Nursery Planetoid #198374959 -- Planet: Earth, Inhabitance: Human, Exhibit: 031

It had been a long time since the Mothership came. Ellen couldn't really say how long it had been since she had last seen Earth or lived her old life. Her abducters didn't keep a calendar, or if they did they didn't think to share it with a baby. Sure, she wasn't actually a baby, but try telling that to them.

She thinks it might have been at least a month. Maybe. She had lost count of the days.

She was currently in her nursery. Sometimes her abducters would put her in a room with other humans, other times they left her by herself. The nursery had four walls, a floor and a ceiling. There were several podiums in the room that acted as furniture and would regularly shift and transform into whatever was needed at the time: a crib, changing table, toy-chest, etc. The floor had a light-grey carpet that reminded her of plastic grass in an Easter basket. She liked to think that her abducters had designed it off of real grass, like how a zoo's enclosure would try to emulate the natural habitat of whatever animal they kept in captivity.

She was naked except for a diaper fitted on her. It was not like any kind of diaper you could buy at a Walmart or Walgreens. It was very thick, the outside of the diaper made of a light-grey faux-leather. The inside was made of what felt light a memory-foam that absorbed the inside of the diaper. It sort of felt like she had a fine-leather couch strapped to her and while it made walking near-impossible, she begrudgingly admitted that it was comfortable.

Ellen scratched the back of her neck, her nails grazing over what felt like a metal node. It was grafted directly into her spine, having been surgically implanted there by her alien overlords while she was put to sleep, having woken up with it after she was ****.

In her mouth was a gag. She sucked on it whenever her abducters put it in her mouth, meaning that it was in her mouth whenever she wasn't eating anything. She admitted that she kind of liked it in her mouth, considering it was created to secrete artificial endorphins through the skin of their lips.

It wasn't like she could spit it out anyway, as the node in her neck made it physically impossible for her to remove it herself.

Whenever Ellen had encountered another **** human in her infantile prison, everyone there had an alien pacifier in their mouths and they couldn't talk to each other, but with clever body language and what could only be described as alien paper and markers their diabolical masters had given them to "play" with, it became clear that the nodes they implanted in them were more than a sci-fi accessory.

The nodes were essentially a mind-control chip. While it didn't control her thoughts (or at least she think it didn't), it did control her nervous system. It controlled her bodily functions on both a conscious and **** level. As long as it was attached to her, the aliens that kidnapped her could make her do whatever they wanted, and from what she had experienced, they wanted her to act like a baby.

Speaking of which, she felt a tingle in the back of her neck. Not unlike a phone set on vibrate, the node in her neck shook lightly, almost as if it was conducting a harmless jolt of electricity into her. She sucked on the pacifier harder as a flood of endorphins filled her brain as she felt another flooding much lower.

She was not sure if it was psychological conditioning or all of the technology built to her physiological needs, but she had come to compare the act of peeing to an orgasm. The diaper didn't swell or turn yellow like a regular diaper, but she felt warm pee soak into the memory-foam inside her diaper like a sponge.

The node shook again, this time causing a tingle to shoot down her back. Once the tingle hit her tailbone, it suddenly became hot. She felt poop exit her body into the diaper, the inner-foam shifting to accommodate the mess suddenly taking up space. She made a muffled grunting noise as she got on all fours, forcing a second load into her back seat as the node in her neck rewarded the bowel movement with an extra wave of good vibes for her brain.

When the last bit of mess left her, she fell on her tummy before rolling on her back. She felt the hot pee and solid mess stewing in her privates and she knew that once the high wore off, the enjoyment she felt wearing a dirty diaper will go along with it.