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Title: The Denebian Princess
Characters:
Brandon Achernar - 32yo Insurance Salesman
Trina Ensarus - 25yo Star Explorer
All characters played by liljennie and Miki Yamuri
Scene: At the Star-line counter waiting to buy a ticket
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~~ Prologue ~~
"Here you are then, Mr. Archer," said the travel agent.
"It's Achernar, actually," said Brandon.
"Achernar," she corrected herself. "Sorry. Anyway, this is your ticket." She slid a golden securi-card toward him. "One fare aboard the Denebian Princess, most luxurious star-liner in space, for a three-week cruise around the Sagittarius Arm of the Milky Way. You'll see all the sights. The ship's like a planet all its own. It's got everything. Have a great vacation!"
"Thanks, Ms. Antlia," Brandon said. "I'm really looking forward to this. It's been too long since I've had a chance to relax."
"They work you hard, selling, what was it, insurance?" she asked.
"Oh, there's some stress, I'll admit. But nothing I can't handle. I'm just ready for a break."
"Well, a break is exactly what you'll get, Mr. Archer. Enjoy!"
Taking his ticket, Brandon stood up and said, "Achernar, but thank you!" He smiled and walked out of the office.
Ms. Antlia poured herself a glass of blue Rigellian sherry and sipped it as she finished entering her latest customer's data into the system. "Oops," she said as she knocked a stack of identity cards over. "Now, which one was his? Oh, here it is," she said, picking them up and shuffling through them until she found what she thought was the right one. Ms. Anita was feeling very tipsy as she looked at the card she had lain before her. She typed in for sex: Female and for age she put in three year old Infant. She had already pushed the enter key on her terminal before she realized that the Identity card she had before her, was for a baby girl of 3 years old ... still in diapers. Try as she did, she couldn't recall the data to correct it. It had already been transmitted to the Computers on board the Star-liner.
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~~ Boarding Mistake ~~
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Trina Ensarus had just turned 25 and was one of the new breed of explorers. She had just graduated from the Academy of Sciences and was itching to travel to her very first off world colony. She hoped Arcturus was exciting as they had said it would be. She really wanted to see the Fire Falls and the hydrogen trees that grew near by. It was said that each of the bubbles of the tree would float freely if released from the trunk ... although they were highly explosive and flammable.
She looked down the ramp at several of the other passengers as they were boarding. Trina wished they would hurry, but knew things were probably going as fast as they could. Brandon was also walking up the glittering silvery ramp and getting in line to board the cruise liner, looking around him at the crystal spheres and steel lines of the Zeta Reticuli 3 spaceport. He was distracted when he saw a beautiful petite blonde ahead of him in line, seemingly traveling alone. He would have to try to introduce himself to her later, once they were under way.
Once his ticket had been scanned, one of the cruise ship hosts -- a humanoid robot, like every employee of the gigantic, totally-mechanized star-liner -- took him aside, along with about a dozen of his fellow passengers. "Welcome to the Denebian Princess," said the android in a happy-sounding voice. "We will do everything to ensure that your cruise is a pleasant experience and will provide for your every need. But first, a few introductory words."
Brandon glanced at the young woman he had seen, but blushed when she noticed and looked back at him. Their eyes met. He looked away, embarrassed. The robot was saying, "released from your suspended animation pod once we have made the jump to hyperspace and are under way. You will then be shown to your quarters by myself or one of the other staff."
Trina looked around the advanced Star-liner. This was the most technological Ship in the inventory. It had Hyper Velocity and many advancements in Cryo-suspension and Hyberculum sleep chambers in the galaxy. As she glanced around, her eyes fell on a rather handsome older gentleman who was looking at her with soft, beautiful puppy dog eyes. Trina couldn't help herself as her eyes and his locked. A tingle ran through her as he turned away ... with a seriously red face. Trina giggled to herself as she knew she just had to meet this person. She was sure he would be a great traveling companion.
As the Robot finally finished droning on about the endless minutia ... Trina and the other passengers were escorted off to the hyberculum tubes for insertion. She was stripped down to her panties and bra, had many kinds of wires attached to her vital places, then placed in the tube with her arms folded across her tummy. The last thing she remembered, was the robot telling her to have sweet dreams.There is this really cold something seemingly invading her body from where the wires are attached ... then she opens her eyes and the robot is removing them from her and helps her to sit up.
