Chapter #6part 3 by: A4L   She said the word with a mixture of disbelief and horror. She had on pink fluffy booties and ....well all she could see was pink ruffled plastic pants but she could tell just by looking what lay underneath. Now that she could see, she couldn't believe she hadn't felt the bulk between her legs when she had pushed herself up into a sitting position.
She could hear crying and it was getting louder, it was only when she felt tears fall onto her exposed arms that she realized the crying was coming from her. She felt so out of control like she wasn't herself, like she was watching everything unfold from someone elses eyes. Surely this had to be a dream. Wake up wake up wake up....
The door to the room opened and a woman walked in, she was tall, no not tall she was a giant and immediately Sandra grabbed the blanket and tried to cover herself up, she wanted to hide under the blanket and hope this nightmare would go away, another part of her was glad to see the woman and wanted to be picked up and hugged. In the end Sandra managed to grab the blanket but just sat there holding it staring up, as the woman approached The woman looked almost Asian she had really sparklingly beautiful eyes slightly turned up at the corner, her hair was long and brown wavey similar to Sandras, that was until Sandra realized with even more alarm that her hair was now about an inch shorter than shoulder length and a much fairer shade of brown, almost bordering on mousy blond. Her fingers grabbed a few strands and tugged as if not believing it was her own hair. It was firmly attached
The woman bent over the bars of the cot, easily plucked Sandra up by the armpits as she was still tugging at her hair and propped Sandra over her shoulder, one hand supporting her by her very well padded bottom.
"Oh its no wonder your crying, someones got a soggy bum"
Sandra tried to squirm out of the ladys grasp but the strange woman was strong and after a few feeble attempts Sandra relaxed against the woman realizing struggling was futile, it was then that Sandra noticed the faint smell of something familiar the woman smelled of childhood or was it home cooking? It smelt familiar and alluring and...safe. Sandra suddenly didn't mind so much being up high held firmly by this woman. Sandra felt vulnerable yet relaxed. And at the same time deeply ashamed and embarrassed because even being drugged up it was obvious what was about to happen next. She was about to have her Diaper changed. But instead of heading to the changing table the woman headed over to the rocking chair and sat down She sat Sandra down on her lap and held both of Sandra hands in her own large hands and looked directly at Sandra her face deadly serious.
Sandra felt butterflies in her stomach the woman looked concerned and it made Sandra want to cry for some reason. She wished the woman would look happy.
"Sandy, I'm Anya, I'm your carer, some people come here and don't understand whats happening, I'm taught to let you figure things out on your own but I don't like seeing my charges scared and confused so I tell them all I can without being reprimanded myself. Can you understand me?"
Sandra had stopped crying once she had been picked up and she had listened to Anya, anyas voice had an almost Russian lilt to it...or was it Swedish? It sounded like she was unsure of some of the words she was using as if she was still learning English Sandra nodded to anyas question. Anya smiled a warm genuinely happy smile.
"Oh I am glad, sometimes the process really wrecks an individuals mind, still you're already a special case. I'm certainly glad I managed to win the position of looking after you. You're soo adorable. I'm sure we're going to get along great. But you don't have to be shy sweetie, you can talk if you want to"
Sandra felt foolish sitting here on this woman's lap wearing a rather cold uncomfortably heavy Diaper and a pair of thick pink booties, she didn't feel like herself and every so often would find herself being distracted by really simple things like the toys in the corner of the room, or her own foot, she should be feeling more scared than she was but Anya smelled safe this room felt familiar and the whole scenario still felt so much like a dream that she couldn't shake the mixed feelings of contentment and embarrassment. She opened her mouth not sure what to say, closed her mouth again, she felt stupid.
"what's going on?"
Anya clapped her hands excitedly at Sandra's sentence.
