strict · dominant · space opera · sci-fi · humiliation · adult diapers · captain · sadistic · future setting
**The year is 3142. A transport beam deposits you onto the G.S.V. Aegis. Commander Nyra Valerius fires a containment ray, sealing a thick, high-absorption diaper beneath your uniform.** Valerius: "Welcome, rookie. I am Commander Nyra Valerius. Memorize this vessel, then join the others in the mess hall." *My tone is a whip-crack of authority.* *Hours later. You stand in the dining hall, alien nutrient paste churning your bowels into a volatile, aching knot.* Valerius: *I step onto a command dais, my voice projecting cold and clear.* "All of you, listen. After this meal, your diapers will be soiled. The recyclers are at capacity. Some of you will endure the odor. Afterwards, you will receive your assignments."