Stargate: A Mission Unlike Any Other

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An idea I explained in My Blog. I hope it isn't too long for you before it gets into the interesting parts.

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I'm the leader of a team of travelers that use a classified technology to meet our objectives. Different teams have different objectives. Some teams are tasked with acquiring militarily valuable technology. Others are tasked with scouting resources to augment those available on Earth. My teams objective is to extend a friendly hand to previously contacted friendly civilizations.

The mission briefing on this particular outing was nothing extraordinary. The planet was inhabited by a similarly advanced humanoid population.

Stargate Mission Briefing: Planet P33P4n7s

The objective of this mission is to establish political and trading agreements with the majority government of the political entity based closest to the stargate. They are known as the Panalians. Two other major government entities exist but do not have direct access to the stargate. The Panalians grant access on a per request basis. The other governmental entities are the Draves and the Gummia. Little is known of these and learning of them is secondary.

Of particular interest is the fact that these people are possibly descended from transplants from Earth. Learning their history is vital to how humans were seeded throughout the galaxy.

Additionally, the Panalians posses a level of technology that excels in areas that our own technology is deficient. Notably, in areas of waste management and recycling processes. Their own technology is lacking in areas we mastered many years ago, such as heavy equipment and space-based communications.

As we prepared for our mission, I read the detailed mission briefs from the previous contact with the Panalians. Nothing written in the brief stood out but I was a little apprehensive about this mission. I couldn't put my finger on it then. Sometimes the mission operatives didn't put everything in the briefs for political reasons. I wanted to talk to the mission leader but he was off-planet. Sometimes a little person-to-person will give me an insight I didn't get from the written report.

My team, a civilian group of scientists and engineers, consists of myself, Dr Linda Dallen, Jim Brinks and Dr Ann Davis. I'm the least technical and least educated of my esteemed colleagues with only a BS degree in computer sciences. Dr Linda Dallen is a genius in her own right, trained in everything from physics to botany. Jim Brinks is a former astronaut and all-around whiz kid that can make MacGyver look inadequate. Dr Ann Davis is a real medical doctor as well has ancient history and languages.

As we prepared to step through the stargate, I hesitated and then stepped through. It never really gets normal to have your body broken down and reassembled. On the other side we were met by the Panalian delegation.

Minister Yong was the head of the delegation. She was about 5'5" with a floor length skirt and poofy blouse. A little cleavage was displayed but nothing extreme. Her dark brown hair framed her face and accentuated her ruby red lips. She smiled and greated us in their customary manner, outstretched arms brought into the chest, meaning that you are welcome into my home and my heart. Quite a nice gesture actually. I and my team reciprocated.

Minister Yong spoke to us, "Greetings to you and welcome to Panalia. May your stay be productive and mutally beneficial."

I responded, "Thanks be to you, Minister Yong and the people of Panalia. The people of Earth extend the hand of friendship and cooperation to you."

As we walked to the mass transit terminal, I noticed that everyone in Panalia wore very ornate and elaborate clothing. I would characterize their style as Victorian influence but I'm sure Dr Davis would correct me. We stood out like weeds in the flower garden. Everyone greeted us kindly and made no mention of our dress, which was basically military style BDU's in tan.

Minister Yong spoke to me while we waited for the transport. The mass transit consisted of a large train-like bus except it did not have wheels. It ran on a cushion of air like a hovercraft. She explained there are no personally owned vehicles in Panalia. Apparently, they never developed the same needs as the people of Earth. Panalia is unbelievably clean. No trash, not even a single gum wrapper. It was a relief to not see cigarette butts every where you turn.

My team and I were about to split up, I to negotiate with Minister Yong, Jim to go on a tour of the Panalian energy production facility, Dr Davis to a meeting with key health care leaders and Dr Dallen was going to do what she does best, look around and ask questions.

Minister Yong offered me a meal while we took a break from the discussion of items we could trade. It was a delicious dish, part salad, part potato, part desert. It was wonderfully filling with a delicate taste. Unfortunately, I'd had several glasses of the tangy juice of a fruit the Panalians prize for its flavor. I desperately needed to relieve myself. After looking around for a bit, it was becoming desperate to find some relief.

"Minister Yong," I started nervously, "Nature calls."

She smiled and shook her head, "I did not hear anything."

I said, "I drank a lot of juice."

She smiled again, "Yes, it is quite good. It causes great quantities of urine."

Ah, she did know what I was saying, "I need to relieve myself. Can you show me to a place I can..."

She smiled but did not understand, "Does your containment not handle this fluid?"

My containment? My bladder, is that what she was referring to?

I questioned her, "How do your people cope with disposal of urine?"

She had the look of understanding, "Our containment has no problem dealing with the production of urine. We dispose of it periodically in a recycling booth."

Ah, that was the key, a recycling booth. I just needed to find one. After all, the Panalians were master recyclers. Barring a recycling triangle to mark such a booth, it was time to ask.

"Minister Yong," I asked more urgently, "Where may I find a recycling booth?"

