Lost and Found (chapter 11: princesses up)

Here's the deal... Yes, I know I'm putting out another story so shortly after I finished up my last one.

This one, however, is one I think I'll enjoy writing.

In fact, I wanted to get the other one finished before I put this one up. ^^;

Without further ado, 'Lost and found'
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Lost and Found

NASA has not had the best track record in safety—let’s face it. The mars lander… Apollo 13… two separate occasions where the shuttle failed. The track record is certainly not the best, nor is it what you would expect from what some would have at one time considered the finest space agency on the face of the planet.

So, when NASA started gloating about their most recent ‘success’, the hyperdimentional rift generator rev two, there were more than a few skeptics. While the first version had been a decided success, it had yet to transfer any living tissue large distances.

Revision two was supposed to fix the problem that left flesh behind, floating in space—oftentimes dead.

So, they tested it, and it worked. And again, there was another success. The go-ahead was given to human test the new generator.

As Michael Eaton stepped into the retrofitted Freedom Spaceshuttle (which itself had been used for nearly 5 years accident-free), he had no clue he was about to be the first major NASA failure in nearly 15 years…

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Officer Eaton sighed. He’d been adrift in space for almost 8 days now. The shuttle was almost out of power, even though a star was nearby. The solar panels were damaged in the jump. So damaged, in fact, that he’d been using MAGs (maximum absorbency garments) ever since he was stranded, because the shuttle was using about 85 % of its power to remain warm enough for human survival.

He knew the mission was risky from the get-go, which is why they only chanced a single officer being sent up.

And he knew that this was one of the worst case scenarios. He only hoped that someone could find him, and soon—he only had about 2 days of oxygen left.

A few more hours passed, and he decided that it was time for a new MAG. He quickly changed (the cold was too much to bear for naked skin) and came back out. By then, he was thinking to himself how lonely this was.

By this point, his homing beacon had been on for at least 7 days—he had to make repairs to the ship in order to get the beacon working. When he got back to the control console, It seemed brighter outside the ship.

He booted up his instrument panels and began to run diagnostics, making sure he wasn’t getting closer to the star he thought he was in stable orbit around. And then, all of a sudden, a jerking motion wrenched through the ship.

He turned on his radar, and to his surprise, there was a ship about 20 times his ship’s size directly behind him, on his high six! But, by then, it was too late—the ship was already grabbing the poor shuttle and dragging it in.

Once it was inside the docking bay, he saw the dock close, and heard the dock pressurize. Within a few minutes, a few people were walking around, and got a ladder to walk up to the shuttle—and what Michael saw stunned him—there was a person at least 4 times his size staring in the window at him. And at the same time, a saw was cutting out part of the Spaceshuttle right behind him! Within 2 minutes, he was firmly in the grasp of these creatures, who looked very, very human.

And while he was a veteran pilot, having fought in a few wars and many bombing campaigns… he simply passed out, this being too much for him to take.

***

Eaton sat up in a rush, breathing hard. As he struggled to normalize his breathing, he looked around as his surroundings. He was on a cot, albeit a soft one. And he had been covered up. Although, what he was wearing didn’t feel like a space suit. He looked around, but it was too dark to see. He did, however, see what looked like a lamp nearby.

He began feeling around it, and as soon as he hit the right spot, the lamp lit up. To his horror, he was dressed in what looked like a pair of light blue fleece footed PJs. He then realized something else… he was still in a MAG! It was unreal… He didn’t know what to do with himself. He started to try and move around, but found that the bed had some sort of field around it that prevented him from sticking anything more than his arms outside of the cot.

Michael started to do his best in order to control his rapid breathing. He had been a prisoner of war before, but this was an unknown torture to him. By the time the hominoid who pulled him out (appearantly a giant female) walked into the room, he had managed to calm down.

“Iero? Queson ur merko do?” She gently stroked his chin, and lifted him up. “Tero! Oen tero!” She popped some snaps on the bottom of his PJs, and much to the Air Force officer’s dismay, she slipped a couple of fingers under his MAG, in order to see if he was dry. After a couple of seconds she snaps it back up and gently rests him on her shoulder. She whispers in his ear gentle words. “Soito.. Coistantio…”

He looks at her bewildered. “What are you saying?” He had never heard such a language. She, however, understood him, and looked equally bewildered.

