Well I was reading a Trek story a while back and got the idea to revisit one of my older characters. So here we once again have my Klingon Vulcan hybrid ex drone Kevok as the Poster boy for bit of a StarFleet publication circulated among the diaper users of StarFleet. So with that in mind we'll do this story interview style.
"So Kevok can you tell our readers a little bit about yourself. I'm sure everyone's a little curiously." The human interviewer asked.
"Well my father was a Vulcan Science officer in StarFleet. But he had a flair for martial arts and combat. To keep his skills sharp he frequently visited tournaments of all sorts when he had the time. He'd grown good with a Klingon Bathleth and well he entered in a tournament. That's how he met my mom." Kevok smiled leaning back in the chair with his diaper fully visible. "Dad and mom wound up in the final round against each other. Neither of them will say who won. But mom said she had such a good time in the match and against an opponent she thought would fall easily she had to get to know him."
"Any fond memories of the family?" The interviewer asked.
"Well a lot of the stuff I remember is everyday stuff. Dad always cooked. To the degree that mom liked anyway. Vulcans only suppress emotions but I think dad was actually expressing some of his. A smile now and again. Mom used to call him the Brains of Battle. Mom called me her clever little warrior. I was always finding ways to get into things. I don't think mom ever got mad about it. At least not too much. But beyond that not really a whole lot. Even what I do remember is fuzzy. I was pretty young when I was assimilated. Maybe 3." Kevok explained as his eyes drifted to his metal webbed hand.
"It must have been very traumatic." The interviewer said more quietly.
"Yeah. Mom wasn't on the ship when it happened. She was dealing with some family matters back in Klingon space. I remember the drones storming the ship. Dad tried to get us to an escape pod. A drone grabbed him and he dropped me as his skin started to grey. Then another drone picked me up and I cried when I felt the injection of nanoprobes. I spent time in a borg maturation chamber and lost most of my childhood. The Borg turned it off when I reached about mid teens maturity and froze my growth. I was to be used as a new kind of tech drone. I could more easily fit into smaller spaces to make faster repairs. Plus I could move faster. I sometimes even helped in the assimilation chambers. That's where I was when I happened. When all of the sudden everyone's voice in my head was gone." Kevok said running a hand through his hair. "It was frightening to say the least. My own emotions and memories surfaced and I hid in a corner while some of the others tried to get control of the ship. Tried to decide what to do. It wasn't long before a Federation ship found us. It was shear chance that a Vulcan was part of the away team. He managed to get me to come out of hiding. Later I was reunited with my mom and tried to get on with my life."
"I feel kind of stupid asking this now. After all that. Very dark stuff and probably not an easy time in your life to think about. But how did you get into diapers?" The interviewer asked curiously.
"Heh. Well remember I was still little when the Borg assimilated me. As a drone I never ate or drank. I never needed to go. So among the data in my head toilet training wasn't there. I was still in diapers when I was assimilated and well still am now. I did try and toilet train but I just wound up being so damn anxious without a diaper on and well. I've just stuck with em." Kevok explained with a laugh
"Well that does make sense. And I think I speak for all our readers when I say you look good in diapers." The interviewer smiled. "Now for one last question that I'm sure many are asking. Any special someone in your life?"
"Heh. Actually yes. When I was in the Academy I met a certain Gorn who I fell for. My big strong yet soft protector. I won't say more though. After all don't want too many spoilers for the next Issue." Kevok grinned.
Well I hope you guys liked the pic and the story. ^^
"So Kevok can you tell our readers a little bit about yourself. I'm sure everyone's a little curiously." The human interviewer asked.
"Well my father was a Vulcan Science officer in StarFleet. But he had a flair for martial arts and combat. To keep his skills sharp he frequently visited tournaments of all sorts when he had the time. He'd grown good with a Klingon Bathleth and well he entered in a tournament. That's how he met my mom." Kevok smiled leaning back in the chair with his diaper fully visible. "Dad and mom wound up in the final round against each other. Neither of them will say who won. But mom said she had such a good time in the match and against an opponent she thought would fall easily she had to get to know him."
"Any fond memories of the family?" The interviewer asked.
"Well a lot of the stuff I remember is everyday stuff. Dad always cooked. To the degree that mom liked anyway. Vulcans only suppress emotions but I think dad was actually expressing some of his. A smile now and again. Mom used to call him the Brains of Battle. Mom called me her clever little warrior. I was always finding ways to get into things. I don't think mom ever got mad about it. At least not too much. But beyond that not really a whole lot. Even what I do remember is fuzzy. I was pretty young when I was assimilated. Maybe 3." Kevok explained as his eyes drifted to his metal webbed hand.
"It must have been very traumatic." The interviewer said more quietly.
"Yeah. Mom wasn't on the ship when it happened. She was dealing with some family matters back in Klingon space. I remember the drones storming the ship. Dad tried to get us to an escape pod. A drone grabbed him and he dropped me as his skin started to grey. Then another drone picked me up and I cried when I felt the injection of nanoprobes. I spent time in a borg maturation chamber and lost most of my childhood. The Borg turned it off when I reached about mid teens maturity and froze my growth. I was to be used as a new kind of tech drone. I could more easily fit into smaller spaces to make faster repairs. Plus I could move faster. I sometimes even helped in the assimilation chambers. That's where I was when I happened. When all of the sudden everyone's voice in my head was gone." Kevok said running a hand through his hair. "It was frightening to say the least. My own emotions and memories surfaced and I hid in a corner while some of the others tried to get control of the ship. Tried to decide what to do. It wasn't long before a Federation ship found us. It was shear chance that a Vulcan was part of the away team. He managed to get me to come out of hiding. Later I was reunited with my mom and tried to get on with my life."
"I feel kind of stupid asking this now. After all that. Very dark stuff and probably not an easy time in your life to think about. But how did you get into diapers?" The interviewer asked curiously.
"Heh. Well remember I was still little when the Borg assimilated me. As a drone I never ate or drank. I never needed to go. So among the data in my head toilet training wasn't there. I was still in diapers when I was assimilated and well still am now. I did try and toilet train but I just wound up being so damn anxious without a diaper on and well. I've just stuck with em." Kevok explained with a laugh
"Well that does make sense. And I think I speak for all our readers when I say you look good in diapers." The interviewer smiled. "Now for one last question that I'm sure many are asking. Any special someone in your life?"
"Heh. Actually yes. When I was in the Academy I met a certain Gorn who I fell for. My big strong yet soft protector. I won't say more though. After all don't want too many spoilers for the next Issue." Kevok grinned.
Well I hope you guys liked the pic and the story. ^^
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