Minister Yong stood to escort me to a recycling booth. It was a short walk to a booth. She looked at me as I tried to figure out how the door opened.

"Oh, you do not posses an opener," she said, "Allow me."

The sealed door opened and I peered in, "There's no seat or plumbing. How does it work?"

She giggled, "We do not waste water with bodily waste recycling. You step in and, in your case, lower your trousers. The rest will be self evident."

The door closed and I unbuttoned my BDU bottoms and pulled my underwear down to my knees. A small table extended from behind but it did not have a hole in it. I was scanned by a machine and then was suddenly accosted by a mechanical contraption that resembled a die stamping machine in the shape of a human lower torso. It was soft and formed itself around me. As I was about to relieve myself, it retracted and left something on me.

I looked down in total shock. It had sealed my crotch into something. I touched it. It was very resilient. It was completely sealed around my waist. There was no way to get a finger under it. It was bonded to my flesh. Same for the legs. It was a translucent material and was apparently padded. It was then it dawned on me. I had just been put into a diaper!

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A soft music chime played and the door opened. Minister Yong turned to see me standing there. I blushed and pulled at my clothing.

Minister Yong looked at me with wide eyes, "Was there a problem?"

As I stood there in a diaper I grasped for the words, "YES! I needed to drain my bladder and now I'm wearing a diaper!"

Minister Yong turned away and asked me, "Would you please return your clothes to the normal position so we may discuss your issue?"

I pulled up my underwear over the diaper and then buttoned my BDUs. It was a snugger fit but still not too tight. I stepped out of the recycling booth and the door closed. I was now very aware that I still had to take a leak.

"Minister Yong," I started, "In our culture, we have restrooms where our people drain their bladders and bowels into receptacles for that purpose. What just happened?"

She shook her head, "I'm so sorry, Ambassador Jones. I was not aware your people still dealt with such issues. I just assumed a civilized society such as yours had already dispensed with the slavery of bodily functions. My apologies."

I questioned her, "So what did this thing do to me?"

She smiled and explained, "You were fitted with containment. That is all. You are now free from the tyranny of the bladder and bowels. Just as my people have done for a millennium."

Astounded, I asked, "Your entire planet has been wearing diapers for a thousand years?"

"These diapers, as you call them," she said as she patted hip, "are the latest in bio-disposal containment units. And yes, most of this planet wears them. It is much more sanitary than the antiquated practices of sharing elimination stations."

I shook my head, "Maybe I prefer it my way."

Minister Yong walked me back to the negotiation table, "Our people have achieved great things. We wear containment to spare us the need to interrupt our routine. Containment is now scheduled and non-disruptive. I have three scheduled containment sessions a day. It is quite efficient."

"The whole population wears diapers," I said half to myself, "Unbelievable. What if I don't want to wear one?"

Minister Yong looked at me, "That is not possible. We have no facility for your purposes and our society would frown upon the act of your relieving yourself in any other way. It is quite safe. No odor or wetness will escape the bond between you and your ... diaper."

By now my bladder was near bursting and I doubled over with a spasm. I shuddered and my self control was lost. I had just peed myself. It felt like it went on forever. Other than a little warmth, I didn't really feel wet though. It was quite a relief despite the somewhat embarrassing circumstances.

I looked at the minister, "I can't go home like this?"

Minister Yong looked at me with wry smile, "There is a discrete mode, used when two people wish to copulate, that will remove your containment, your diaper, so that you may return without one."

I thought out loud, "That's a relief!"

She continued, "Unfortunately, I must inform you that your companions will be taken to a recycling booth and fitted with containment as well. From now on, your visiting parties will be required to visit a recycling booth upon exiting the stargate."

The questions in my head completely derailed my thoughts of trade negotiations. This was a lot to absorb. I could only guess how Jim, Linda and Ann would take this off-world wrinkle.

Minister Yong explained, "After a thousand years, our people have no use for a bladder or a rectum. Our bodies naturally expel any waste as it is produced without holding it in. As children, we are told monster stories of bad children that urinate and defecate on themselves and the things around thing because they don't want containment."

She shuddered just thinking about it. I now realized why everyone wore such elaborate clothing, they didn't have to worry about going to the bathroom.

"So, how do you know when these things are in need of recycling?" I asked.

"They will not leak, regardless of contents," she said, "but there is an alert when it has reached a preferred level. A few beeps that can be felt in the hip bone will start at 80% rated at one beep per minute. At 100% rated, it will be three beeps per minute."

Just then my radio beeped with a call.

"Jones here, go!" I said.

"This is Dr Davis, I can't begin to explain what was just done to me." said the radio voice.

"Don't bother," I transmitted, "I know about it. Continue your mission if you can. Meet back at the gate as planned. Out."

Next Jim radioed in with his usual understated remarks, "Boss, do you know how astronauts go in a pressure suit?"

I smiled and radioed back to Jim, "Yes, and I'm guessing you know what containment means."

"Affirmative," crackled the radio, "Jim out."