She reached behind her and picked up a small device that was sitting on the table behind her. Slipping it onto her captive’s ear, and spoke to him. At first, the officer heard her language, but then, heavily accented, the transmitter began speaking English in his ear: “You can speak?”

He nodded. “We have a lot of ‘speaking’ to do.”
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this is awesome!
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ooh, this looks like it'll shape up into quite an interesting piece. looks more along the lines of my favorite works of yours Wink

I'm expecting more lol
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Revolution, the only solution
The armed response of an entire nation
Revolution, the only solution
We've taken all your shit now it's time for restitution
The plan was mastered and called genocide
Took all the children and then we died
The few that remained were never found
All in a system of down
P.L.U.C.K. by System of a Down

Chapter 2: Surprises

Officer Eaton sat in his pajamas, in what he assumed was a MAG, on what could only be called a couch. It was soft, and about 10 times his size, it seemed. Sitting all the way back on it, his feet almost reached the edge of the cushion.

The hominoid, who had just sat down, however, sat down just fine. She dressed very conservatively. However, even so, parts of her clothes shimmered in the light. She was dressed up a little, it would seem. Perhaps an ambassador’s clothes? In any case, they were different than what she was wearing when she woke him up, about an hour ago.

However, there was no denying her beauty. She wasn’t hard on the eyes at all. And when she brought him a glass of what appeared to be water, he took it. He looked at her suspiciously. She was the first to break the silence. “I have nothing to gain by doing anything to you. It’s just water.”

Even so, the officer took a whiff of the liquid. When he was satisfied it was water, he drank it down, being extremely thirsty. Once he polished off about half of the large glass, He sat it down. A little water was dribbling out of the side of his face, but he wiped it off on the fleece sleeve of his pajamas.

“You must have been thirsty, Officer... Aton?” The woman asked, looking down at some notes she had brought with her.

“It’s Eaton, and yes, I was.” The man replied. “However, I am a little… out of it at the moment. I want to know why I am wearing a MAG and what appears to be… powder blue pajamas. Furthermore, I want to know where I am.”

The woman sighed. “Mr. Eaton…”

“OFFICER Eaton, ma’am.”

“Officer Eaton,” the woman corrected herself, “I’m not quite sure what a MAG is, although, I do know that they are commonly called a diaper on your planet, based on the analysis of the hard drives and various computers on board your ship. As for your outerwear, it’s the only thing we had that would fit you.”

Eaton sighed. “Tell me this, then. It’s been on my mind. How tall are your people?”

The stately woman sighed and turned her head to the side. “Your craft neglected to add electromagnetic shielding around the warp core. As flesh tends to move, it can create subtle electromagnetic waves inside of slipspace, resulting in abnormalities forming in both the craft and its contents, including biological creatures, such as yourself.”

The man took a few seconds to take this in. Granted, he has a masters degree in astrophysics… however, this was a little more than he could take in. “Please, elaborate,” he said, waving his hand for the woman to continue.

“Basically, this means that an abnormality occurred when you might have made a movement inside of slipspace. If that’s the case, then… You’re lucky you didn’t come out the other side inside out.” The woman sighed.

“In plain English, please.” The irony of his statement was not lost on him, but there was really little other way to put it.

“You’ve shrunken to about one third of your original size, Officer Eaton.”

The woman’s words hit him like a sack of bricks. “I’m… the size of a toddler?!” The woman nodded. “Then why am I in… what you described as diapers?”

The woman smiled. “A simple misunderstanding, Officer Eaton. Since you were so small, and passed out soon after we extracted you, we assumed you were just a toddler. Also, there were those diapers you had on yourself. We assumed you needed them, as we found a spot for gastric relief on your ship, unused.”

He sat there for a few minutes, slightly bewildered. It definitely was a lot to take in, no doubt about that. He sat about explaining the garment, after about 10 minutes had passed. “The ship’s ability to produce electricity was… limited,” he explained. “I made the decision on my own to use the MAGs, or, diapers, as you called them, in order to use what little electricity I had for heat and life support functions.

“It’s not that I’m unable to control myself, you see. We use those at times when it’s inconvenient or impossible to get up to… expel bodily wastes.”

The woman nodded. “Listen, for now, we’re going to continue observing you. We don’t feel like you’re a threat, but even so—we have to be careful with you at the moment. At least until we feel like you’re stable.

“Until then, I’ll continue caring for you.” Eaton nodded, understanding the reasons why he was being treated like this.

