2011

Chapter Fifty-Four: Supplemental ‘Captain’s Log: Day One in new, hostile territory.’ ‘The indigenous alien population, who are giants in comparison to my stature, have a predisposition to see me as an infant of their species. In my attempts to make contact with them, I mistook height for supremacy amongst their kind, and the giantess I thought was their queen turned out to be a mild-mannered inventor in an oppressive criminal regime. While my life has been turned upside down and my crew has been forced to continue the mission without me, I have made the best of my circumstances. At least, I thought I had.’ Adam grinned as he swayed his feet from side to side in the baby carrier, the training pacifier stuck in his mouth, which once again felt glued to his teeth. It had been almost forty-five minutes since Seo-ya had forced it in and set the hour-long timer, and he was enjoying the reframing of his life in the form of a Star Trekking captain’s log. It was a good way to cope. He had burst into tears the second the words came out of his mouth, and he hadn’t had the wherewithal to assess the Amazon’s reaction. She had pivoted him into the spanking position, but apparently changed her mind, and he was instead thrown into the baby carrier he had arrived in. It was a surprise, in hindsight, but in the moment, he had simply broken down and subsequently cried his eyes out for about ten or so minutes until he went numb. So, the humor arrived to pull him from the depths of despair. For her part, Seo-ya had left him alone and was walking around the house setting up the high chair and other baby accoutrements in preparation for his stay. By the time he took stock of her, she seemed annoyed but calm. So, normal for her. Shik was nowhere to be seen. ‘In my efforts to improve the giantess’ quality of life, and she, mine, we inadvertently started a chain of events that has upset the careful balance of power in this criminal organization. As such, I have become a hostage in an attempted power grab, and I find myself in an unfamiliar and hostile land, with two giants that appear to be coupled. They are horribly disfigured and rendered hideous by their personalities –’ No, no… it had to be something better. Something science fiction-like. He looked up at the ceiling, continuing to happily kick his feet, much to the annoyance of his great aunt, who glared, huffed, or growled anytime she took stock of his happy-go-lucky state. ’*Their prolonged exposure to the toxic gases native to this planet, greedogen and pridelium, has rendered them horribly disfigured and unrecognizable amongst their kind. These gases seep out from deep within the planet’s crust through the local porous rock they used to make their home, exposing them daily to its toxic effects. Luckily for me, these gases are quite light and quickly rise well above my head. For now, that is the one thing saving me from suffering the same fate as these ugly, power-mad, and greedy husks of whoever they once were.’ He blew a laugh out his nose as he relaxed his bladder for the second time since chugging the bottle of water, yet the diaper, bulging against the pink pajamas and the carrier’s restraints, continued to swell, with no sign it was maxed out yet. ‘I must find a method to free myself before these creatures succeed in their fiendish plot, and all before I succumb to the toxic gases of… Moronica.’ Adam burst out laughing despite it not being that funny; it felt good to laugh. He rocked his head back, grateful that some of the laughing was able to leak out at the corners of his mouth. Seo-ya shot a glare over at him as she dumped a mixture of leftovers into a food processor. She clicked a button, and the loud grinding noise began, giving her the freedom to stomp over to him with a snarl on her lip. “This is not playtime, Adam,” she chastised, placing her hands on her hips and glaring down as she loomed over him. She had placed the carrier on the floor, likely to make sure he was aware of just how small he was, but the joke was on her: one doesn’t live with Joomi without learning to accept one’s lack of height by comparison. “Sowwee,” he lied around the pacifier with a wry smile, swaying his feet still, but just a tad less energetically than before. She narrowed her eyes at him, her lips thinning in the process. The grinding of the food stopped just as she rolled her eyes up, took in a deep breath, then forced a smile as she tapped her index fingers on her hips. “I understand,” she mused as she crouched down