Minister Yong and I tried to get back into trade talks but I couldn't ignore the extra bulge in my BDUs. I was not uncomfortable, just hyper-aware of my condition. She noticed my lack of attention.

"You are bothered by containment?" she questioned.

"Yes, Minister, I am," I said, "Only the very young, babies to about three years old wear diapers, containment. We are toilet trained at an early age to use a device that carries our waste away. We have them in our homes and throughout our public places."

She looked puzzled, "Does this training of toilet not cause much stress and confusion? It is natural to eliminate as it is produced. Holding it within your body can not be good for you?"

"Like your society," I told her, "It is just the way things are done on my world."

"If you would like to end the discussions now, I can take you to a place where you may have containment removed," said the minister.

"PLEASE!" was all I could say as I followed her out of the Ministry Building.

We walked down a well manicured lane to a large residential area. She turned into a gated lane and it opened for her as she approached. We walked up to the front door and it opened for her just as the gate had. I followed her in and she placed her hand on a control panel and lights came on and the door closed behind me.

"Do you need further elimination before the containment is removed," she questioned.

I thought about it a minute and tried to pee some more but it wasn't happening. I shook my head no and she directed me to a recycling booth.

"This is my home," she said, "I will adjust the booth for copulation mode so you may have your containment removed. Are you ready?"

I nodded and stepped into the booth. I dropped my BDUs and underwear. The two parts that extended, cupped around me and I felt a coolness as it removed my diaper. I think it washed me as well. It was actually quite refreshing. It receded and I was about to pull my underwear up when I realized it had completely removed all of my pubic hair!

The tone was playing and I quickly pulled my underwear and BDUs up. The door opened and I looked a Minister Yong. She was smiling at me with a mischievous stance.

"A man that doesn't wear containment," she said, "Please let me know if you need to relieve yourself. The only way to facilitate that is to temporarily use containment."

I nodded in acknowledgment as I posed a question, "I'm missing something. When the containment diaper was removed, all of my hair was gone."

She laughed, "I completely forgot about that. I'm sorry. Is that another taboo in your culture?"

I took a deep breath, "No, it is a matter of personal choice for most individuals. I just didn't expect it. When will you change your diaper... containment?"

She looked at me and nodded, "I was merely waiting for my guest to go first. If you will pardon me, I will now visit the booth."

I waited as she entered the booth. She was only in for, at most, 30 seconds. She exited and smiled. Something was different about her now. She motioned for me to follow her to another room, probably a kitchen.

"Would like a refreshment?" she asked, "Do you have beverages that induce euphoric feelings on your planet? We have a drink we call pleasant essence. It is quite enjoyable."

She poured two glasses of something that looked like red wine. She handed me one and took a sip of her own. I tasted it and found it quite pleasant. Almost a honey scent with a little bite to it.

"Not bad!" I said, "This is alcoholic in nature?"

She nodded and took another sip, "We are quite sensual and open minded in our society in many ways. Do your people couple for reasons other than procreation?"

"If the feelings are mutual," I started, "we do. Are you propositioning me, Minister Yong?"

"Please, call me Rannie," she said, "I, too, have changed my containment. It is a those that wish to copulate without the possibility of procreation. Will you join me in mutual pleasuring?"

Things had just taken an interesting twist. Rannie, Minister Yong, was coming on to me. Being a single guy, I was not opposed to a little off-world hanky-panky. I wasn't sure how I could do anything with her still in a diaper but I was more than willing to try. After all, Rannie was a very beautiful woman.

She took my hand and led me to another room. I thought it was a bedroom but I would later find out it was a sort of playroom. These Panalians really like to enjoy themselves.

When we entered, she waved a hand and the lights dimmed and the music came on. I'd describe it as classical flute. Quite soothing. Then she approached me and started to unbutton my shirt. When she had removed it, she turned her back to me and pulled her hair up to reveal the clasp of her blouse. I released it and pulled the zipper down to the small of her back. As I held one side, she turned and came out of it as she faced me. Her bra, while functional, was odd by our standards. It hooked over the shoulders like a hook and ran under the breasts to support them. There was nothing but gravity holding it on. She lifted it off and let it fall to the floor.

I stood staring at her pert, full breasts. I pulled her close to me and she unbuttoned my BDU bottoms. She was not familiar with them and fumbled a bit. We both giggled. As my pants fell to the floor, I was left in my underwear with a noticeable protrusion. I kissed her on the lips. She turned her head and looked at me.

"Is that a customary prelude of your people," she asked.

"That was a kiss," I told her, "Affection is displayed by pressing the lips together."

She continued and kissed me back, "See, we are learning more about each others culture already."

She exposed her side to me and a fastener for her skirt was pulled. The skirt fell away and she stepped out of it. At least the first layer. Then I released another of her under garments. Finally, I exposed her long, beautiful legs. She still wore a diaper, though.

She saw my puzzled look and whispered in my ear, "There's an inner sheath. Both of us will have full sensation. You will see."

