You get into your ship and pull away just before the giant girl could snatch you. You let out a sigh of relief.
"GREETINGS CAPTAIN MATTHEWS. WELCOME BACK TO THE SHIP, " Chirped the onboard computer. "PLEASE REVIEW THE FOOTAGE MY EXTERNAL DRONES GATHERED.
You go pale as footage of the giant girl diapering you flickers on the mainscreen. Shit, you're going to have to erase that before the shi psends taht humiliating scene to your superiors back on earth. You start frantically typing at the key.
"PROGRAM RESET. RESET. CAPTAIN MATTHEWS. MATTHEWS... BABY." Wait what? the stupid computer must be reprogrammingbased on that footage. I'm going to need to input new data before.
"INITIATING, NANY MODE."
"Nanny mode-" beofre you finsh the sentence , robot arm pops out of a wall and shoves a pacifier in your mouth. Another pair lifts you our of your captains chair and carries you to a examination table, lying you on your back. Before you can get up, metal straps bind your arms and midsection, and more robo hands begins ripping your unifrm fron your body. Boots, socks, shirt, pants. You shake your head uselessly as one final hand snages the waistband of your boxer shorts, snatching them off. You are now completely naked and at the mercy of the ship's Nanny program. It takes your weight and a series of measurements, then the binds release you, only to flip you onto your stomach and strap you down again.
"MY WHAT A BIG BABY. NOW ITS TIME FOR YOUR TEMPERATURE." You look over your shoulder to see giant thermometer descend from the ceiling and plunge right into you pour anus. You whimper as its held there for several minutes. Eventually a timer dings and its pulled out. You are released from the table and a pair of ands carries you over to what looks like a giant cradle. It drops you down, binds you again while a robot hand lifts your ankles, raising your ass into the air. Another hand lays out a cloth diaper underneath you while another applies a generous sprinkling of baby powder before pinning the diaper up.
"NOW THAT BABY IS DIAPERED, LET S GET YOU DRESSED." The robot hands produce an infantile pair of footie PJs with duckies on them. The hands try to squeeze you into it, but it is far too small, and the program eventually gives up. Maybe you luck is changing.
"ACCORDING TO YOUR MEASUREMENTS, THIS IS THE ONLY CLOTHING THAT FITS YOU."You whimper into you pacifier as the hands tie and oversized, frilly pink baby bonnet onto your head. Beside taht in the diaper you are completely naked, trapped in a giant cradle. Just then you view monitor switches on.
"INCOMING TRANSMITION." Oh no, don't turn on now.
Suddenly you see a familiar face laughing at your humiliation
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