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Padded Rocket: Chapter 3

[Rocket half naked laying in his back, trying to get up unsuccessfully by having the robot taking his underwear off pressing his chest right to the floor] 

-Get off me dirty can of trash! - Rocket shout pulling out with minimal success the arm on his chest.

-Ooooh, the poor puppy is having a tantrum, the puppy doesn’t want to get dressed? -The robot asked in an even higher robotic voice trying to imitate a female mother.

-I’m not a puppy! My name is Rocket and you are not gonna forget it in your life you hear me?!- Rocket answered totally upset being held that easily.

Rocket knew now that the room was some kind of biological cell, that made organic live forms more soft and weak, making him even unable to stand up properly, that could be the hardest prison he would escape off, and also the more humiliating one, being forced to lift up his legs exposing his naked butt to the robot.

-Oh, hey Rocket! My name is Nuts! - Nuts answered really excited like a kinder garden new friend while he was grabbing Rocket's legs with one grip and freeing Rocket with the other one to take the diaper and collocate it under Rocket’s butt.

-Yea I can tell bastard- Rocket continued trying to crawl in his back away from the robot, But Nut grabbed one Rocket foot don’t let him go.

-Nononono, Don’t Crawl away yet Rocky, you are still naked dummy *giggles*- Nut adds with a cheesy robotic laugh.

Pulling Rocket back on the floor Nut starts to clean him with a baby wipes, passing between his legs, his private parts, and lifting his legs again, his butt.

-He-heeey! - Rocket complains in a pitchy voice by the sudden cold oh the metal and the wipe all over his private parts without shame or consideration of privacy.

Rocket covers himself with his hands ashamed -Cute that off, that shit is cold! *cough* cough*- Rocket tries to shout being interrupted by a lot of powder; Nut by pressing the bottle with robotic force, made Rocket cough and sneeze by the sudden Powder cloud.

With total exactitude and efficiency, The robot quickly closed the diaper on Rocket, making him wear a baby pattern diaper with a face of embarrassment and angriness.

-You are ready babyyyy!!!! - Nuts shout excited in a pitchy voice, lifting him up by grabbing form the armpits.

Rocket can just try not to vomit with a headache, being spun all over the room by an optimistic calculator.

-Look Grips! I changed the baby! - Nut said excitedly showing the dizzy Padded Rocket to his twin Robot recording Gripper.

-Let it down Nuts! I can’t record him for the master Star-Lord if you shake him like that- Grips mocks to his twin stopping the recording.

-What?... Did Quill make this? - Rocket asked dizzy still lifted in the air.

Nut let him down softly -Oh you mean Master Star-Lord? Yhea he paid very well to put you in this treatment, he told us you needed a behavior improvement and anger issues, he said exactly: “This little bastard is eating my cookies and messing the missions! I don’t want to deal with his shit anymore, just take care of him until he calms down and wants to be actually part of this team!, also tell him we are gonna go in a long mission with the Avenger guys and we aren’t gonna be around in a while, so… have fun!”- Grip said repeating a recording of Peter Quill.

Rocket could just stare at the Robot with fury when he suddenly jumps at him trying to rip his arms off.

-That bastaaard- Grip Reacts in time starting a powerful hypnotic video on his screen making Rocket fall quickly looking to the screen with no power on his body and losing the mind.

Nut arrived excited making childish airplane noise playing with a new suppository for Rocket.

Grip ties a bib around Rockets Neck and takes a Baby bottle with a special formula to feed him, Rocket rejects the bottle with his mouth but looking straight to the screen of the robot, -Take your milk as a good boy and don’t be fussy- Grips orders making Rocket start to suck the bottle with clumsiness, leaking a bit.

Nuts Grab Rockets tail, pulling it up making Rocket, still a bit conscious, lift his butt in a humiliating position being fed by Grip and grabbed by Nut.

Nuts play a little more with the medicine like a little child, still pulling Rocket’s tail up, Rocket confused why he wasn’t trying to escape or fight he was voluntarily sucking the bottle and lifting his butt.

-Here comes the planeee- Nuts sings playing with the pill around Rocket butt.

-What the fu-ghhh- Rocket tries to say but suddenly losing the chance to talk-

-Shhh, sleep, big guy- Grip orders to Rocket making him feel sleepy and tired.

-Nut! Stop playing already and put the suppository! - Rocket hears Grip's complaints to Nuts.

Suddenly opening his eyes wide feeling a small pill being pushed inside him, falling finally asleep.