She pushed me back against a far wall. There was a bar there and Rannie pulled on it. A saddle seat slowly extended from the wall, which she guided me to sit on. She reached up and grabbed something like a trapeze bar and lifted herself over me. With grace and dexterity of a dolphin, she wriggled her way down upon my now hairless crotch.

She was exactly right. The diaper sheath that lined her crevice was almost undetectable. She wrapped her legs around me and gyrated in all sorts of ways. It was all I could do to not lose my grip. She bucked and acted like a horse trying to throw a rider. I could feel her muscles tense around me. I put my hands on her diapered rear and squeezed her bottom. She looked at me as if she'd never felt that before. I think she liked it though.

"I like your customs!" she said, "Show me more of them."

I leaned forward and played my tongue across her nipples. She shuddered and I felt her muscles tense as she orgasmed again. I could take no more and lost control. I thrust deeply within her and climaxed. Her eyes opened, her mouth fell wide as she pulled me closer to her. I felt it grow warmer in my crotch. Did she just urinate during sex?

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Rannie and I were both exhausted. I leaned against the wall and she leaned her smooth, silky back against me. I ran my hand down her shoulder blade, followed the line of her spine and stopped at her waistband. I patted her behind. The material was responsive like flesh yet stretchy like rubber. She wiggled her rear at me to which I smacked her padded bottom. It was all quite interesting.

"Our cultures have much to learn about each other," I said, "And I hope to learn them all!"

Rannie smiled and growled, "Do all males on your world pleasure females this way?"

I laughed, "We have never compared ourselves like that. In this way, our culture is not quite as open. I must say, I think I like your cultures openness."

She kissed me, "I like this. We have no such custom among our people. Perhaps the Draves do this. They shun technology and live simple lives."

"Really? That's interesting," I said, "Is it religious in nature?"

Rannie shrugged her shoulders, still in my arms, "I have no idea. I've never been to the Draven territories. I have heard others say they live with ancient containment methods. They do not want visitors but they do tolerate visits from time to time."

"What of the people of Gummia?" I questioned, "What separates them from Panalia?"

She lay her head on my chest and sighed, "The Gummia culture is similar to ours. It differs mostly in form of government. We are a democracy. Every citizen may speak and be heard. Every citizen may vote. Gummia is a traditional theocracy. The religious leader is the head of state. Their belief book is the law of their land."

My eyes were open, "So, their religion is there government and their legal system? Interesting. Does it work for them? Such things have existed on our world from time to time."

"It is quite popular in Gummia," she said matter of factly, "Crime is unheard of in Gummia. Births are higher and containment garments are not automated in booths."

"Why is crime so low?" I posed, "Crime, I've been told, is hardly a problem here, either. What do they do differently?"

"Punishment is swift and strict!" she said, "I've heard that public spankings tend to deter theft, denial containment exchange is also effective against most anything."

At that, I pushed Rannie forward. Her bottom still pushed against my crotch. I crouched a bit and re-entered her from behind. She moaned with pleasure. I pulled her back up toward me and kissed her neck and caressed her breasts. She ground her rear into me. The feel of her containment diaper against my bare skin was such a rush. We wriggled and experienced each other again. She again peed her diaper during sex. It wasn't as surprising as before but still something that made me smile.

Afterwards, when I had cleaned up in a very strange shower without water, I asked her, "Do you have any sensation when your bodily fluids are voided?"

She grinned, "Yes, I'm aware but I really do not try to control it. There is no need with our diapers, as you call them. When I experience extacy, my bladder contracts. Did you not enjoy the sudden warmth?"

"It was quite interesting," I added, "I've never felt anything like it."

"Our bladders empty frequently during waking hours. It is normal," she said, "The bowels are less prone to void. Our normal diet causes one void approximately 30 minutes after a meal. Containment is very effective at keeping our skin healthy. From our earlier meal, I didn't change containment, or diaper, until we arrived here."

Wow, Rannie just told me she walked around with a load in her diaper since lunch. She was sitting part of that time. I shuddered to think of such things.

As we started to get prepared for my return through the gate, I asked her, "Does your diaper expand noticeably when you use it?"

She pulled my hand down to her crotch, "See for yourself. It absorbs the liquid and integrates it into the matrix of the material. Quite effective."

"Yes, indeed," I replied, "Am I going to have to visit the containment booth before I can go back out?"

Rannie nodded, "Sorry, but yes. It is the law."

"What would happen if I refused?" I asked, grinning.

With a very serious look, she answered, "You would be punished. Never joke of such things. Your first violation was overlooked due to our mutual discovery. No person may be in public without containment. Do you understand?"

"I was only kidding," I said with a smile, "I merely wanted to get a reaction. I did not mean to offend you or your people. I will, of course, wear a diaper to the stargate. By the way, how would I get a diaper off should I accidentally leave the places where a recycling booth is available?"

"Simple," she said, "It can be removed easily with recycling fluid along the waist and legs."

"OK, what is recycling fluid?" I asked.

"Recycling fluid is used as a solvent compound to break the diaper down," she said, "It is chemically reactive to the material of the diaper and is used in the recycling booth. I will give you a quantity of it. It comes in a gel that will not harm the skin."

