Lost and Found (chapter 11: princesses up)

Good stuff, keep it up Very Happy

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Nope, not discontinued. just been busy...

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Chapter 4: Routine

As the days passed, a routine was eventually set up for the very likely soon-to-be-ex-astronaut. Every morning, Officer Michael Eaton was awakened by the beautiful Princess Christae Prisilla. She fed him some items that could only be described as frosted flakes from Earth.

Eventually he came to learn that Deonys was in fact very, very similar to planet earth, both in biological and terrestrial formations. However, he also found out that while the planet orbited faster around their sun (at least, in terms of actual speed), it had the same period for years, approximately 365 earth days. Their actual days are longer, he discovered within a few weeks, coming to about 26 earth hours long. After a few days, it wasn’t that hard to adjust. He came to understand that the planet itself was larger than earth, about 15% larger. This in turn meant additional gravity, and explained why his captor was able to so easily move him around, being used to the additional force it would take to control him.

Armed with all of this knowledge, he adjusted within three weeks. His typical day included learning the language of Deonys, which turned out to be grammatically similar to Cantonese, a language he had learned in college. Thankfully, however, it wasn’t tonal like Cantonese, and he was speaking basic phrases on the level of a six year old within two months.

And for about an hour or two afterwards, he researched planet history armed with a specially designed translator (which translated Deonese to English). This proved to make him happy, learning about how everything was governed on the planet, the wars, the culture… it all proved to be highly enjoyable for him to learn.

And after the four hours or so in the morning of learning, he settled down for a few hours watching television (which, surprisingly on this planet wasn’t holographic for all their other crazy inventions… Eaton still cringes at the thought of getting constipated again. Enemas work far better than a device designed to scoop poo out of your bottom). After a few months, he came to a realization that pop culture is the same everywhere.

By month three, however, the decision was made to inject nerve inhibiting drugs into his sphincter muscles concerning waste control. Each injection is good for three months, much to his dismay… there were far to many embarrassing situations where Eaton kept asking Christae to use the bathroom in public. Well, now he does.

Of course, he kept on wearing Christae’s clothes—they couldn’t really justify to the populace of the planet buying new clothes for an ambassador of another planet, even if he was unable to care for himself, when there were clothes that fit him just fine in the royal wardrobe. Although, the princess enjoyed dressing him up in her old clothes, that had a little impact as well, even if Eaton objected.

And before they had known it, four months had passed. Four months of a daily routine, four months of establishing that the Air Force Officer wasn’t insane or otherwise unable to manage himself.

Eventually, however, the time came for him to meet the king and queen of Deonys, despite the fact that he had been living in the same building as them for the past 4 months, with occasional treks outside.

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Officer Eaton sighed, as he laid under the impenetrable force field that covered his nighttime quarters. It’s what he called his prison at night, in order to save what little face he had. His caretaker had been doing just that—take care of him, to the point where he didn’t have to shave (in fact, she had coated most of his body in a liquid she said would remove hair for up to 3 years at a time… great.) It was a horrible blow to him, even if she did take really good care of him. And he had grown quite fond of the cuddling at night. Half the time he woke up in the mornings with no memory of how he ended up in his ‘quarters’.

The past month, however, he had been waking up either wet, soiled, or both. “Accursed injections…” he mumbled under his breath. He had messed last night. She kept him in disposables at night, at least. Day had just broken, and his captor would likely be in to release him within 10 minutes. She was fairly regular about that.

Other things had changed in the four months he’d been here. His hair grew like weeds—on base, he had to have his hair cut at least twice a week to keep it regulation length. Since he’d been here, it had grown to at least 4 inches long, and Christae loved doing his hair up like a little girl’s, thus making it impossible for him to get a haircut… although, he’d never admit it, but he enjoyed her playing with his hair sometimes.

And sure enough, as if on an invisible alarm clock, she strolled in and picked him up after de-energizing the field. Holding him close, she cuddled him, gently rubbing his back and supporting his diapered bottom. “Awwww…” She said. Since Eaton had been planetside, Christae had learned quite a bit of English.