The Robot says softly, "Just relax, the effect will wear off in a few hours."
Trina had no will to resist as her bra and panties were removed and the robot cleaned her from face to feet and put her in a fresh pair of bikini panties. Trina saw the robot holding out a really cute, skin tight jump suit. Trina obediently steps in and the robot zips it up in back. Trina gasps softly at the wonderful sensation of its caresses softly take her body.
Meanwhile, Brandon had also been carefully stripped down to his underwear -- though he was confused when the robot looked at his briefs and said, "I'm sure those aren't properly absorbent." They attached small patches to his skin over his heart and on his head, near the temples, to monitor his vital signs. He lay down on a comfortable padded couch and folded his arms in front of him as the robots instructed, and then they slid him into the well-lit glass tube in which he was to hibernate for the jump to faster-than-light speed, which apparently was too much acceleration for the human body to survive without such protection. Robots, however, were built to be able to withstand the forces. The automatic system sealed the tube, Brandon felt cold for a moment ... the next thing he remembered, he was awake again, and the tube was sliding away ... or was the cushioned couch sliding out of the tube? He felt disoriented and confused, but they had told him that this would happen.
"Do not worry, little one, you will feel fine again soon. You're not even crying, there's a good girl."
Good girl? What was this? He was even more confused. Was this a hallucination? But soon they were dressing him, removing his sheer briefs and replacing them with something slightly thicker that seemed too white and pink to be right, some kind of underwear that fastened on the sides. "What is this?" he asked.
There were three androids dressing him. They were very strong, but also very gentle, seeming to take great care that he was comfortable. "Only the most advanced and comfortable diapers for you, Sweetheart," said one of his caretakers in a happy, smiling, feminine voice. "Don't worry, we know everything about making sure little girls like you are comfortable and well taken care of."
As she spoke, she and the other androids had covered what was apparently a diaper -- he hadn't worn one since he was a baby himself, so he didn't remember what they were like -- with a pair of white tights that fit like a second skin, with pink ruffles across the bottom, and a pretty pink and white dress with lots of frills. A pair of shiny pink soft booties were put on his feet, and matching mitts were put on his hands. Then he was lifted into some sort of vehicle made of a crystal-clear plastic, highlighted in white and pink with pictures of exotic alien animals. One of the androids swung a clear panel shut over his belly, and he could no longer stand up. But this seat he was in hovered two feet above the floor, and one of his caretakers pushed him down a hallway.
"Time for baby to see her room," she said.
"But I'm ... I'm not a ..." Brandon stammered, trying to put words together. He was still so dizzy from the hibernation.
"Oh, don't worry," the android said, "even with your mommy and daddy not here, you'll be perfectly safe." She put something into his mouth. It immediately changed form to fit his tongue and palate, and he found himself unable to spit it out, and his mittened hands were no help.
Trina is taken softly by the hand by the robot, and lead out into the hall. There are several other robots escorting dazed passengers to their new cabins for the remainder of the flight. The robot says in a very cute voice, "I will lead you to your room and tuck you in. The effect will wear off in a few hours. At that time, it will be meal time and we will come and show you the dining area."
Trina nods as she follows obediently. In her dazed state of mind, nothing made very much sense to her. Everything seemed like it was far off in some sort of dream. As they turned the corner, Trina saw a ... rather large baby girl being pushed the opposite direction in a hover stroller. Trina smiles at the baby as she slowly passes. Trina was sort of struck by the eyes. Somehow ... she knew them from somewhere ... and they looked full of fear. Trina comes up short and stops as she turns and watches the baby being pushed towards the Star-Liner's advanced and plush nursery section.
The robot leading Trina coos softly, "Yes, she was a very cute little baby, wasn't she?"