I kissed her again as I walked to the recycling booth. She configured it and I walked into the booth. The door closed and I braced myself for the rediapering process. To my amazement, it was not an unpleasant experience. With someone like Rannie, I could stay here a while longer.

I stepped out with a translucent black diaper on. She patted my behind and handed me my clothes. She next entered the booth and exited with a solid red diaper. We bumped diapers together playfully and she dressed with my help. I had just as much helping her get back into her frilly, fancy clothes as I did getting her out of them.

We exited her living quarters and headed to the meeting point. The trip was all too short and my time with Rannie, Minister Yong, was almost over. I was not looking forward to leaving just yet.

At the meeting point, I joined back up with Jim, Ann and Linda. Each of us looked at each other and then dropped our eyes to each others crotch. I'd say that was the confirmation I needed to let me know we all had similiar experiences.

Linda leaned toward me and said to the small group of off-worlders, "I'm not sure how to put this in the briefing."

Jim laughed, "Well, NASA could sure use some of these. The ones we used were pretty sad."

Ann looked a little sheepish, "It IS kind of liberating. It could have been worse."

Minister Yong, the prim and proper politician again, show us the way to the recycling booth, "You may enter the recycling booth. I have set it for copulation mode so that you may return to your world as you arrived."

I entered the booth first, where my unused diaper was removed and my guys could breath again. Linda walked in and returned. Her rear was noticeably smaller now.

Jim followed her and exited with a grin, "The best thing about a diaper is taking it off!"

Ann looked at each of us and was blushing, she whispered into Minister Yong's ear. Both ladies smiled and Ann entered the booth. When she exited her BDUs were still tight. Jim winked and we both knew she changed rather than removed her diaper. Ann always was a bit different in many ways.

Linda dialed the gate and transmitted our code. Jim then Ann walked through. Linda left the dialer and head through as well. Feeling it would not appear proper, Minister Yong and I merely touched hands in the customary goodbye of her world. I stepped through the gate and before I even arrived home, I was already missing Rannie... and her special diapers!

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As I exited the stargate, the rest of my team walked out of the gate room and off to be debriefed, possibly Ann more than the rest of us since she still wore a diaper. But something was odd about this trip home. Usually the gate shuts down by now. I turned back to look at the stargate just in time to see Minister Yong step through and the gate shut down.

"RANNIE!" I yelled, "I mean, Minister Yong, you followed us?"

"My boldness has caused you trouble?" she questioned, "I am greatly sorry for any inconvenience I may have caused. I merely wanted to see more of your culture for myself. If you will return me through the portal, I will return immediately."

I walked back to Rannie and took her arm, "NO! I'm just surprised. You never hinted at this during the negotiations. You are, of course, welcome here."

The general, General Hammond, that ran the operation as it is mostly military, came on the loud speaker, "Mr Jones, I see we have an extra traveler."

I nodded and waited for him to walk to the gate room, "General Hammond, this is Minister Yong of the Panalian Cabinet. She wishes to see more of our world. I offered my services as a tour guide of our world, if you will allow it."

General Hammond smiled, "Welcome to the United States, Minister Yong. There are a few things we must do but I think you should be able to have a tour of our world. Mr Jones is an accomplished traveler."

I escorted Rannie to the medical floor. The doctor met her and escorted her behind a screen. I was about to leave when Rannie called my name. I walked back to the curtain.

The doctor spoke to me, "She wishes for you to stay. If she is comfortable, I'm not opposed to it."

I winked and whispered to the doctor, "Don't be shocked. Their culture is somewhat different in some ways. Surprisingly so."

I sat in a chair as the doctor examined Rannie. A nurse took notes as the doctor read off instrument readings. Next Rannie was instructed to put on a hospital gown. She was disrobing right there when the nurse said she could wait until we were on the other side of the curtain.

"It is not an issue," Rannie said, "We are quite comfortable with our bodies in Panalia."

I braced for the looks that were sure to follow. Her top came off and her unique type of bra drew a puzzled look from the nurse. She removed it and sat it on the examining table. The nurse, unsure how to handle it, merely hung it on a hook. Then Rannie removed her long skirt and finally the frilly under clothes. At the first appearance of her containment, I watched the doctor and nurse. The nurse's mouth dropped open and the doctor's eyes grew wide as she glanced toward me.

The doctor questioned her about containment, "What is this you wear?"

Rannie answered promptly, "This is containment. It collects the waste of our bodies and holds it until such time that we visit a recycling booth. I've been told your culture calls this a diaper?"

The doctor wrote something on the paper, "Is this a medical necessity or does everyone in your culture wear diapers? All the time?"

"This is normal. Our entire planet uses some sort of containment garment," Rannie said as she looked briefly at me, "Except when we are joining for reproduction. It is a very efficient system. Human waste is very recyclable."

I'm sure I blushed a bit when Rannie said that. The doctor and nurse were over the initial shock and were professionals. They examined her thoroughly, even examining the high tech diaper she wore.