Cooing at him, she gently patted his back and rubbed his bottom, much to Eaton’s displeasure—she was spreading the manure around in his diaper. “You poopied on yourself.” She said, heavily accented. “You need a change!” She lifted him up by his armpits and held him up and placed her nose right at his.

Her deep blue orbs stared directly into his. However, his eyes weren’t as loving as hers. In fact, they seemed to burn with hatred at the treatment this morning. “Yes.” He said, gritting through his teeth. “I Did.” His irritation was obvious. “Change me. NOW.”

Christae smiled, and held him close. “My, my, you are grumpy today.” She gently patted his rear again, as she laid him down on a changing table. She placed the translator on his ear as she turned hers on. Within 5 minutes, he was wearing a fresh diaper and was sitting on the table in nothing but a diaper.

“You didn’t have to spread it around, you know.” Christae smiled. “It was disgusting.” She didn’t really acknowledge what he said as she started searching for clothes. “I said I didn’t enjoy it.”

She popped back up with a frilly, dark red dress. It had loads of lace, and really was an extremely formal bit of clothing. “You’re wearing this today, you’re meeting my father, his highness.” She sighed, as she gently stroked his cheek. “It made it easier for me to clean up without getting any on my hands, hun. Please, let me take care of you. It’ll be easier on you.”

She dressed him quickly and professionally. She then picked him up and took him out the door. She took a left, and they were both gone to see the man who some thought was perhaps the most powerful (and by many accounts, the kindest) man in the known universe.
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awesome chapter.
one mistake i saw: Half the time he work up in the mornings with no memory of how he ended up in his ‘quarters’.
i think you mean woke. heh heh. anyways other then that i loved it.
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fixed.

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sorry man, didn't have time to post after I read it. I haven't been using my computer, so my time online has been limited for this past week...

anyways, another good addition with this chapter, I'm really glad you finally put some more up Smile

Keep it going!
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We don't need your hypocrisy
Execute real democracy
Post-industrial society
The unthinking majority
Anti-depressants
Controlling tools of your system
Making life more tolerable, Making life more tolerable
-The Unthinking Majority by Serj Tankian
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Proud member of the BLUE ARMY
FInish the fight against the Reds!

I live! as always, comments are appreciated.

so um... yeah, new chapter.
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Chapter 5: Confusion

The king looked over his desk. Speckled with important pieces of paper, he kept busy most of the day. Today, however, things began to lighten up after a few months of incredible loads of paperwork. The TriMillenial celebration had finally come to an end. His advisors were able to finally able to handle most of the small problems by themselves again, not having to worry about the festivities.

Of course, being the king, he rarely had the chance to do anything, being PART of the festivities at time. He was thankful that the finale ceremony was finished up last night. Whist he was thinking of all this, his personal assistant came up to him. “Your highness, the princess is at the wing entrance with the ambassador to Earth.”

The king looked over at him. “As much as I want to…” he straightened up the collar on his grey suit. “I’m not able to see her right now. Please, tell her to come back in about 4 hours.” He sighed. “There’s still a bit of paperwork to take care of before the day can really be finished.”

The assistant nodded. “As you wish, your majesty.”

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Princess Christae sighed, as she sat down in the chair stroking Officer Eaton’s growing hair. It bothered her a little bit that he would have short hair—it’s far too pretty to keep short like he seemed to like it.

“Please stop.” Michael blushed as his left eye twitched. He enjoyed it, but he wouldn’t let on. He was an Air Force Officer, not a doll.

She gently pulled his head back so he could see her smiling down at him. Letting his head go, she continued to stroke his hair. “You’ll get used to it. We don’t exactly have a way to return you to normal size… At least, no way that wouldn’t kill you in the process.”

Eaton groaned as a man in a black suit wearing dark sunglasses came out of a nearby door. The door locked behind the man. “He will be busy for at least four more hours, your highness.”

She sighed, as she lifted up her charge and held him over her shoulder, his short, lacy dress unable to hid his diaper as it had when he was being held on her lap. “Okay. I shall return in four hours, then.”