Trina's mind didn't really totally comprehend what her eyes showed her. Something didn't seem right ... although Trina was in no shape to think about it right now. The robot gently tugs on Trina's hand ... she obediently follows ... just like a little girl being led by her parents. The robot led Trina into a very opulent cabin and into the bedroom. The robot pulls the covers back and pats the mattress as she coos, "Now be a good girl and get into bed." Trina slipped in the bed, the robot tucked her in and turned out the light. Trina tried to think about what the problem was with that baby .... until sleep took her once again.
Brandon didn't know what to do but let the robots push him down the hallway. It hadn't helped when he thought he saw the beautiful young woman he'd seen earlier. He would have blushed brightly if he hadn't been so groggy and out of it due to the hibernation. Suddenly ... she was gone, led away by the hand by another robot, and he was turned into another corridor, which was white and brightly lit, the walls decorated with other exotic but cute alien creatures from many worlds. The hover-stroller stopped in front of a pastel pink door, which opened automatically to reveal a nursery.
It looked like a baby girl's room. Most of the floor was covered by a big pink play mat with bright colored toys all over it. There was a table with a padded surface and drawers, and there was a crib -- both of these obviously big enough for him. There were windows, too, with lovely white curtains with pale pink lace trim -- right now they were showing an image of a bright, sunny day over a garden, obviously artificial, as they were in hyperspace.
"All right now," said the android, "we'll just put you in bed for a little nap, and when you wake up you'll feel lots better, and you can play, and maybe have some nummy supper!"
The robot moved into the room, and the toys on the mat automatically moved out of her way. She released the side of the crib, which lowered smoothly, and released Brandon from the stroller, lifting him carefully and setting him down in the crib.
"Mmmb nmmmf nmmmd ..." Brandon tried to say, but the pacifier in his mouth wouldn't let him, and he couldn't get it out.
"No, no, baby, not time for talking, time for napping," said the android. "You get some rest, and I'll see you when you're back from dream land." Touching a button Brandon couldn't find, she caused the side of the crib to rise up smoothly and click into place. Brandon tried to make more noise, but couldn't make much, and soon there was soothing music playing from hidden speakers, and he did feel really tired after his ordeal. Soon he was fast asleep. The android lowered the lights and quietly left her charge to her nap.
Trina slept fitfully. She couldnt get those eyes of the adorable ... but large baby she saw earlier, out of her mind. She knew ... she didn't know how she knew ... but she knew it had to be that handsome man she saw on the loading ramp at space dock. She walks to the desk next to the bed after finally waking, and opened her carry all and removed her Nano-Padd and logged into the local network. She began to do a passenger search ... after a bit of hacking to bypass ship's security AI.
None of the names of ID files gave her any kind of useful information on who the individual might have been or where they had taken them. The only thing she did discover ... is the clothing requirements for one three year old. They were keeping her in Nursery Room 111. She brought up a schematic map of the Liner's layout. The nursery section was just around the corner. Trina quickly gathered up her slippers and put them on her feet. She walks to a large panel in the wall and says, "Mirror."
Trina's eyes get large as she sees the skin tight, boy short outfit the ship Steward Robot had dressed her in. As she slowly twisted from side to side and realized this outfit was more ... revealing and attractive than she really wanted ... but from the stores requisitions of other female passengers ... most were dressed similarly. She brushes her long blond hair quickly to get the sleep out of it .. and proceeded down the hall to the nursery.
Brandon woke up from what seemed like a very strange dream. He dreamed that he had been dressed like a ... wait. It hadn't been a dream, he realized, and the first clue was the fact that he had a pacifier in his mouth that he couldn't easily spit out. The second clue was that he had padded mittens on his hands that he couldn't easily take off ... the third clue was the android nanny who was coming into the room just as he was waking up, crooning at him soothingly, "Good morning, sweetheart! Did baby have a nice nap? Is baby all rested and ready to play?"
Brendan tried to spit out his pacifier or tug on it with his mittened hands, but wasn't having much success. "Ohhh, baby must be hungry," said the android. Brendan shook his head no, but the android ignored this and reached for a panel in the wall, which opened to reveal a baby bottle. "This will fix you up right away," she said. "Nana's connected directly to the computer, and it'll send anything I ask it for."
