The aliens didn't ask. They beamed me up mid-sleep, stripped me bare on a glowing slab, and locked a thick, crinkling diaper around my hips before I could even scream. It was padded heavy, scented like baby powder mixed with something sweet and alien that made my head fog. "Breeder unit acquired," one of them rasped through a translator. Its voice was low and wet. Three tall, scaled figures circled me, their cocks already thick and leaking black precum from slits in their lower bodies.
They called it the nursery. The room pulsed with soft lights and the constant rustle of more diapers stacked everywhere. They forced me onto my back, legs spread wide in stirrups that adjusted themselves. One alien pressed a bottle to my lips—warm, thick milk that tasted like cum and made my tits swell instantly. I drank because the alternative was the shock collar around my throat. While I sucked, another one ripped the fresh diaper open and shoved two thick fingers straight into my cunt.
"Fertile. Human breeding slit ready," it growled. It finger-fucked me hard and fast, the wet sounds loud in the quiet room. My hips jerked. The diaper crinkled under me every time I moved. They kept me in them constantly—pissing myself while they pumped me full, the warm wetness mixing with their alien seed. It turned them on. The more I soaked the padding, the rougher they got.
The first breeding was brutal. They bent me over a padded bench, diaper yanked down just enough to expose my holes. The lead alien mounted me from behind, its cock longer and ridged, sliding in deep with one thrust. It bred me like an animal, hips slamming, the diaper's soggy bulk rubbing my clit with every slam. "Take the seed. Fill the womb. Grow our young." Hot, thick ropes pumped into me until my belly started to bloat. They taped the diaper back up over the mess, making me waddle around leaking.
Days blurred. They kept me regressed—bottles, pacifiers shaped like cocks I had to suck while they examined my swelling belly, diapers changed only when they wanted to fuck the mess into me again. One would hold me in its lap, rocking me like a baby while another spread my legs and ate my pussy through the soaked padding, tongue pushing the fabric inside me. I came screaming around the pacifier, piss and cum soaking everything.
Then they'd breed me again, cocks taking turns stretching my cunt and ass until I was gaping and dripping.
My body changed fast. Tits heavy and leaking, belly rounding out with their hybrid spawn. They loved it. They made me crawl in nothing but the bulging diaper, ass up, while they spanked the wet bulk and told me what a good breeding sow I was. "Human pet. Diaper slut. Womb full of us." When labor started they kept me in the nursery, strapped down, diapered the whole time, fucking me through the contractions until the eggs crowned and slid out into the padding.
They didn't stop. As soon as I was empty they plugged me with another load, taped me up, and started the cycle again. I stopped fighting. The constant crinkle, the warm wet between my legs, the way their cum made me ache to be filled—it rewired me. I started pushing my padded cunt against their hands, begging with my eyes for the next breeding.
Now I live there. Diapered, bred, and dripping. Every night they come for me, thick alien cocks claiming the human womb they own. And every time the padding grows heavy and warm, I spread my legs wider for them.
