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Rocket gets to spend with his once best friend now turned babysitter Groot, the day turns into an ordeal for Rocket but a dream come true for Groot as he plays with his new young charge
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
The ship was quiet, not a peep save for the snoring from Drax’s quarters. Tonight was the night, in Rocket’s head, and it was the perfect night for an escape. Rocket had been known to be a part of a prison break now and again, sometimes with him even at the helm. But prison breaks tended to be a bit harder when it was with the crew you often escaped with, or when it was escaping from your bedroom.
With mitted paws and booted feet, Rocket clambered to the edge of his crib, standing on his tippy toes to better grasp the situation. All of the Guardians had come back from another exhausting mission without Rocket and were tired. Rocket couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of them being at their wit’s end without him out there. His tail wagged with anticipation at his escape.
It was hard trying to undo the latches and straps that held him in place every night. With a practically non-prehensile tail, Rocket was lucky he even undid the buckles at all. After tonight, no more diapers for Rocket, he deserved to get out of the ship in something other than a onesie, and maybe a bit of revenge too.
Quiet as a mouse, and sneaky as he is, Rocket heaved himself over the edge of his crib. With his hands covered in his thick mittens, he couldn't help but fall on his rump. The soft material of the diaper on his crotch served as a much-needed break to his fall. Much to his chagrin, he was happy how the cotton layer muffled his fall, though it did leave him walking with a strange gait.
Rocket’s room had been converted into a makeshift nursery, even with the all too real pile of toys strewn across the floor that Rocket so eagerly did not put away. Every step towards the door was made with careful precision, each motion precise enough to avoid making a sound; or as precise as one can making an escape wearing a diaper.
“Tut tut tut, what do we have here?” The doors that laid before Rocket soon swung open to reveal the all too familiar smug smile of Peter Quill, Rocket’s babysitter for the night “Another one of your classic prison breaks?”
Peter put a finger to his lips as if sushing Rocket. All the other Guardians were asleep after all, and he didn’t want to wake them. Peter himself was tired, but he had the gut feeling that Rocket was going to pull something, and he was happy he was right.
“Heeeey, Quill” Rocket tried to act confident, but having been babied for a few days left him lacking in that department “Dind’t expect to see you up”
Rocket had no weapons, no gear, nothing on him. He wanted to make a break for it, get on the escape pod, and get a few days alone to get rid of this baby nonsense. But with his hands, as they are and Peter standing in his way. Escape seemed less and less of an option.
“Yeah, had to keep an eye on the baby” Peter raised a communicator with a screen showing a live feed of the nursery AKA Rocket’s room “Ya know, being a responsible parent and all”
There it is again. For the past few days, Rocket couldn’t help but think about how Peter kept insisting he was a parent—a parent taking care of his baby. This dynamic seemed odd to Rocket at first, but it slowly started to become something the tall Terran wanted to make a permanent dynamic.
“C’mon Quill we can talk about this,” Rocket awkwardly shuffled in place, it didn’t help that he had been holding in his pee since he woke up “You’ve had your fun and I say let’s stop with all this baby nonsense”
There was tension in the air as Rocket’s eyes darted around the room. With Peter blocking the only way out of the room, Rocket lost almost all his escape options. Emphasis on almost
“Nuh uh, a baby like you needs to be put back to bed” Without missing a beat Peter strode towards Rocket, baby bottle in hand “Babies need their sleep after all”
As reared Rocket was too bound for the exit, Peter was faster, quick enough to grab Rocket by the scruff of his neck and wrap the disgruntled raccoon in a blanket until he was a little furry bundle of cloth swaddled in his arm. Rocket was once again ready to scream, make it a night no one was going to enjoy, that is until Peter brought up the baby bottle to Rocket’s mouth. The flow of warm milk forced into his maw enough to quell him for the moment.
“Since little baby was cranky, maybe he was just hungry” With a playful squeeze, Rocket felt his bladder empty itself once more. “Might be even a good idea to give your diaper a change too”
The squish of the diaper against Rocket’s groin was a comforting feeling to the raccoon, a bit too reassuring for his liking. The fact that he hadn’t even noticed he had peed himself until Peter brought it up was horrifying in and of itself. Helheim would’ve had to freeze over before he admitted to the other Guardians he was getting used to all this babying stuff. This solitary thought circled Rocket’s mind as he was laid down on the changing table for the second time today.
Rocket couldn’t even look at Peter as he was being changed, forcing his head with the bottle still in his mouth to look off to his side. He couldn’t help but take another gander at his newly renovated room. Not a lick of Rocket the Raccoon was left, only Rocket the baby. No guns no ammo, nothing a mechanic would need; just baby toys and clothes strewn about. A really big room for a really big baby.
Without even noticing it, Peter quickly replaced Rocket’s diaper with an even thicker one, probably the type meant to be worn overnight. The diaper was finally sealed after a dab of lotion and a dash of baby powder. The protective tapes on the side had always been a bane to Rocket, especially since he couldn’t even remove them with his hands immobilized for the duration of his babying.