"But I'm not --" were the only words Brandon was able to say in the scant seconds between when the android removed his pacifier and when she inserted the nipple of the baby bottle, and whatever was inside felt warm. He was actually quite hungry and thirsty, but his fear had been masking it. A drop of the liquid in the bottle made its way into his mouth and tasted very good -- perhaps it was tailored to his body chemistry?
Trina rounded the corner and saw the many individual playroom nurseries set up for any infants lucky enough to travel on the Line's Premiere Ship. No luxury or nicknack was overlooked in the care or happiness of the infant's in the robotic Nana's charges. Trina finally came to the room 111. She stands on her tippy toes and looked in the small square window in the door. She saw a Nana sitting in what looked like a very advanced rocking chair with a large female infant in her hands ... having lunch.
Trina pressed the enter pad beside the door. A green light quickly scanned over Trina before the door whooshed open. Trina walked quickly in. The baby looks around and sees her ... then began squirming and fidgeting and fussing loudly. All her words were garbled due to the Nana's proficiency in keeping the nipple in her mouth.
Trina says with a slight snicker in her voice, "Wh ... what's going on here Robot? Has it ever occurred to your AI ... that this infant is a bit too large for 3 years?
The Nana coo's softly, It doesn't matter how big a spices babies are ... We are perfectly able to care for them." Trina steps closer as Brandon becomes almost unruly. The Nana coos softly, "Aww. it seems baby is getting rowdy."
Trina's eyes get large as she says, "Stop ... immediately."
The Nana looks up with ... electronic surprise on her face as she replies in askance, "If ... baby is acting naughty ... protocol clearly states a swat on their bare thigh is in order."
Trina had to think fast. She finally blurted out, "There's no corporeal punishment permission on this infant's ID profile ... don't you dare lay a hand on her."
The robot quickly accesses the profile .... and true enough ... there was no corporeal punishment for this infant authorized by parental signature.
Brandon had heard a new voice and, looking around, recognized the beautiful young woman whom he had wanted to get to know -- but not like this! He had been drinking the baby formula because he didn't want to starve or get dehydrated, but he didn't want this person to see him in this predicament. He struggled and tried to hide his face. At the android's admonitions he lay still and just blushed with the bottle in his mouth. Perhaps he could pretend to be a real baby, the offspring of a larger-than-human species, so that when he finally got this obvious computer error straightened out, he could pretend that this had never happened and start over with her on the right foot.
Brandon just tried to drink from the baby bottle and appear calm, though inside he was as nervous as a Leporian rabbit-mouse in a room full of Renni-tu.
"There was an update in this child's records," said the android to the woman. "I had not downloaded it from the computer. The discrepancies have been resolved now, however. I assure you, there are no errors."
Trina snorts in frustration. Here she is ... on the most advanced star-liner in existence ... with the most sophisticated AI ever written ... and it doesn't have the common sense of a gnat. Trina brings out her Padd and plugs it into the port next to the door. Try as she might, she couldn't get the interface to save any data she was inputting. The encryption was such, that once the data had been entered for infants, no one could change it without approval of the Captain, First Officer, and the CEO of Babies of all Ages.
Trina stomps her foot, "Darn!" She looks at Brandon with real concern in her eyes, "I am doing my best to get you out of here. According to this, you are a baby girl of three earth years old and need special care. This Nana has been assigned as your personal care taker." About that time, the Nana bends slightly and pulls the front of Brandon's cute panties and check his diaper. The Advanced cloth had nanobot particles woven in. It automatically told all that a mother would need to know.
The Nana coos softly, "Aww, poor little girl aww constipated. Nana can fix that right away."
Trina really hated the WIFI connection aboard the ship. She knew is was fire walled and monitored heavily. She had to find a way to the main core so she could do a direct interface. The WIFI was no good and this connection didn't give access. When the young woman looked into Brandon's eyes, they lit up with hope. She knew his predicament was a mistake and was trying to help him! Maybe she'd talk some sense into this android, or go to the captain, or hack into the computers, or something. He wasn't in any discomfort exactly, but this was very embarrassing.