“As far as the country is concerned at the moment, you’re an ambassador from earth in a critical medical state. We’ll try to return you and your space craft to earth once we feel you are able to make the trip.

“For now, I’m going to continue keeping you in these diapers and size-appropriate clothing. I’m not leaving you here by yourself, so I’m taking you with me if I have to go anywhere.”

Eaton nodded. As she moved to pick him up, he motioned for her to stop. She did, and sat back down. “I just have one more question for this particular session,” Eaton stated. “Just who are you?”

The woman smiled. “I am Christae Eoto Santela Mopresne Prisilla, First in line to the throne of the planet Deonys, and current ambassador to the planet Earth, it would seem.”

Officer Michael Eaton stared at her, as the woman picked him up, and carried him out of the room, and down the hall to the room he had originally been in.
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well this is once of the best Sci-fi/ DL/TB story i have ever read. ^^
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Hot damn! And a princess to boot! I'm definitely looking forward to more of this bud. Good luck and keep up the awesome work Smile

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this is really cool Cool

it's the kind of story i LOVE to read about.
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Age : 22 Joined : 19 Jan 2006 Posts : 31

It's quite interestin, although if everything had shrunk with him his rationale is a little skewed - It'd have made more sense to remain suited up for EVA and allow the temperature to drop to below freezing levels, and then just heat up a single compartment when changing was necessitated Smile

Other than my inner geek speakin, it's rather original!

Anna--just to be clear, if you think about it, it was suppossed to be a short trip to test out the jump drive.

So, there may not have been any equipment for EVA on board.
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Chapter 3: Royalty

Michael Eaton was gently carried by Christae into down the hall. She had his head resting on her shoulder, supporting him with both arms. Eaton wondered why she was able to move him around so easily?

“Hm…” He said to himself. Maybe… I was pretty lightweight for my size before, he thought to himself. It’s possible that the shrinking kept everything in proportion, which would make me lighter than an average pudgy toddler. He was lost in thought as the two got to his quarters.

Christae gently sat him down on a table. And with that she began unbuttoning the crotch of his pajamas. Of course, to this Officer Eaton would protest. “STOP!” he yelled, moving to cover himself up. Christae batted his hands away and proceeded to slip a couple of fingers under his diaper to check. Accordingly, the astronaut grabbed her hand and tried to pull it away from his most private of areas.

The royal lifted him up quickly and slapped his padded behind. “Jeo! Sec pren vep cres qua sha ne!” She quickly fired off in her native language. The translator had stopped working. And because her words didn’t reach him, he was unable to understand her, and thusly, kept struggling.

Eventually, amid the alien tongue and English cursing, Christae grabbed up Eaton and bend him over her leg, and pulled down his diaper. A spanking then commenced. One slap, two slaps… they kept coming until she had tanned his bottom with at least 15 slaps.

Eaton wasn’t sure what hurt more—his pride or his bottom. He didn’t cry, though. His tears long since dried up, being a military man. “Pr-Why?” the translator cut her off as it crackled back to life. “Wh-ren?” It was intermittent. “Pren s-id you-feas-ight?”

Eaton looked oddly at her, in a state of shock. She was so loving just a few minutes ago. “Prensid youfeasight?”

Christae understood what happened right then and there. She took the translator off his ear as she gently pulled his diaper back up and refastened the snaps on his PJs. She looked regretful, as she pronounced the English word as best as she could. “So-re.” She placed him in the crib and closed it up. She slipped out the room. “I bee beck.” She said.

Eaton was confused. And then he sat down. Right there, he decided he made the worst choice of his life. He quickly changed position to lying down on his stomach. He winced as he rubbed his buttocks… He was humiliated. And in pain. But mostly humiliated.

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About fifteen minutes later, a regretful Christae walked in. Striding over to the crib, she dropped the side and lifted up the astronaut. She held him as she did before, and he struggled a little, understandably, due to the way she had done him just a little while before.

However, she had the strength advantage and started to gently rub his back. Eaton couldn’t explain it, but somehow, it calmed him down, to the point where he just couldn’t fight back any more. After he calmed down enough, she placed a new translator on his ear.

“The battery died, dear.” She said, gently to him. She then walked over to the chair, and sat down. She placed him in her lap, and wrapped her arms around him. “Please, I know your bottom is likely hurting, but listen to me, okay?” Eaton sighed. “I want you to listen to me. You need to start using your diapers. I can’t let you use the bathroom. If you want, I can have things done to you to prevent you from being able to hold your bodily functions, if that will make it easier for you.”

