Lacey looked at the contraption in front of her with horror. There was nowhere to sit, no obvious drain holes, no hoses she could draw close to her. She poked hopefully at some buttons and heard whirring sounds, a loud click then two high pitched whines. A visual indicator started flashing and she heard a siren from the command deck.

Opening the door that led back to it she saw one of the creatures moving towards her. A constantly writhing morass of tentacles and legs she still wasn’t sure whether these aliens had a head, or where it was. She certainly couldn’t work out how they used the toilet.

They didn’t speak to her, just used some form of telepathy. “It’s ok Lacey,” one of the aliens projected into her mind.

It might be the one passing her and going into what they’d told her was a bathroom, but she could never tell; it could be any of them.

“Nothing is broken. We will resolve this for you,” she was told, “Determining other options.”

Lacey tried not to burst into tears. She’d coped with the alien kidnap, they hadn’t tried sticking anything up her bottom yet and the food they’d offered her had been unfamiliar but tasty, and they assured her it would keep her healthy too. But she was human and that meant eating and drinking had side effects soon after. Side effects that were causing her pain, had led to the strange alien toilet, were reaching her limits to hold back.

One of the aliens sensed her distressed and moved close to her. “Providing comfort,” it promised, but at the first touch of the cold slimy tentacles she jumped, cringed and her body betrayed her, losing the control she’d been fighting to keep.

As tentacles stripped her sodding clothes from her Lacey lay there and let them, mental anguish and the futility of resistance making her passive. The aliens seemed kind enough, didn’t try to hurt her, did their best to keep her informed. As now.

“Research indicates two human approaches to bodily waste,” one of them told her, making her wonder if they’d found American and Japanese toilets, “Programming nanoconstructors to supply solution for humans that have no control.”

Lacey sat up in horror, looked at the alien using a strange absorbent material to wipe her clean. It seemed to ignore her, and as another alien approached took something from it, more of the absorbent material, thick and in a shape she recognised but feared.

She struggled now, tried to stand up, but tentacles easily held her down, lay her on her back, brought her legs up into the air.

“Fitting diaper now. Worry not, little one, we will keep you safe.”