“And done” Rocket was hoisted once more, the now empty bottle set aside “Let’s get you back to bed now”
As Rocket was laid down to rest, wrapped in blankets once more, he felt the thick plush diaper hug his bottom like a protective field. The Pillow was even softer, gone were the days when he used a ratty old pillow stained with his drool. This was one of the upsides at least of being the team baby. Clean clothes, clean sheets, basically clean everything.
“Now isn’t that better?” With a playful boop on the nose, Peter gave Rocket the kindest smile he’s ever seen come from the terran “Now, no more escape business capiche?”
That boop was the final send-off before Rocket drifted off back into a deep slumber. Sleep was one of the few escapes Rocket had during his time as a baby, welcome as it was he always hated waking up with a full diaper. Rocket believed it just had to have been something in what they were feeding him that made him more liable to use his diaper. Before all this baby business the only time he lost control of his bladder was when he was properly knackered. And that alone was a rarity in itself.
The night went off without a hitch, and a simulated morning came almost immediately. Rocket awoke with a loud yawn, his padded hands wiping away the sleep from his eyes. He could feel his diaper squish under the weight of his body as he moved into a sitting position. A feeling he didn’t want to get used to.
“I am Groot!” The hushed sounds of Groot goading Rocket to wake soon filled the ship as it was his turn to feed Rocekt his breakfast “I am Groot?!”
Groot had been the most on board with all of this baby stuff. Rocket always had an inkling and wanted to treat Rocket like a pet or something in the past, but never like this. This brought back memories of an old job where Groot had to clean Rocket up with a bath and dress him u just to get into some prissy restaurant for a mark that hid there.
“I’m up I’m up, no need to shout!” Rocket could be described as a grumpy baby during these kinds of wake-ups “All that effort to put me to bed only to wake me up so early!”
Without warning nor reply, Rocket was hoisted from his crib high into the air. Groot’s wooden arms proved strong enough to lift the disgruntled raccoon clear above his head. A smile clearly could be seen forming across Groot’s wooden face. For him today was going to be special.
“I am Groot” exclaimed the walking tree, joy palpable with every syllable “I am Groot!”
Rocket found himself in a bear hug next as Groot gave him the warmest and tightest hug he could without smothering the raccoon. Groot had an entire day planned out of just him and Rocket on the ship. A schedule that Rocket would soon get to know better.
“Yeah yeah, no need to shout, let’s get this over with” Rocket pouted and groaned as he motioned to the changing table, as embarrassing as it was, he wanted to spend less time in a used diaper and more time with a clean one “Just change me already”
Groot didn’t have a nose, but he played his part and playfully sniffed the air as he patted Rocket’s diapered bum. The telltale squish of a wet diaper echoes through the room, with Rocket’s face reddening as a result. Humiliating as it was, it only made him want to get a change faster.
“I am Groot!, I am Groot” Rocket rolled his eyes as Groot chided him on his behavior, after all a fussy baby is a bad baby “I am Groot!”
Groot held down Rocket with his branches, each one wrapping around Rocket’s limbs as he used more branches to remove his diaper. The tapes were more susceptible to the prehensile wooden appendages than they were to Rocket’s padded fists and thus became more pliable when Groot removed them. Without spending too much time the big flora colossus bundled up the used diaper and began wiping Rocket down. After using a clean towel and a bit of too much baby powder, Rocket’s rear was once again secured in a new diaper, this time bright pink with a unicorn face right on the bum.
Groot couldn’t help but smile at his handiwork while Rocket could only grumble. Groot was getting a hang of this, all the Guardians were to be honest. Everyone has had their time with Rocket and everyone has been having a blast. Rocket didn’t know what else the other Guardians were doing but he knew they were up to no good at least.
“I am Groot!” off the changing table and into the playpen, Groot effortlessly lifted up Rocket once more “I am Groot”
The playpen had an assortment of baby toys from wooden blocks to stuffed animal plushies that left Rocket with an impression of off-putting rather than cute. The black beady button eyes did not help their case. All classic baby toys and all without any electronics that would have proven helpful in Rocket’s past escape attempts.
“I don’t want to play, I want to get out of here!” Rocket gestured to the toys and back to his wooden compatriot, looking for any sign that his friend would help him escape “C’mon buddy help a guy out here”
The most demeaning toy of all was a toy blaster that Peter brought in as a joke. Tears started to well in Rocket’s eyes before he stopped himself. This was what they wanted, well he wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of seeing him break. The toy blaster served as a reminder to Rocket of what he was and what he stood for. It also didn’t help that the blaster looked like one of the older ones he used a while back.
“I AM GROOT!” Forceful was one word to describe Groot at this moment, before he calmed himself grabbing another toy off the ground “I am Groot”
Groot had been given express orders to spend the day with Rocket as he wished. He had always dreamed of such a day, and now he had it. He was brimming with excitement; ready to play his role to perfection, or as perfect as a walking talking tree could do as a babysitter.