By this point, however, Eaton realized what was being shown. And he threw a fit. “LET ME DOWN! NOW! PLEASE! I CAN WALK!” His pleas fell on deaf ears, as he pounded her back. And so, they went back to their quarters for four short hours. A small dose of tranquilizers calmed Eaton easily.

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The king sighed, as he sat down. He had just gotten to his recreation quarters. It was a plush room, with plenty of space, and a wall of books. A few other small knick-knacks were scattered around the room, however, he turned his attention to none of them.

By now, he had gotten out of his suit and into some comfortable deep blue 2-piece pajamas. His personal assistant came over and bowed. “Your Highness, the princess is here to see you again.”

He nodded. “Send her in.” The assistant turned around and began to walk out of the door. “Terrance.” The assistant stopped, and turned around.

“Yes, your majesty?” He asked, curious as to why he’d be called while walking out of the room.

The king was more than happy to answer his curiosity. “When I’m not working, and when the public isn’t immediately available… Feel free to call me by name. You’re my equal, not my servant. Also, I know your family hasn’t seen too much of you recently. It’s not going to kill me to have to get my own drinks for a few days.” He smiled his gentle smile. “Take a couple days off once you lead my daughter in here. Be sure to express your thanks to your family for dealing with your absence for the past few weeks.”

Terrance smiled. “It is very appreciated, Revarne. I shall see you next week then.”

King Revarne smiled, as he gently waved goodbye. “Next week then, good friend.”

Fifteen minutes passed and Princess Christae and Officer Eaton came into the room. The smaller of the two was still a little dazed, although, quickly coming to. The taller set her charge down in a nearby chair. She then ran towards him.

“DADDY!” She screamed, as she hugged the king tightly. “Oh, it’s been so long since I could really talk to you!” She let go, and smiled her warm smile.

The king coughed a little, as he looked back at her. “Well, now… You’re enthusiastic.” He looked over at the little one who was now stirring. “However, I’m more interested in that.” He pointed at Eaton. “or more specifically, who?”

She smiled as she scrached the back of her head. “Well you see…”

“She had better be a baby you decided to look after because the mother is poor and unable to care for the child herself.” The king had jumped to a conclusion. Thankfully, being a father is the only thing that ever clouds his judgement.

“Um, that’s not the case fath…”

“WHAT?” The king, not having seen her daughter in almost 7 months was getting worked up. “Don’t tell me there’s already another heir! You had better be engaged or something!”

“FATHER, Calm down! It’s nothing of that sort!” Christae was now trying to defend herself. “You know I don’t have any suitors at the moment!”

“So this was a one night stand!?” The king rolled his eyes. “Oh dear me, oh dear…” He wiped his face. “The tabloids are going to have a field day… My daughter rolling up in my office with a baby girl…”

“Father!” She said, trying to calm him down.

“God, I hope that our PR department can handle this…”

“FATHER!” The princess screamed. “CALM DOWN!” She was huffing and puffing. After a few seconds, she regained her composure. “There is a rational explanation for this!”

The king looked at her with angered eyes. “Let’s hear it then.”

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Officer Eaton had finally shaken off the haze by the time that Christae had explained what was happening to King Revarne. The king shook his head. “I’m sorry I jumped to a conclusion, pumpkin.”

She sighed. “That’s okay.” She lifted Eaton up and carried him over to the king, who gently cradled the now fully conscious Eaton in his arms.

“This… is awkward.” The king simply smiled, as he looked at the princess.

He nodded in understanding. “So, the time is finally come.” He looked down at the shrunken man, and said: “it’s time for Revarne Wrega Gamox Ortegan Prisilla, King of Deonys, to tell the people of Earth that they are not alone…”
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Okay, I know I told you earlier, but I like this chapter. Not too much happened, but it was an excellent build up chapter, so I am really hoping the next one comes out soon Smile

I talk about any errors, but I know how you get lol
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We don't need your hypocrisy
Execute real democracy
Post-industrial society
The unthinking majority
Anti-depressants
Controlling tools of your system
Making life more tolerable, Making life more tolerable
-The Unthinking Majority by Serj Tankian
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Hehehe poor guy. Dressed up as a little kid where he's supposed to be an ambassador for earth Very Happy

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