The android started to take an interest in his diaper. No, in fact, he hadn't used it, because he wasn't a baby. But sooner or later he was going to have to do something, because he was feeling the need to pee. It was some kind of high-tech polymer cloth, he could tell, probably with all kinds of sensors to measure his vital signs and relay to the computer exactly how much he excreted so the system could monitor his health. Maybe there were even nanobots in it too, to dismantle the molecules of harmful chemicals.
"Oh dear," said the robot, "Baby's diaper is still clean and dry. Well, she's not a little baby anymore, is she?" What it didn't say was that although older babies didn't wet and fill their diapers immediately after being fed like little babies did, this one's records said she wasn't potty trained, so if there wasn't anything in her diaper soon, the android nanny might have to assume she was ill and try to "help."
"Well, now that you're not hungry anymore," the android said, "let's take you where you can play with the other babies and be happy."
She easily picked Brandon up and carried him out the door, heading for the large playroom, where sounds of small children could be heard from down the hallway. Trina had to do something. He was such a hansom man ... and he made quite a cute baby too.
She snickers to herself as she says, "Keep yourself together. I'm going to see the captain or the first officer." Trina spins and walks up to the information panel made into the wall. She types in Captain's or First Officer's current location. The system immediately showed her the floor layout leading directly to the bridge. Trina ran all the way. When the door to the bridge whooshed open, her eyes became very large in surprise. There were ... no people on the bridge. In the very center of the bridge, was a large softly glowing round sphere with many control panels and strange blue holograms with data on them floating all around.
A very male, although electronic voice said, "Welcome to the bridge. Is there ... something I may do to make your voyage more comfortable?"
Meanwhile, Brandon's nanny bot set him down in a brightly-colored room full of babies of all shapes and sizes. He counted at least eight ... no, ten, species represented just now, and there were only about 20 babies in the room.
"Now, Brandy, play nice with the other babies, OK?" said his caretaker.
Brandon had the pacifier back in his mouth, so he couldn't say anything, and still had those mittens on his hands, so he couldn't take it out. He pretty much had no choice. Squirming because of his need to pee, he crawled over to some of the other babies, a cyan-colored Rigellian girl and a large gold-skinned Vegan boy, almost as large as Brandon himself. They were playing with a toy that involved colored lights and sounds appearing in the air.
Trina walks up to one of the keyboard interfaces and realizes they too were virtual holograms. She says off hand, not really expecting any kind meaningful response, "Well ... there's a problem with one of the infants."
The AI responds quickly with the sound of real emotion in its voice, "No! That's impossible. Do you have the name of the child ... or at least its room number?"
Trina replies, "Yes, it's the infant in Nursery Room 111 ... that individual ... isn't an infant, they are a grown man. Here, I took a picture of him while we were boarding."
A wide green beam flashed from the sphere and made a quick connection to her Padd. It looked over the photo in question.
It finally replies, "I'm sorry, young woman, but that individual is a grown man ... and the infant in question is a little girl of three. I see no correlation between your supposition and fact."
Trina yells out, "The data in the ID list is incorrect. It needs to be changed immediately."
The computer sat inert for a few seconds. For an advanced system like this one ... that was a total eternity. It finally responds slowly, "I have taken the matter into advisement."
Another beam shoots from the sphere and a hologram of a very cute little girl in a very short Babydoll dress and ruffled bottoms appeared. She giggles adorably as she blushes softly pink, She says in a very cute little girl's voice, "Hello ... I'm Sally. I tha executive Babydoll." She waves like any little girl of 3. She giggles again then says softly as she shuffles her feet, "There's nuffin we can do longs ur aww onna flight. Am sowwy. Tha infant safety protocols prevent it. We gotsa wait till ya getsa next stop at Infantus Colony."
She walks over to a table with a large map on top. The view changed angles and Trina realized it was a star chart. Sally continues, "Me n mommy will meet you at Denebian Prime. We fix it then. Until then ... jus bea baby n enjoy it." The hologram went away ... leaving Trina totally frustrated.
Brandon was really, really bored. This game was meant for children of toddler age, and it really didn't hold an adult's attention very well. He had never really been interested in babies or children -- obviously he had been one himself, but he had tried to grow up as quickly as he could, so he could join the fascinating world of adulthood -- or at least it had looked fascinating back then. Now, it was pretty humdrum, truth be told. He liked the numbers on his paycheck, but he never seemed to have time to enjoy the fruits of his labors. That was why he was taking this cruise, actually.