in front of him, tapping her fingers on the bottom of his foot. “It’s silly of me to expect a mature response from you, isn’t it?” Adam stared at her for a moment, then shrugged. He wasn’t willing to cede his maturity verbally to her, even though it likely wouldn’t change anything. It was a thread of defiance he could reasonably hold on to, even if, performatively, he would have to lean into infantile behavior… he could tell himself it was strategic. As it always was. “Well, your auntie was hurt by the mean words you used,” Seo-ya continued, seemingly ignoring the shrug and going with whatever she had answered in her head on his behalf. “But I understand you’ve had a hard day. And apparently, someone’s Mommy didn’t teach him how to express himself properly when he’s upset.” He narrowed his eyes. She grinned with a glint in her eye. “That’s okay, baby,” she cooed as she took hold of his pink, fuzzy foot and gave it a light squeeze. “Your auntie will teach you.” “I’m hungwee,” he stated as curtly as possible, though with the training pacifier in, he was very aware that he sounded far more pouty than annoyed. Seo-ya gave an amused chuckle as she pulled out her phone, then arched an eyebrow at the countdown of his time out. He craned his neck to get a view of the numbers and swore he saw it was under five minutes, but she quickly pulled it away from his view. “You’re almost done with timeout, then you’ll get dinner,” she stated, reaching out to press two fingers to the front of the diaper. He jerked slightly, though he was pleasantly surprised that she hadn’t pushed hard enough for him to feel her fingers (or was the diaper just that thick?). She smirked and stood up, walking over to the kitchen to manage whatever monstrosity she had blended together. His nostrils flared as he glared in the opposite direction. His thoughts and emotions were spiking radically about how he wanted to handle her, Shik, and this entire situation. He would bitterly decide he was going to do everything he could to sabotage them and/or piss them off, only to remind himself not to put himself at risk and calm down. He would decide to try and “help” in a way, only to turn it against them at an opportune moment, but he feared that moment would never come, and in the meantime, he had just been compliant and helpful. The worst of his thoughts were those of self-harm… they weren’t genuine feelings or desires, but acted as revenge fantasies that would truly foil Shik’s plan, since his being safe and unharmed was a key component to being a good bargaining chip. He took in a sharp breath through his nose. Holey shirts… that was potentially a major safety net of his. Presuming Shik intended to keep up Japok’s vice grip on the government, he would need Joomi’s cooperation after the takeover. No matter what, pissing Kang off was a given in this situation, but keeping Adam safe meant Shik could barter with her after the takeover. It would also explain why he’d heard, twice now (at least, he thought so) that he needed to be kept safe. Adam’s blue eyes snapped over to the skeleton in a dress, and he smirked. So, she couldn’t hurt him too much, or she’d be risking her husband’s plan. Perhaps that was what stayed her hand with spanking. He chuckled darkly as the pacifier beeped (as did Seo-ya’s phone) and released its death grip on his teeth. He pushed it out of his mouth with his tongue as he lifted his hands to massage his lips and jaw in an attempt to mask his grin. “Well done, baby!” Seo-ya sardonically chirped as she approached the carrier, reaching her bony fingers in to remove the restraints and lift him out. He grimaced slightly, feeling the hefty sag of the very saturated diaper clinging to his hips and fighting gravity. His face contorted more when she placed her hand on it, pressing the squish against him, and the dampness of that area became sharply evident and uncomfortable. She gave it a knowing pat and squeeze as she walked him over to the high chair, and set him in it, quick to buckle him in and slide the tray into place. Adam stared at the glass jar of grey slop and let out a sigh. “Can I try your mandu?” he asked in a defeated tone as he watched her dig the rubber-tipped spoon into the jar. He knew the answer, at least at present, but he figured it was worth trying all the same. She looked surprised, tilting her head to the side as she looked up in consideration. Then the corner of her mouth turned up. “I don’t know,” she hummed as she leaned forward, aiming the spoon for her