image of that poor schmuck sitting on his *Daddy Alien’s* lap. It was, in a word. Hot as fuck. Am I right?
Don’t judge, we all have our reasons for being here. When the terms of the surrender became clear… I couldn’t help myself. I just had to know more. And since the *Aliens* weren’t giving much away, and since no one who got *near* their ships came back, I took the only course of action left. I hopped a government sponsored plane, and went to see for myself. Oh, and thank you for your service, comrade, hehe. I wonder if we’re going to have to wear diapers. I put one one already, just in case, see? I wonder if it will make them happy. I hope so. I, unhh, sorry, all this talk of what’s going to happen to us gets me so hot I just have to some times r-rubbb… y’know?
Look there he is now. Standing above all of us. We look like regiments the way they separated us out in groups like this. Could this really be one hundred million people?
Wow. Look at all those ships… wowwww.
I wish I could understand him. It just sounds like clicks and warbles to me. What’s that? Gnats? Eww! Get away from me I- oh god! One got in my ear! Get it out! Get out, you little bugger! Hold on… I can… I can *understand* him!
He sounds… sexy! Wow, I’m jealous of that guy who had him for a Daddy. Oh… he’s pointing toward that regiment in front. The troublemakers… oh my… they’re being diapered and restrained… they’re being lifted up into one of the ships! Oh, *I* see. They *actually* thought they could pull a fast one on them. Gues they’ll learn. Bon voyage! Go ahead and wave at them! I’ll bet they’re pets the next time we see them - *if* we see them.
Hey, pay attention in front! It’s nearly our turn. I can’t wait. Should I piddle my diapers *before* they pick me up or after? You don’t have to help me if you don’t want to, I was just making conversation. What? You’re not wearing a diaper? Well, I don’t think you’ll have much choice soon enough, or did you miss the videos the aliens started putting on social media? The ones with all those soldiers that tried to stop them on their knees in a diaper and begging for treats?
Oh well, enjoy your freedom of underwear while it lasts. I have a feeling we’re done with wearing our old style of clothing, whatever your style was, it’s over now. Our masters will decide how to dress us… hehe… unh… oh, there I go rubbing it again. I can’t help it. It feels so good and crinkly!
What? Into it? No way, I’m not getting turned on by the idea of being an alien’s diapered pet. Whatever gave you that idea?
Unhhhg… okay, you got me… I love this… but I know you do too. I can see that stiffy tenting out your pants. It’s easy to see because you’re not diapered… yet.
It’s our turn now! Are you ready? Hold my hand if you’re scared. I’ll see you on the other side…
A flash of green light, and… I find myself in a big blank space. It’s not white, it’s more just the color of… not yet. It seems as if it’s asking a question but I can’t begin to know how to answer. And then… oh! It’s one of them. Oh… how good… and he’s here for *me*!
“That’s a good pet. I see you came prepared. So rare for a pet to already know just what he needs. You must be very smart indeed, uh… what is your name anyway? Ah, I know! I’ll call you… Rover.” The large green-furred creature smiles and nods as he pats my head. That feels nice! He produces a thin color that looks to be made of something like silicone. Nice.
“It may look small but it’s nearly indestructible. This will mark you as a pet from now on until your master decides something else is more suitable.”
He smiles as the affixes the collar to my neck. It’s a kind smile.
“You will be a good pet,” he says, nodding, and I *feel* like a good pet. I’m practically wagging my imaginary tail, I’m so happy. Somehow. Those words make me feel *so good*!
“That will be the nanobots,” he says, chuckling. “Oh, yes, there’s one more thing we have to take care of.” His hand reaches down to cup the front of my diaper, making me gasp. It’s already soggy - when did that happen?
I whimper and whine as he gives me a devilish smile, licking his lips like he’s just had a treat. He produces something that is unmistakable.
“It’s this or castration, pet. Which do you choose?” I dare to tell him my answer out loud.
“It’s up to master.”
His eyes go wide for a moment, but he quickly recovers and he smiles.
“So the little pet *can* speak. And such lovely words, too. You won’t need much training at all, will you?”
I bow my head and look down. I could give him my answer but it would be redundant.
“Oh, you’re too cute. You’re staying with me.”