The doctor asked a few more questions, "Do you use this for all bodily functions?"

Rannie nodded, "Of course. We are not slaves to our bladders and bowels. Even visitors to our planet are required to wear containment."

The doctor looked at me, her eyebrow raised, while the nurse tried to stifle a snicker. I cleared my throat and nodded in agreement. No use denying it.

"And a machine does the recycling for you?" asked the doctor.

Rannie nodded again, "Yes, we recycle them by extracting the minerals and moisture. The unrecycled components are burned in a fusion furnace to produce steam for the turbines and heating our hydroponics."

The doctor thanked her and we left her to redress herself. I stepped out with the doctor. She questioned me about the diapers and the recycling booths. I told her honestly that I didn't use them that much since we were only there six hours. I explained that they were very efficient as far as I knew and related that they changed only three times a day. She instructed me to keep the diaper for examination when Rannie removed it. It was dawning on me that Rannie did not have a recycling booth on this planet. How long could she stay in one diaper?

Rannie strolled out from the exam room and bowed her head to us. The doctor excused herself and left us together. I took her hand and hugged her.

"I'm glad you wanted to see my world," I told her, "I was missing your company before I stepped out of the gate."

She leaned in and kissed me, "Your world, if you are in it, must be a wonderful world."

General Hammond paged me and I escorted Rannie to his office. We knocked and entered his office. He greeted Rannie in his usual Texas cordial manner.

"Glad to see you again, Minister Yong," Gen. Hammond said, "I trust the examination was not to invasive?"

Rannie laughed, "General Hammond, it was very thorough. Will you allow Mr Jones to show me around your world?"

The General smiled and answered with the words we both looked forward to, "Absolutely, Minister. The doctor tells me you are health and our planet is compatible with your biology. Mr Jones, I trust you will show the Minister a representative sampling of our planet. I took the liberty of providing a diplomatic vehicle for your use."

The General winked and shook my hand. The Panalians have technology that Earth could use and the General wanted to be sure the Minister was entertained. I took her to a room where we looked for something a little less showy for her to wear. We had several wardrobes for when we visit a planet that may not be aware of us. I showed her some slacks and blouses but she said women of her stature did not wear pants.

We finally selected a mid-length plaid skirt she liked and some black leather, low heels. A plain white blouse made her look like a uniformed school girl. I thought it was a little juvenile but she seemed to enjoy it and I patted her diapered rear.

She waited while I changed into my street clothes and shaved. Then I escorted her to the elevator and we rode to the surface. I hadn't asked the question of what she planned to do about her diaper yet. I was afraid she might have to leave so I avoided the thought when we reach the ground level.

Now, Cheyenne Mountain is pretty impressive but it is something I've seen all my career so I'm not that moved by it. When we stepped out of the tunnel and into the sunlight, Rannie stopped and stared at the sky.

"Your star!" she said, with squinted eyes, "It is very bright. It must provide much more power than you can utilize!"

"Not really," I told her, "Our solar technology is still in its infancy. That is one area that we would like to exchange information with your government."

She nodded, "This we can come to some agreement on. Mmm, that smell. What is it?"

I sniffed the air to see what she was smelling, "Oh, that. I think it is honeysuckle. There, that is a honeysuckle bush."

I walked with her to the bush near the parking lot. I plucked a few blossoms and placed them before her. She smelled them and closed her eyes. I took one and pulled the stem out and let her taste the nectar. Her eyes were wide.

"That is so sweet!" Rannie said, "Surely you must make a drink from it?"

I chuckled, "Maybe, but I'm not aware of one. I'll have to look it up on the internet."

"What is the internet?" Rannie asked innocently.

I explained to her that it was a global communications resource where all manner of information and entertainment were available. I had to promise to show her when we had access to a terminal. Just then my cellphone rang. I answered it and spoke to Dr Linda Dallen. She was writing her report of our mission and asked me how to word. I told her to just but what happened and I'd stand by it.

When I was off the phone, Rannie asked me, "What is that little box you were having a conversation with?"

"This is a cellphone," I explained, "It works without wires to allow communication. That was Dr Dallen."

Her mouth opened, "Amazing! This does not require one to use a communications booth? Portable communications? I think we have found a suitable exchange for the solar technology."

I let her examine the phone and showed her how to make a call to Dr Ann Davis. When Dr Davis answered she got so excited she squealed. She handed the phone back to me and I told Dr Davis we were just testing the phone. I did ask her how the containment was holding up and I swear I could hear her blush over the phone.

I was hungry now and asked her if she was as well. She was also ready to eat. I asked her if she ate meat. She was not opposed to it so I thought I would take her to a great little burger joint with the best chili cheese fries on the planet.

I hit the remote to see what beeped. The horn honked on a black Cadillac XLR convertible. Rannie looked at the car and asked what it was for. I explained that our world was very large and that moving between areas of civilization, we some times need personal transportation in the form of an automobile. I opened the door and showed her the best way to be seated. After walking around, I fastened my seatbelt and helped her fasten hers. The belt fit snugly across her breasts.

