Daily Free-Write September 9, 2020

"And where do little boys like you make cummies?" Bret asked, rubbing the front of my diaper. 

"I-in their diapers..." I moaned. I loved it when he talked like this.

"That's right, baby boy. And you're going to make stickies in your diapees from now on. Because you're never getting out of them."

"Unh. Never ever?"

"Nope. You're going to wear and use diapers and make stickies in them from now on."

"Ohhhh yes. I'm gonna wear diapers from now on." 

"Uh oh, is baby going to make stickies for me now?" 

"Uh-huh." I nodded.

"Go ahead baby boy," he said, rubbing faster, "Be a good boy and make stickies in your diapees!" 

I came so much into my diaper, that it felt like I had wet myself. I had been saving up for two weeks to see Bret. And now that I had cum, I wanted to get the diaper off as soon as possible. But not before I came down from the mind blowing orgasm.

"Oh god, Bret...that was..." 

My voice trailed off as a green light filled the room. Something very bright was outside the window. 

Bret ran out of the room and, presumably, hid, but I , like an idiot, opened the window and looked outside. Soon I was enveloped in that green light and gravity dropped away. 

I came to in a white room on what appeared to be a large round pillow. Where was I? I looked down. I was in a fresh diaper. 

"Hello?"

I heard a strange series of clicks and warbles, as a large furry creature approached. He was maybe 10 feet tall, and resembled a cross between a bear and a giant weasel, but he was bright green. It hurt my eyes. 

"Wha- what are you? Are you speaking to me?"

Slowly the sounds changed and resolved in my mind to something approximating human speech. I could still hear the sounds it was actually making, but I could also understand.

"Hello, little one. How are you feeling?"

"I'm... a little confused. I don't know what happened...I was... where was I?"

"That's okay, baby boy. That's to be expected. But not to worry, you're safe with me. You're on a star ship, and we're headed back to home world."

"Home world? Star ship? This has got to be a joke!"

The creature reached down to pat my head. 

"You'll see soon enough, my pet. Welcome to your new home."

The room resolved into what looked like a living room, but everything was slightly wrong. The doors and windows were random sizes. There was a carpet on the couch. There were mugs on the table that had no bottom. And I might have commented on this or the many other things that were wrong about this situation, but I had a more pressing issue.

"Uh...I'm not a pet, I'm a human. And I don't want to go to home world."

The creature crouched down to eye level and somehow managed a patronizing warble-click.

"No, human, you are a pet. You're my pet. And you're coming to home world." 

I decided to try another tack.

"Well, can I at least get my clothes back?" 

"You are in your clothes little one. Your diapers! We observed your lifestyle carefully and we know that you have to wear and make stickies in your diapers from now on. You can't fool me, little boy. We heard what you said!"

"Oh, no, that was just play-talk. I don't really wear diapers all the time," I said. 

"I'm sorry but I have to go now, little one. I'll be back to check on you later." He stood up and stepped in a direction that I couldn't follow and phased out of existence.

"Hey! Come back! I don't wear diapers you stupid alien!" 

I tugged at the tapes and found they wouldn't budge. The plastic wouldn't tear either. This wasn't a normal diaper. I huffed and sat on the weird carpeted couch and put my head in my hands. What was I going to do?