Wait where you are

This is all extremely weird but Amanda does not seem to mean you any harm. You don’t want to upset her and you do want to get out of this messy diaper so you wait patiently.

She soon turns back to you and peels your flight suit off, leaving you standing in only your full diaper. Next, she picks you up to lay you across the passenger seat with your legs hanging out the door.

While Peter attaches the baby capsule in the middle of the back seat, Amanda untapes your diaper and pulls it open between your legs. You cover your face, trying to convince yourself this isn't actually happening.

The baby wipes feel like sandpaper on your raw skin. "Ow" you can't stop yourself showing the pain.

"I'm sorry honey." Amanda tries to wipe more gently. "You have a pretty bad diaper rash. You must have been in that messy diaper for a long time." She steps away for a moment. "This will make you feel better." You feel her spreading some thick cream across your bottom. She is very thorough, getting it right up inside your butt crack and in every wrinkle of your balls.

Your legs are lifted into the air and when you are lowered you feel a clean diaper under your bottom. It feels significantly thicker than your previous diaper as it is pulled up between your thighs and fastened in place.

Taking your hands away from your face, You look down at your new diaper. It looks even puffer than it felt and is printed all over with cartoon animals, all wearing their own diapers.

"Does that feel better?" Amanda asks as she once again picks you up. She doesn't wait for an answer, taking you to the back of the craft and placing you gently into the capsule. She guides your arms though the straps and clicks them into the buckle between your legs. “This will keep you warm until we can find you some clothes.” She tucks a blanket around you.

“Thank you.” You say, trying to stay polite in the face of this bizarre treatment. “Could you bring what’s left of my ship with us. It has important data in it’s computer.”

“That thing we found him in?” Peter asks. “I guess we should bring it. It might have some clues about where his parents are.”

While your giant rescuers climb into the front, you test the straps. They hold you firmly in place, laying almost horizontally, looking up at the rear window. You try to release the buckle but find that you aren’t strong enough to push the button in.

The vehicle lifts off the ground. After pausing to pick up your cockpit, it glides above the trees. After you clear the forest, It moves closer to the ground and follows the contours of the landscape. By then you are feeling a familiar pressure on your bladder.

“Excuse me.” You call from the back. Unable to see if Peter and Amanda have heard, you contine. “Is it much further? I need to use the bathroom.” This time they both respond with laughter. It wasn’t cruel laughter. It was as though you had told a joke.

Your hand brushes against the soft plastic covering your crotch and you realise what the joke was. To them, you’re a baby. The idea that you’d need to stop to use the toilet is ridiculous. You are certainly as small as an infant compared to them and you were in a messy diaper when they found you.