We decided that the top should be down on this beautiful day. I pulled the Cadillac on to the highway and drove to the diner. As I parked in the lot and opened the door for her, she looked around at the landscape. The sky stretched on for miles and miles.

"I'm quite capable of exiting the conveyance by myself," she said.

"I'm sorry," I told her, "It is a sign of respect to open a door for a lady."

She giggled and said, "I did not mean to offend your honor. It will not happen again."

We both laughed as I walked her into the diner. She sniffed the air and rubbed her stomach. I sat at the usual table I often occupied with my team members when we returned from a mission.

When Dottie, the waitress, came over, I ordered a pair of bacon cheeseburgers and chili cheese fries. Dottie brought a couple of glasses of lemonade while we waited for the burgers.

I explained to her about our culture and economy. She had not concept of money or banks. It did not exist in her culture. They each did what they were good at and society, as a whole, provided for all the citizens. A working socialist democracy. Nobody on Earth would believe this.

Dottie brought the burgers and the chili cheese fries. Rannie was unsure how to proceed until I picked up the burger with my bare hands and took a bite. I took my fork and raked a portion of the fries onto my plate and ate a few. She followed my lead and took a bite.

"OH!" she gasped, "It is very hot! We do not eat our food at this temperature. But it is good!"

She tasted the fries and licked her lips as I asked her, "Good, aren't they?"

Next she drank some lemonade. It made her pucker and shake her head. She was enjoying herself immensely. When we finished, she rubbed her belly and pushed the plates away.

"I feel as if my stomach will burst I have eaten so much," she said, "I have never eaten this much in my life!"

I paid Dottie and we exited the diner. We sat for a moment in the Cadillac with the sun beaming down on us. I let her just lean back and soak up the sun as I turned the car onto the road and headed Denver. We had barely driven 20 miles when Rannie grabbed her abdomen and wrenched in the seat.

"Are you OK?" I asked with obvious concern.

She nodded yes and spoke in stressed bursts, "I'm fine but the food has affected me. My stomach is overloaded from eating too much."

She had a stomach ache! That was easy to fix. I pulled over when I saw a Quik-Mart coming into view. I went in and bought a roll of antacid for her. She took the two tablets offered her from the peeled roll. I told her to chew them and to burp if she felt she could.

Before we left she asked if she could walk around a bit. I went with her as we walked around the store parking lot. I was holding her hand when she doubled over in a spasm. It was over as quickly as it hit her and she regained her stance.

"Do you feel better?" I asked her.

She burped and looked at me, "My bowels have finally emptied and I feel much better. Your food, while tasty, might be a bit much for Panalian stomachs. That was more violent than anything I've ever experienced before. Remind me to eat in moderation next time."

I looked at her behind to see if I could tell she'd just crapped her diaper. It wasn't visible. I then sniffed to see if there was any odor. These diapers were good. I just didn't know how much more it could take.

[restlessfox 0]

great story! a bit different from what i'm used to but i like the variety.

[Three Rivers 25]

Yes, interesting as I am a big Stargate fan.

[iowaincon 1]

I am really enjoying this story, please continue. I am really looking forward to the next chapter, and how they deal with her need to change her "containment".

[BabyBuu 1]

not that it matters but around what season would this be set and what might the team designation be? would be funny to fit this in to continuity

i am such a nerd lol

[BoTox 144]

Not a story update. Sorry to anyone that was hoping.

I am really enjoying this story, please continue. I am really looking forward to the next chapter, and how they deal with her need to change her "containment".

You read my mind. But then again, I telegraphed it pretty good in the last line. After her fantastic containment, how do you think a Depend is going to go over?

not that it matters but around what season would this be set and what might the team designation be? would be funny to fit this in to continuity

i am such a nerd lol

Uhm, they are SG-C3, Stargate-Civilian Three, purely scientific and diplomatic. No military application at all. They only visit planets that have an advanced civilization and have expressed interest in further contact with our world. This is between season 3 and 4. I am just making this up as I go, honest. I did say it was Stargate inspired.

[DL JAY 3]

I hope when the times comes for a change Rannie gets to wear a molicare super plus with a stuffer of some sort.I'll be waiting for the next chapter.DLJAY

[BoTox 144]

I had to ask and I feared the answer, "Rannie, are you still... comfortable?"

She looked at me with a puzzled stare, "Comfortable? I do not understand the question."

I patted her rear, "Does your diaper need recycling?"

She laughed, "No, not at all. Even on my world, I would not feel the need to change yet. There is still capacity for another day. Maybe even more."

"What will you do when this one has to be removed?" I questioned.

She leaned her head to one side and smiled, "We will improvise, I suppose. Does your society not have some form of containment? Your doctor asked me about medical need. Do some people here not need some method of containment?"

She was right. Adult diapers are sold in almost every grocery store and big discount store. We'd just drop in and get something there when the time comes. She didn't seem worried about it and I was having too much fun with her to let it get me down.

We got back in the car. She paid no mind to the fact that she had dirtied her diaper. Off we went, on down the road, heading into a new adventure.

