Daily Free-Write December 30, 2020

"You guysss! Stop treating me like a little kid!" Lance stomped the floor as his fellow astronauts-in-training gave him sympathetic looks. They had become accustomed to tantrums from their 'little buddy'

"Hey, Lance is out of his playpen again!" called Victor, taking a break from his space suit workout routine to wipe his forehead. 

"I think someone needs a nap," said Brent, grabbing Lance's hand and pulling him away from the group. 

"But why do I hafta take a nap?" whined Lance. "I wanna turn with the space suit!" 

"You know, Lance. Astronauts need naps too. They have to get really good at taking naps so they can be all rested up for their missions. You want to be a good astronaut don't you?"

"...yeah..." said Lance, pouting and looking at the ground with his most angry look as they walked down the long white corridor toward the crew quarters. He knew where this conversation was going, and he couldn't win.

"Then you're gonna take nap like a good little astronaut," Brent said with finality. He pressed a button on the wall and the hydraulic door to the crew quarters opened. 

There was Lance's crib. Lance still wasn't used to that. 

"At least let me sleep in a normal bed. It was bad enough when you guys made me sleep with a toddler rail. This is downright humiliating." 

Brent just shook his head and lowered the side rails. 

"Into the crib, with you, little space explorer. I don't want any more attitude from you." 

He stared Brent down and Brent stared right back. Finally Lance broke his gaze and huffed, starting to climb up onto the elevated mattress with a little boost from his crewmate. However, the moment Brent's hand touched the back of his gym shorts, he stopped the smaller man.

"Hollld on there, space cowboy! Looks like you need a pit stop. You're soaked!" 

Lance blushed. 

"H-how is that possible? I don't remember wetting..." 

But sure enough, when Brent pulled his shorts down for a closer inspection, it was obvious that he had wet. All his stars were gone!

"Hey, calm down, buckaroo. This is a good thing."

"I-it is?" 

"Sure it is!"  said Brent, with a smile. "Every astronaut has to wear those space pants in space. You're already so good at using yours, you don't even have to think about it! The rest of us are still struggling to go even a little bit." 

"Yeah? I- I guess I am pretty good at it..." said Lance, feeling a bit better.

"You sure are, kiddo. Now let's get you into a new pair, buddy. Get ready for lift off!" 

 Brent grabbed Lance under the armpits and lifted him up onto the changing table. He looked so cute on there in just a diaper and a gym shirt, his scrawny bare legs dangling off the side. He had been so hairy before, but those 'special vitamins' took care of that problem. Brent gave  a deep chuckle as he guided his little buddy down on his back and grabbed a fresh diaper off the changing table shelf. 

"Okay, bud. Let's get you all clean. Are there any accidents in the back I should know about?" 

Lance shook his head. 

"Oh yeah? We'll see about that..." Brent lifted Lance's legs and gave a dramatic sniff at the back of his thigh. "I dunno, buddy...." 

Lance giggled. "Stop, Brennnt! I'm tickly down there!" 

"Oh, are you?" asked Brent, smiling. "Is my little buddy tickly down there? Well we better train you to not be tickly down there because an alien could come tickle you and gobble you allllll up!" 

He began to tickle Lance all around the leg holes of his 'space pants' while still holding his ankles high in the air. All lance could do was twist and squirm as he laughed, completely at his crewmate's mercy. 

"Stop! Stahhhhhpppp!!!" 

Lance laughed so hard tears were in his eyes. 

"Okay, I'll stop. Now I think you really need a change, bud." 

Brent set lance's legs town on the table, bent, and untaped his soggy diapers. Luckily he knew to do it slowly because he could see a trickle of pee still leaving Lance's little penis when he opened the front. He paused a few seconds to let the yellow stream taper off and soak into the soft padding. He lowered the front the rest of the way and let the diaper lay open while he grabbed a few wipes. 

"Okay, kiddo, this is gonna be cold for just a sec." 

He laid the first wipe over his crewmate's little limp pecker. No hair down there anymore either. It certainly made cleaning him easier. Once that was done, he lifted Lance's legs and got to work on his butt, wiping all around and even in the crack before depositing the wipe in the diaper and balling it up. Finally, he lowered Lance's legs and finished wiping between his thighs, and all around his front. When he got to his balls and penis, he made sure to get it nice and clean so there wouldn't be any rash. Lance sucked in his breath at the touch of the cold wipes. 

"There we go, little buddy. All clean. Now are we ready for our fresh pair of space pants?"

Lance sighed. "Yeah, I guess so." 

"Oh, I don't know if you really want them. I mean if you don't wanna be an astronaut, then I guess you could just have your old boring undies back."

"No, I wanna be an astronaut!" said Lance, firmly. 

"Well, okay then, what do astronauts wear?"

"They wear space pants..." said Lance, crossing his arms and pouting again. 

"Yes they do! You're so smart, little guy." 

Brent set to diapering up his crewmate. As he was being diapered up, Lance thought about how strange this would have seemed only a month ago.

"Why are you guys always treatin me like a kid?" he asked.

"What do you mean, kiddo?" asked Brent. 

"Why is everyone always makin me take naps, and callin me names like little buddy, and cutting up my food for me? And how come I gotta watch all the other astronauts from a playpen? It's not fair! Nobody else has to!"

“You got picked for a very special program little buddy!" said Brent, picking up his diapered crewmate and carrying him over to the crib. 

"What program is that?"

"Well, you see, we want to colonize Venus and Mars, and that means we'll have to procreate when we're there, but taking care of a baby in space isn't very easy. No one's ever done it before and we certainly can't put one through astronaut training. That's where you come in." 

Lance felt a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach. "You mean I'm gonna be a... an astro-baby?" 

Brent chuckled. "You could put it like that. You'll be more than just a baby though. We also have... other needs. And you know if we're gonna procreate, we can't take those libido pills they use on other missions. So you're gonna help us out with that too!" 

"What?! But- But...."

"Tell ya what, kiddo..." Brent looked left and right. "It's been a while since I've let off any steam. If you help me out right now, maybe I can sneak you some big boy food at lunch..." 

Lance whimpered, but nodded. Then his eyes went wide as Brent pulled down his shorts, letting his rocket pop free from it's confines. It was huge. 

"Don't be surprised. They selected all of us for our physical attributes. You too. You were the perfect baby right down to your cute little peepee. Now, do you wanna help uncle Brent with your mouth or your bum bum?" 

Lance gulped and whimpered. This was going to be a very different mission what what he had imagined.