Eaton groaned. “Why can’t you let me use the restroom?” It seemed impossible in his mind.

Christae smiled gently. “We simply don’t have any bathrooms nearby that can accommodate a person of your size. Our customs are different. We don’t generally potty train our youths until they are about 12 or 13 years old. It’s easier on everybody, if not you, just to keep you in diapers just like a toddler on this planet.”

Eaton sat there shocked. “But… Look, can’t you modify the waste disposal unit on the shuttle?” He looked up at his captor. “Please, I don’t want to have to suffer this indignity!” This was the first bit of emotion he had shown all day—even the average Insugent keeping a US Soldier allowed those kinds of basic dignity.

She smiled, and gently hugged him. “You sure? I’m heir apparent. I’m not unaware of my attractiveness either, my little man.” She kissed him on his forehead, as he looked up at her. “I could have this done, easily. I’d rather, however, keep you close and fully under my control while we validate your stability for return to your own planet.”

“I am absolutely certain!” He said with authority in his voice. He did not want to show up on earth in diapers, wearing PJs or any other childish garb, and embarrass his country.

She gently stroked the fuzz on his head. “You’re absolutely certain?” She smiled again. “You’d give up having to take baths with me, sleeping with me on occasion, having my full attention at all times, and generally being around one of the most eligible women in the universe?”

“Er… um… that is…” he was at a loss for words. “Well, um… when you put it that way…” She gently smiled. “You’re a horribly manipulative bitch, you know that, right?” She gently stroked his tummy.

“I’m a princess. Get used to it.” She kissed his forehead, as she lifted him up and took him over to the same table, and began to undress him. “I’ll save the removal of your continence for another time… for now, let’s get a fresh diaper on you and some cream for your bottom. I know it’s gotta be hurting.”

As she finished pulling the PJs off of him, she undid the diaper which had some sort of babyish cartoon characters on it. As soon as it came off, the officer covered himself. As soon as he covered himself, she slapped his hands away. He winced in pain, as she had gotten his penis a little bit as well.

“Next time, don’t cover yourself. You’re gonna be in this situation a lot over the next five to twelve months.” As she lifted him up and pulled the unused (and slightly sweaty diaper) away from under him, she bawled it up and threw it into a receptacle. She then pulled out some cloth diapers and slid it under his bottom.

“Hey! They aren’t going to be as comfortable when I use em!” She smiled, as she continued, and placed some form of soothing cream on his bottom. It seemed as if infant care was the same on this planet as it was on his.

“Sorry, pumpkin, but I bet this will be softer on your hurting rear than those disposables will be.” She smiled. She powdered him up, and then fastened the thick diaper up. Soon, it was followed by a plain white cover.

Sitting him up, Christae slipped a light pink t-shirt on him. “Hey! I’m a boy!” She smiled, as she took the t-shirt off and folded it up gently. She placed it back into the dresser under the table. She pulled out a white t-shirt of about the same size, and pulled it over his head. “I guess this is better…” She then laid him back.

“Lift up your legs, hun.” She said. He did so. She slid something over top of them. Once he was halfway dressed and she lifted him up to his bare feet, she pulled them up all the way. It was only once they were on him he realized what they were—pink bib overalls.

The man sighed, as she ruffed up his hair a little. “These are all your old clothes, aren’t they?”

She smiled. “You’ll get used to it.” She gently rubbed the soft fur-like hair on his head. It was definitely gonna be a long day.
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I love the paet that she kept her old clothes, i like the way this is going. just wondering are all women that controling?
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Y'know, while I write for myself, I enjoy comments. =/

It's what keeps me going after I get 2 or 3 chapters done.

even if it's nothing more than to say you enjoyed the new chapter or to say you got lost on a certain area, that I could clear up for you.
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well, here's another comment for you:

NICE. I'm really enjoying this one, it might end up being my favorite story of yours, but we'll see of course... Abduction could be hard to beat Smile

can't wait to see more, and of course you write for yourself, it's the only way to write and write well. writing to please the masses doesn't help you one bit.
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zamm's little family:

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	Lil' sister person crime bacon (and super awesome friend): Nanami Amaya Little sister: Akiva bro's: fenrir, Khael, fozziepup, little foxy