mouth. “Maybe. If you’re good.” He stared up at her, understanding the meaning beneath: be good, get real food. Be bad… he stared at the glop, grimacing slightly, unsure what she had pulverized, but he could tell it wasn’t going to taste good. “Open wiiiide,” she sang and circled the spoon in the air. Exhausted and just ready to let the day end, he closed his eyes and opened his mouth. ‘Here comes the plaaaane,’ echoed Joomi’s voice in his head. He jerked slightly as he felt the spoon enter his mouth, and he closed his lips around it, flashing a smile as he envisioned Joomi’s exaggerated expression when she did the plane. The slop was awful tasting, and he quickly realized it was mostly ground-up rice from the taste, but the smile didn’t fade; instead, he could hear Joomi’s giggle that always followed him rolling his eyes. He swallowed the goop quickly and opened his mouth again, eager to hear her again. ‘Here comes the plaaaane.’ “Good baby.” Seo-ya’s words shattered the moment as another spoonful went in, but he closed his eyes tighter and swallowed, opening his mouth again, praying the woman would just shut up and enjoy watching him suffer through her slop. ‘Here comes the plaaaane.’ He smiled again, accepting the next spoon in silence. Seo-ya chuckled a few times, but otherwise kept going, and Adam swallowed each spoonful quickly, needing the sustenance but trying his best to ignore the flavor, and eagerly replaying her voice and laugh again, and again in his mind. As if in the blink of an eye, the jar was empty, and Adam smacked his lips, grimacing at the flavor as he had to open his eyes and return to the grim reality. “That was very good!” Seo-ya complimented with a measure of disbelief, dumping the jar and spoon into the sink. Adam rolled his eyes when her back was turned and looked around the area, trying to get a better sense of the layout of the home. It also finally struck him how modern everything was, in sharp contrast to his house. Whereas the decor at home was warm, with blended old Goryeoan art and aesthetics, this was cold and sharp. There was some Goryeoan art, but it was modern in style, and what little traditional style they had was kept behind glass cabinets. As he spun to twist the other direction, he was greeted by her dress as Seo-ya reached her arms in to unbuckle and pull him out of the chair. He sneered when she once more checked the state of the squishy and heavy diaper, and he busied himself by looking over her shoulder. He arched an eyebrow at the glass wall that ran across the dining room and looked out into a courtyard that he estimated was at the center of the house. It reminded him of the same center courtyard at Zhang’s. “Why do so many houses have a courtyard at the center?” “For privacy, dear,” she explained rather dismissively, glancing her head back at the same wall he was looking at; he pursed his lips, about to rant to himself about her inability to expound on anything, but she gave a small shrug as she walked towards the stairs leading to the upper floor. “It’s a traditional way to have a garden and outdoor space that wasn’t visible to the outside world.” He frowned curiously, surprised she gave any kind of answer, much less one that was plausible. “Like for playing?” He regretted it the second the words came out of his mouth, realizing how childish it sounded, and her chuckle confirmed it. “Yes, like for playing. Littles could happily stumble about without worrying about being sn —“ she stopped, taking in a breath akin to a small gasp, and she cleared her throat. “Without worrying about anything.” Adam stared at her and noted she was avoiding his gaze. “Auntie?” “Yes, baby?” “Can Eomma come live here until it’s safe?” Seo-ya stopped walking, and her jaw dropped slightly. It seemed obvious she had a ‘no’ at the ready, but not the reason. He curled his hand resting at her shoulder into a fist, confident it was out of her line of sight, and focused on keeping the rest of his body still and relaxed. He needed this to come off as a genuine, innocent question. “No, honey,” she replied quietly after a short delay. “Why not?” “She just can’t,” Seo-ya grumbled as she adjusted him on her arm, turning down a sleek white hall, and she blew a sharp sigh out of her nose. “And call her ‘Mommy’.” “Why?” he asked incredulously, his upper lip sneering as he felt a flash of irritation that she ruined an opportunity for a genuine moment. “Because she’s your Mommy, baby,” Seo-ya hummed as she turned sharply into a room, and Adam