Now, here he was, among a group of babies and toddlers, and being treated like one of them -- like a girl, no less. Although, aside from the clothing, there wasn't much different from being treated like a boy -- boys and girls of this age weren't really very different. However, this hadn't been how he'd been hoping to spend this cruise -- in a baby dress, tights, and a diaper that was going to be wet any minute now. He didn't see a way to prevent that anymore. His bladder was full to the bursting point, and he couldn't hold on much longer. If there were any restrooms in this part of the ship, he didn't know where they were -- why would they show them to a baby in diapers? So, resignedly, he tried to relax and let go.
It was remarkably difficult. Years of controlling his bladder had gotten him into the habit of only emptying it out when there weren't any clothes in the way. But, he reasoned, there had been a time when he, like everyone else, had just let go whenever and wherever he was. It wasn't second nature -- it was first nature. All he had to do was imagine how it was for a real baby, and then he felt relief from his bladder and a warm, wet sensation in his diaper that quickly subsided. That was pretty odd, but he supposed that the water and chemical reclamation nanobots in the diaper's mesh were hard at work, separating the water molecules and converting the waste products into simpler chemicals. Not that babies ever thought about that, he supposed, but he didn't have much else to think about. It was hard for him to imagine the frame of mind an adult would have to be in to enjoy these toddler toys and games.
The ship's computer, of course, registered that he had wet his diaper, and knew exactly by how much. And thus, so did his android caretaker, within nanoseconds. "Good girl," she said, picking him up and rocking him in her strong arms. "We'll get you taken care of later. That diaper can hold a lot more, don't worry!"
She patted his behind gently and set him back down. He might have felt embarrassed at this display, but none of the other babies seemed to pay any attention. It wasn't anything different from how they were being treated, after all.
Trina walked back to the playroom and observed the twenty children at play. She knew one of them wasn't a baby at all, but there was nothing she could do about it now. It would be two weeks in hyperspace before they arrived at the next stop on the cruise. She began to think about what Sally had said .... to relax and enjoy being a baby. For two weeks ... she could take a vacation from Adulthood ... and be with him too. She smiles as she logs her Pad into her ID data and ... makes a modification.
Suddenly, as far as the ship's AI was concerned, she was now an adorable little baby girl of two ... and Brandon's sister. Before she could put her Padd away, a Nana had arrived and began taking her clothes off as she ushered Trina into the playroom and diapered her. Before Trina knew what happened, she was in an adorable Lady Bug top with matching bottoms ... was well diapered, had matching gloves on her hands ... and a large pacci in her mouth that made it impossible for her to talk. Nana sat her next to Brandon and coos, "Now, play nice."
Brandon had been halfheartedly playing with the "other" babies in the playroom when an android caretaker deposited another baby next to him. This was nothing new by now. They were always picking up the babies, checking their diapers, taking them away for changes, feedings or naps, and bringing them back. He himself had been taken away for a change and brought back here after wetting his diaper.
He suddenly had an odd feeling and gave the new baby a second look. This was a girl, a girl who looked somehow familiar -- no, it couldn't be. Could it? He was unconsciously staring at her, as his mind tried to process what he was seeing. Why would she be here, dressed and treated like that? With his pacifier filling his mouth, he couldn't ask her the questions that came all too readily to his mind, but he could look at her with a confused and rather sad expression. How had she ended up stuck in the same predicament as he?
Trina felt really embarrassed over the whole thing. She hadn't been dressed this way for many years ... not to mention being made to be totally helpless. She fumbled with the pacci in her mouth with her mittened hands. She was unable to grab the loop on the end because the thick durable, but soft lining of the mittens. As Trina fumbled, the fastener holding the strap around her head came loose and the pacci fell from her mouth.
