The Cerritos' Littlest Officer
 

Lieutenant J.G. Beckett was waking up one morning when her mother came in to check on her.

Though it was Beckkets personal room, as Commanding officer of the USS Cerritos, and Captain, Carol Freeman had access to her daughters room as she pulled back the sheets.

"Morning, Mom..." Mariner yawned, stretching a little.

Beckett was wearing an edited version of her uniform, designed for her diaper. “Morning.” She said with a smile as she checked her diaper.

"So, what's the damage?" Mariner asked jokingly.

“Well I would say the containment unit has been severely damaged.” She said with a smirk as she picked her up and carried her to a changing table that had been installed.

Mariner groaned. "How much longer am I gonna be stuck in these?"

“So far it’s not looking good.” She said as she started changing her.

She had been affected by a strange plant on a mission with just the two of them. Now she had no control over her bodily functions, and softer skin, plus other affects they weren’t aware of.

"This sucks...." Mariner grumbled bitterly.

“Well you’re not the one dealing with the wreckage.” Carol said as she laid her down and lifted her rear and legs before getting to work.