was rendered mute by the scene of a full-blown nursery before him. Shockingly, it was rather classy and very sleek, with minimal theming and personalization. All the furniture was sleek, shiny white, and the accents were black, grey, desaturated blue, pink, or green. He had a flicker of hope. Surely it would not go unnoticed that Shik had purchased an entire nursery set and supplies leading up to his kidnapping. “This is usually our guest nursery, but until things settle down, it’ll be yours.” Damnit. Of course they would have already had a full nursery set up “just in case”. She walked him to the changing table and laid him down, placing the strap over him without hesitation, and he rolled his eyes, turning his head to the side to look at a row of stuffed animals on the floor, leaning against a storage box. There wasn’t a tiger, but he quickly realized that was a good thing; he didn’t want to feel like he was cheating on Little Boja with another tiger. “Eomma means Mommy,” he stated plainly as she maneuvered around the straps to unzip the pink pajamas. “Yes,” she agreed with a nod, pulling each leg out one at a time. “So why does it matter if I say Eomma or Mommy?” “Because I can hear the difference in your tone,” she smirked as her eyes met his, and his eyebrows furrowed. She chuckled, slowly ripping off the four tapes, one at a time; he felt a lump in his throat as he shivered, an awful sort of déjà vu. “Language is a funny thing, dear. We have a lot of different ways to say the same thing, and our brains don’t choose the words we use at random.” He breathed out a small sigh of relief at the fourth tape ripping off, despite knowing he’d be exposed to her, but it was slightly more preferable to remaining in that piss-soaked diaper for any longer. As he got sight of it, he grimaced slightly; it appeared to be the exact same one he had been put in by the kidnapper… this morning. If his skin could breathe its own sigh of relief, it felt like it did in that moment. “So when you say ‘Eomma’, it’s just a word for you,” she continued, rolling up the massive pink diaper, seeming smugly satisfied with herself as she belabored the point. Adam understood her from the first response, but she just had to overexplain. “No different than calling her by anything else. But you say Mommy… that means something to you.” He had a bevy of responses at the ready for her, but he thought twice about it, not sure he wanted to engage her wrath while he was strapped down and pantless. He turned his head back to the side to stare at the stuffed animals again as he rejected a fair amount of replies before coming to one, and looking back to Seo-ya, who was folding out an overnight diaper, still looking rather pleased with herself. “But Eomma means something to her,” he replied quietly, realizing he was also telling himself this. He had already gone through that recognition of the language barrier, acting like some kind of shield in his mind. But he had been undergoing a secondary realization on the same topic now that he was thinking back… He had started to use Eomma more because she responded better to it. “Of course it does,” Seo-ya chuckled, lifted his legs, and slid the thick padding beneath him. “She‘s fluent in both languages.” Adam arched an eyebrow as something struck him; he hadn’t heard anything about her and Shik having any children, and there were practically no photos or portraits in the main living area. “Have you ever been a Mommy?” Seo-ya’s eyes snapped to him and narrowed, which told him everything he needed to know. Quickly, she shook her head and averted her eyes, her eyebrows furrowing as she briefly ran a wipe over his genitals and inner thighs. “No, baby,” she said curtly, tossing the wipe in a nearby trash. “Ohh… that makes sense,” Adam murmured a bit louder than he intended, but he had wanted to make sure she heard it. Her lips thinned as she moved to fold the diaper up to tape shut, but thought twice and grabbed diaper cream. “What makes sense?” she questioned in an annoyed tone, but sounded genuinely curious. “Oh, nothing,” he chirped as he shrugged the best he could under the straps, nearly bursting out in a laugh at the glare she sent him. “Adam,” she warned as she squeezed a large portion of cream into her hand. “Yes, Auntie?” he smiled. “What makes sense?” she repeated, her eyes repeating the warning in her tone. He licked his lips as he stared, once more juggling between the more impulsive and inflammatory option, and – “That you’ve never been a