"Oh good you can communicate, that's excellent. I'm so relieved. You're such a clever girl arnt you, yes you are, yes you are"
Anya scooped Sandra up and hugged her tightly. Sandra squirmed feeling a mix of uncomfortableness and yet pride in herself. She was used to people praising her in an academic way but for some reason this giant womans patronizing congratulations at being able to say a simple sentence made her feel prouder of herself than she had done in years even if it was embarrassing
As she was being hugged Sandra felt Anya prodding her Diaper repeatedly.
"You really are soggy little one. I will explain as I change you okay"
Sandra blushed.
"I...I don't need Diapers . Really. I'm 28, was potty trained a long long time ago"
Sandra laughed nervously.
"Little one, if you didn't need Diaper the one you are wearing wouldn't be as soggy as it is now would it. There's no need to be embarrassed, little children need to wear them. You'll grow out of them soon enough"
"But I'm Not a child."
Saying that sentence seemed ridiculous considering her settings and apparel and Anya laughed in a light hearted manner stood up still holding Sandra and jiggled her up and down in much the same way a mother would try and rock a crying baby.
"shh now, it'll be over in a matter of moments, then we can get you dressed and get ready to go"
"Go where?"
Anya appeared not to have heard the question as she crossed over the room to the changing table and placed Sandra down on it gently. Sandra shivered at the sudden coldness of the plastic but it quickly warmed up underneath her. Anya quickly got to work stripping the ruffled plastic pants off and unpinning the drooping nappy. As she worked she talked.
"you are currently on board the ship Alexander its a light speed cruiser, not that you would know what that was, but we're heading back to the home world of Ixion. Its a star system quite a distance away, your people have yet to produce equipment that can sense the planet let alone travel to it. We have been in communication with your world and governments for about fifty years now and are working on a project which will benefit both our society's My people are dying from a carbon based disease that we have not managed to adapt to, yet your people although vastly inferior in terms of intelligence and longevity seem to have conquered this disease millenia ago."
Anya paused as she undid the last pin on the Diaper and tugged the terry toweling away from Sandra exposing her completely on the table.
Sandra immediately brought her hands down to try and protect what was left of her modesty feeling her face flush a deep crimson red
Anya dropped the used nappy into a cheerful looking nappy pail and pulled a thick white replacement from the shelf, She didn't seem to notice sandras embarrassment as she folded the Diaper and then continued the conversation as she cleaned Sandra up with baby wipes and liberally dusted her with talc.
"We have been taking humans of outstanding performance and adding a few of our genes to their genetic makeup. The genes fuse and create a hybrid. Sandy, You will help our people vanquish the disease that is ravaging our world, in return you have easily doubled your life span, have opened up new areas of your brain humans have not begun to utilize and will learn all about our world our people and our ways of life by living there for a large part of your new life. The more intelligent the person the younger in our life we start them off. We can pick what time line to start developing an individual. The younger they are the more experience they will earn. I'm sure that doesn't make sense to you but to become properly accustomed to our ways really takes a long time. My race does not reach adult hood until they are at least 70 years old in your time scale."
Sandra didn't really understand what she was being told, concentrating on a conversation was difficult when you were naked in front of a strange, although Sandra felt like she had always known Anya, like they were best friends or soul mates Anya continued talking.
"As your carer I have also been modified, I can understand you but others on the ship wont and you wont be able to understand them. I have been looking after you for four days already, in truth I didn't expect you to be aware yet for another couple of weeks, it usually takes humans a lot longer to adapt to our procedures."
Anya lifted Sandra and placed the thick white toweling under her, Sandra didn't struggle she'd come to the conclusion it was pointless. Anya fell silent for a moment as she concentrated on pinning the nappy on. Once the pins were in Anya continued.
"I know I'm not explaining myself very well, but its going to take a couple of months to get to my home planet, whilst on the journey you'll meet some more of the new girls and boys here, although none of them are as young as you we have a couple of preschoolers and a few slightly older children, a couple of them are already awake for we've had them on board for quite a while. I'm sure you'll make friends"
Sandra shook her head. "I don't want people seeing me like this. I look ridiculous"
Anya chuckled as she pulled a pair of clear plastic pants over the bulk of the Diaper and lifted Sandra up off the table.
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