She looks at it for just a second before she looks at Brandon and says softly, "Hi ... I'm Trina. She wiggles closer to Brandon as she takes hold of the strap holding his pacci in her teeth and pulled. The snap came loose and Trina held it by the dangling strap in her mouth. She spits it out. Trina says, "I can't do anything to prevent us from being babies until we reach our next stop. I was unable to modify the ID data within the infant Data Base ... but I could modify the adults and insure we are ... sisters??" She looks at Brandon with big shy eyes.
Brandon tried to get his pacifier out, but it had been customized to the shape of his mouth, so although it wasn't strapped in any longer, it wasn't going anywhere. Still, he could try. He tried to open his mouth wide and nudge it out from the side with his padded hands. Suddenly it popped loose and bounced on the soft fabric-covered floor. He almost couldn't believe it. He'd better say what he had to say quickly, before the androids noticed and put it back.
"Hi Trina, I'm Brandon, and there was some kind of computer mix-up -- I'm supposed to be on the Holiday Deck living the good life!" He looked at her. She was adorable, but in a cute baby sense, not an adult woman sense. "I'm an insurance salesman from Zeta Reticuli 3. I wanted a change of pace, but not like this!"
Trina giggles softly for just a second before she wiggles right up next to Brandon. She whispers softly, "You don't want to ... be my playmate and sister until we get to our next port? You know ... we really don't have a choice at this point." Brandon's eyes get huge, "We don't?" Trina shakes her head, "Nope. Not until the Line's President's Executive Secretary, Sally, arrives once we dock at Infantus Colony. You an me are little baby sisters and all the ship's gonna treat us that way until then." She sticks her tongue out at him in a cute way. Brandon just sat and stared at Trina for a long time.
Trina finally asks in a small voice, "You mean .. you don't wanna hava good time with me?" Trina gets to her feet and stands up. She does a slow pirouette before she sits back next to Brandon.
"But why?" Brandon asked her. "Why would you deliberately put yourself in the same -- situation -- that can't be undone until we get there?"
Just then, an android nanny came by and said, "Oh no, the two little baby sisters lost their pacifiers!" She picked them up and took them to a nearby cleaning station to sanitize them. They only had another minute to talk before their pacifiers were back in their mouths.
Trina explained, "It's like this ... there was some kind of data error on your ID file. Somehow, the place you went for your boarding access pass, entered bogus info in places. Those particular files are double protected and cannot be modified except by the President ... or her Executive Secretary ... Sally." The Nana returned, she leans over and checks Brandon. The Nana clucks, "Tisk Tisk ... seems little baby all constipated. Nana has a real fast fix for that."
As Nana carried Brandon to the changing station, she ran a medical diagnostic on his physical health. It showed Brandon was healthy ... although it recorded he hadn't poopied since the voyage began. The Nana removed Brandon's panties and diaper ... then turned him onto his tummy. Brandon's eyes get huge as he feels something slightly cold and greasy being pushed deeply into his bottom. Once, Twice, three times it happened. All Brandon could do while it happened, was gasp loudly and grunt.
Nana turns Brandon onto his back, then diapers him in a clean diaper. As she carries him off to feed him, she coos softly, "Now, sweet heart ... you won't have any problems going potty now. Should make baby feel real good too."
Another Nana came and repeated the same thing with Trina. Trina lay against the robots chest as she felt the warm wetness of the suppositories melting within her ... relieving her of the responsibility ... of using the bathroom like a big girl.
The robots placed their pacifiers, freshly cleaned, back in their mouths for now, and set them down to play again. "OK, little darlings," said one of them, "soon it will be time for your supper, and then sleepy time. Play nice for a few minutes and then we'll take you back to your room for num-nums."
Brandon tried to say something about being hungry but still not looking forward to this, but his pacifier garbled it into unintelligible sounds. The nearby babies were playing a game, happily rolling a ball back and forth, a ball that emitted soft music and changed colors whenever one of them touched it, and Trina had already joined in, smiling gleefully.
Wondering how Trina could be so joyful about this, Brandon crawled over across the soft floor padding to join in the game. He felt his insides churning, though, and a heavy feeling was starting to materialize in his abdomen. He was sure none of the other babies would think twice about what was about to happen, but it hadn't happened to him for decades. For the first time in many, many years ¦ Brandon had an involuntary poopie.
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