Mommy,” he blurted out before his brain could stop him, and he shrugged again. “So you don’t understand.” “Excuse me?” she practically growled. Adam closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the flashes of Boja giving him a deadpan stare, Jae-yung failing to hide his grin (and not really trying), and the ever-so-slight grins of both Mung and Kang. Was it an accurate rendering of their reactions if they were here or listening? Boja, yes, definitely, but the rest were figments of his imagination, allowing him to enjoy the moment in his mind without outwardly showing it to Aunt Bones. “I just mean that… well, it’s not all about me,” he explained flippantly as he opened his eyes, losing a bit of his defiant energy as he looked upon her severe face. His heart skipped a beat; he had struck a nerve, for sure, and now needed to (or… wanted to) soften the landing. “Yeah, sure, there’s a lot of taking care of me, making sure I’m clean and, uh, dressed –” he paused, staring down at his still exposed genitals now coated in cream; he smiled nervously. “But, uh, I get to do things too. I get to make Eomma feel good by using the name that means something to her, and play silly games with her if she’s feeling down. I get to help, too.” He tried to genuinely beam at that, but it fell as he looked upon Seo-ya’s face, and he gaped slightly. Her expression had softened, and her eyes looked distant, as if she were… actually listening to him. Which, for a beautiful second, felt like a victory. But as her eyes moved away from him, looking up in thought, her cheeks suddenly flushed as she smiled down at him, sending a shockwave of fear through his body. The smile was genuine, and something in her face signaled a shift in her that he was deeply uncomfortable with. “That’s very sweet, baby,” she offered up softly as she taped the diaper on. “Uuhh, well, no, it’s…” he stammered as he shivered, goosebumps breaking out all over his body. Jerking his head to the side, he jutted his chin towards the stuffed animals. He needed a subject change, pronto. “Can I - I have one? Please?” “Of course,” she smiled, tucking his legs back into the same pink pajamas, which she eyed like a hungry predator. He shivered again, tempted to blurt out every swear he knew to break the spell he had apparently cast on her, but he had also experienced enough forced pacifiers for a lifetime. He swallowed hard, wracking his brain for a middle-of-the-line solution as she unbuckled the restraints and lifted him up, giggling at the outfit, and lifted him to her face. His face instantly paled as she drew him in, and he closed his eyes as his entire body tensed up, curled in, trying to avoid it, but alas… Aunt Bones kissed him on the cheek. Only because he turned his head. “Bleeeeecchhh,” he groaned out as he grimaced, and the Amazon chuckled, bending over and placing him on the ground on all fours. She patted his diaper, which sent him into another shiver. “Go on, pick one out, baby,” she cooed. “Fffffudge,” he growled under his breath as he sat back and stood up, only to find that the way the diaper’s leg holes were cut caused the thick padding to jab into his thighs, making standing extremely uncomfortable. He looked down, adjusting his stance every which way, but no matter how wide or awkward he stood, the pressure of the padding was forcing his legs forward. “It’s a crawler diaper, dear, like what you were wearing before,” Seo-ya commented flippantly as she placed a hand on his back, gently pushing him to coax him back to the ground. “But that’s not what I normally wear,” he complained, groaning as he steadied himself with one leg forward to fight the pressure, both of the diaper and her hand, but it was getting difficult. “It was what —“ “It’s what we have,” she shrugged. “I’ll order something else if you go through these.” “But Auntie, I –” “Pick out a friend, baby,” she instructed, her tone still soft, but she was starting to edge back into her normal register, which was encouraging. “But I can walk –” he pressed. “Adam,” she warned. “This thing sucks!” he snapped, clenching his jaw and glaring down at the padding monstrosity. “Adam!” she snapped as her hand forcefully pushed him to all fours, and he let a growl, glaring down at the carpet. “Do not use that word. Now pick out a friend, or I’ll do it for you.” Glaring up at her, he was at least satisfied to see a frown and a warning eyebrow arch in response. He huffed and crawled, sneering and snarling the entire way until he reached the line-up. He rocked back onto his butt, sat upright, and arched an eyebrow down at the diaper, noting it felt like a full seat cushion beneath him. Letting a grumble die in his throat, he assessed the row of fellow inmates – no… he grinned slightly, picturing them as a line-up of possible criminals for a witness to point out. ‘Will the, uh, sheep turn to the right, please?’ he imagined announcing over a speaker as he reached out, grabbing the white-and-blue sheep and turning it profile. He blew a laugh out of his nose, but when Seo-ya lightly chuckled behind him, his nostrils flared in irritation. He quickly scanned the plushes until his eyes fell upon a purple kangaroo… who had a pouch. He frowned curiously as he grabbed her, briefly running his thumb over the pouch. A pocket! She actually had a pocket! It wasn’t very wide or deep, and he didn’t have anything to hide or carry yet, but if and when he did, he could stuff it in her pouch. It was something. He smiled at her, ignoring the buzzing annoyance in his head that it was purple, twisted towards Seo-ya. He held the kangaroo up slightly, and his great aunt nodded, looking rather delighted as her massive hands zoomed towards him and plucked him from off the ground again. “Great choice! You’ll have to give him a name,” she purred, drumming her thin fingers against his back as she walked him straight to the crib. “It’s a –” he was about to correct her that males didn’t have pouches, but he realized he didn’t want to draw attention to it. Looking up at the ceiling, he hummed in thought and finished his sentence, “Hopper.” “Hopper? That’s his name?” she asked as she lowered him into the crib. “Yeah,” he nodded, eyeing the kangaroo and giving it a slight smile. Hopper the Hoarder. “Hopper.” “That’s a cute name, baby,” she complimented and patted him on the head. With her bony hands off of him, she stood up and adjusted the mobile above him, a glint in her eye as she looked down at him and shook it. Adam blinked as the sound in the room dulled for a moment, and he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. He could hear the jingling of the shapes in the mobile, some sounding like bells and others like rattles, but it was muted in a way similar to noise-canceling headphones. Periodically, Joomi had put them on him in the lab when particularly loud sounds were ongoing to protect his hearing, or he would use them when he wanted to concentrate (or just listen to his shows without interruption). Similar to him, Seo-ya looked confused. She looked at the mobile, then down at him, and shook it again while staring at him. Just as the sound in the room had begun to return to a normal volume, it dipped again; once more, somewhat muted. He squinted at her in confusion. Clearly, she had been expecting something to happen. “Everything… okay, Auntie?” he asked hesitantly, his own voice sounding a bit bizarre to him, too. “Yes…” she clearly lied, and her voice, too, sounded muted. She shook the mobile once more for good measure and reached a hand in, placing her fingers beneath his chin and lifting it slightly to look directly at his pupils. She was searching for something in his eyes, and he let out a nervous laugh, awkwardly casting his eyes from side to side, unsure of what to do. Seo-ya mouthed a word in her native tongue that was either too quiet to hear from the muted effect, or she hadn’t spoken at all, but either way, it wasn’t translated. She forced a smile as she pulled her hand away and clicked a button on the mobile, causing it to spin very slowly. “Good night, baby,” she replied in her best confident voice, but she failed; she sounded confused and distracted. “Goodnight,” he replied in kind. She lingered for a moment, staring at him as her eyes searched for something, and when she didn’t find it, she frowned. The distracting thoughts followed her to the door, where she turned off the lights, looked at him one more time, then shut the door. Adam sat staring at the shut door, looked up the mobile, then back at the door. He grimaced in confusion as he flopped backward to lie down and stared up at the mobile as he squinted at it. Slowly, as the sounds of the room and air around him returned to normal, it finally dawned on him, and he smiled widely while putting his hands behind his head. ‘Captain’s log, supplemental… I think the earpiece might be protecting me from more than just hypnosis… and the first field test appears to have been a success.’

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