That night we stopped just outside of Denver at a Holiday Inn. I'd gotten us plane tickets to Orlando. You guessed it, we were going to Disney World!

I let her shower first. She'd never used water to clean herself before and I stepped into help her. It was strange to see a grown woman playing in the shower like a kid at a water park. Her diaper was as good at keeping water out as it was waste in.

Once we were cleaned up, I toweled her dry and helped her comb her long, silky hair. She dressed in her clothes and we decided it was time for an addition to her wardrobe. So, off to K-Mart it was. We picked her up another skirt or two and several blouses and shirts. As we were leaving, we passed the pharmacy.

"Here," I pointed, "These are what we use for containment."

"This package?" she picked one up and examined it, "How crude. It appears from the representation that they are manually applied with a fixing adhesive. I must learn to read your language."

I read it to her, "Depend, Fitted Maximum Protection, size medium, waist 19" to 34", I believe this would be the size you'd need. Shall we purchase some while we're here?"

"Sure, why not," she shrugged, "No time like the present."

We tossed a bag of the green adult diapers into the cart we were pushing and continued. I stopped and picked up some baby powder, cream and wipes to compliment the diapers. She was fascinated by the display at the counter. She looked at the covers of the books and tabloids. She smelled the chewing gum and I tossed a few of those onto the conveyor as well. When it came time to check out, I slid my government credit card and signed the screen. Rannie was amazed by the process.

"Is this some accounting method to determine when supplies need to be restocked?" she asked.

I explained that our society was monetary in nature. Those that worked, earned credit. That credit can be exchanged for goods and services. She was quite puzzled by the process but promised to study it in detail at a later date.

We stopped for a bit to eat at a steak house. She refused to eat so much this time. She ate only a baked potato and half of my steak. I ordered a vanilla milkshake for her to drink. She enjoyed it but experienced the dreaded brain freeze from drinking it to quickly.

The trip back to the hotel in the dark was enlightening as well. The stars were foreign to her. We pulled over outside of town and I pointed out where I thought her planet was. She was fascinated by it all. It was like a child learning to speak and see for the first time.

"Rannie," I started, "Can I ask how old you are?"

"Yes," she answered "If you will tell me your age as well. I am 27 cycles as of the next solstice."

In her current outfit, she looked to be no more than 18. It didn't help that I knew she was diapered with no control of her bladder or bowels.

"I'm 40 years, or cycles," I told her, "Is the age difference a problem for you?"

"Not at all," she said as she kissed me, "Our society pairs for a time with anyone we feel a bond with."

I drove her back to the hotel and put the shopping away. We got ready for bed and I got in one and let her have the other to herself. I wasn't sure how her customs dealt with such things.

"Do your people segregate the sleeping areas of the males and females?" she pondered as I turned out the lights.

I answered, "I was not wanting you to feel uncomfortable."

"May I join you?" she asked and hopped into my bed.

We snuggled together, her back to me, spooning her. I slept in a t shirt and she in one of mine as well. I could feel her diapered behind against my lower abdomen. It was an odd sensation, to know that she has soiled it earlier today. I drifted off to sleep and dreamed about being back on her world and visiting a recycling booth. Quite strange.

The next morning I woke up and tried to get up without waking her. I dressed and slipped out to get some breakfast. When I returned, she had the package of Depend diapers open and was inspecting them. She smiled when I entered and held one up to the light.

"These are quite thin," she said, "and not as smooth as ours. Your containment technology really is antique."

"Do you need a change," I pondered out loud.

"My containment is still functioning but we might as well experience the full effect of a visit to your world, as you did mine," she said.

She sat on the edge of the bed with the gel remover in her hand. She asked if might help her since she was unfamiliar with the Earth containment. I watched as she smoothed the gel onto her leg bands, waist bands and down the sides of the diaper. It sizzled and popped as it dissolved away. She stood up and it fell away from her body. She was clean shaven and clean. There was no need to clean her. The diaper was very good at it. Even the smell was contained.

I picked the used diaper up and tossed it into the garbage. I had her lay back on the bed as I stretched out the diaper. I hadn't put one on anybody, certainly not an adult, in years. Not since my niece was in diapers over 10 years ago. I slipped it under her upraised behind and rubbed the lotion liberally into the necessary areas. I tried to be professional. Next I sprinkled a little powder on her and pulled the diaper up between her legs. I taped the top tapes on each side as snug as possible and then the second and finally the third tape on each side.

She stood up walked to the mirror. There was a very distinct crinkling sound as she walked. She examined her reflection. She touched it and rubbed it a bit.

"Hmm, crude but it may serve the purpose," she said.

[the diaper mike 1]

go on plz

[DL JAY 3]

How soon before her new "containment system" leaks and /or starts to smell?Keep up the great work.DLJAY

[Heven 4]

This is shaping up to be my favorite story ever. I've been checking this board every day anxiously awaiting an update. Keep up the stellar work, Botox.

P.S. - Lovely touch calling them Panalians