“What do you mean we have the ship to ourselves?” Rocket felt like Groot wasn’t making any sense, they treated him like a baby, but surely they weren’t going to leave him on the ship, right? “Where’s everybody else?”
“I am Groot?” Sheepishly Groot replied, he wasn’t supposed to tell Rocket after all, but the cat’s out of the bag now “I am Groot”
In truth, the Guardians had already taken quite a few missions as pairs or even solo under the Guardian mantle, a lot of ‘em sans Rocket since he often got missions sidetracked after all. So it wasn’t a big change for the other Guardians to make missions and runs without the fussy raccoon. Then again, only Rocket was kept out of the loop and this was sure to have been a surprise for him.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me” Rocket was dumbfounded, dumbfounded that they did leave him like a baby “They left you to babysit me while they’re off on a mission? Unbelievable”
Was he a burden? Useless? These thoughts raced through Rocket’s mind as he tried to find any sort of justification for what the other Guardians did. Then it hit him, he was their baby. He was playing the role of their baby, and you wouldn’t bring a baby to a firefight, right? Rocket couldn’t help but practically shudder as he felt that revelation like a slap in the face, he couldn’t accept that as an answer, he just couldn’t. He wasn’t just a baby after all.
“I am Groot,” A pat on the head did little to calm the raccoon, but Groot relented and continued to pat his best friend’s fluffy little head “I am Groot”
Semantics were not lost to Groot, only to his vocabulary. So in the rare occurrence he could correct Rocket, he does. Comes with the perks of being understood by his friends after all.
“Yes I know it’s believable, it’s a figure of speech” Rocket could only squint and scowl at Groot, his irritation apparent with every word “And what, you volunteered for babysitter duty?”
Babysitter duty, Rocket watch duty, it was all the same to the Guardians be it on missions or at home. Someone had to keep an eye on Rocket, who knows what he could steal next? Be it an arm, eye, leg, or anything that catches his eye, nothing is safe. Had they known how effective the mittens would've been they probably would've tried putting ‘em on him much much sooner.
“I am Groot” There was a gleam in his eyes as he spoke as if today was special for Groot, which in his personal opinion was all that special of a day “I am Groot”
Like a giddy child ready to play with his new toy, Groot reached into a nearby baby closet to pull out an ensemble befitting a baby like Rocket. He pulled out a bright pink bonnet with a matching pink dress that looked like it'd barely go past Rocket's padded tuchus. Next came a frilly bib with an equally frilly lace sure to be perfect for any baby. An ensemble that Rocket abhorred while Groot absolutely loved.
“Uh huh, not hard to believe mr babysitter” Rocket was pouting on the outside, but he had secretly missed being able to talk with someone at all, even if it was Groot “Whatever, if the ship is empty it’s high time I got out of here”
With the rest of the Guardians away, Rocket thought it would be a proper time for another escape attempt. In his mind, Groot proved little to no threat to his escape, even if he'd had Groot keep watch and guard for a good chunk of their time together. With a new diaper and ample sleep, Rocket felt like he could take on the world, or at least Groot in this case.
“I am Groot” Groot had almost forgotten the messiest part of the day for Rocket aside from his changes, feeding time “I am Groot”
Setting aside Rocket's outfit for the day, Groot extended an arm far into the ship's kitchenette to get a jar of the baby food they'd been feeding Rocket recently. A growing baby needed their meals after all.
“No you don’t need to feed me, I can feed myself” Nothing seemed to be working on the mittens but that didn't stop Rocket from trying and gnawing on them “Just need to get rid of these flarkin mittens”
“I am Groot” there was a sense of authority in the way Groot spoke, as if saying Rocket needed to eat the food they were giving him “I am Groot”
The food themselves were common baby food rations, fit for space travel and fit for consumption. But there was a secret ingredient that they failed to mention to Rocket, the kind of ingredient that has only aggravated his incontinence. The only catch is he has to continually have an intake of the stuff for it to affect him, as most laxatives tend to do.
“Oh, you insist, do you?” Shakily, Rocket managed to stand up, his center of gravity shifting with how the diaper seemed to spread his legs a bit. “Well, you can feed me if you can catch me!”
His gait was awkward, his speed almost cumbersome, all the more reason why Groot quickly caught the rogue raccoon and put him in a high chair he had also taken the liberty of getting from the kitchen. Having a babysitter with a near infinite number of appendages did have its upsides, but it sure was one helluva hurdle for Rocket. This was going to be harder than Rocket thought.
“I am GROOT!” Groot cradled Rocket like the baby he was being treated and brought a baby bottle closer to Rocket’s face, beckoning the raccoon with a forceful shove of the bottle’s nipple to his lips “I AM GROOT!”
Rocket begrudgingly opened his mouth and began suckling on the milk-like substance they put in the bottle. The liquid was warm and sickly sweet. There was a fruity aftertaste that came, something between honey and apple by the taste of it. Rocket had been fed so much of this baby milk and baby mush that all the tastes were mixing, yet at the same time, he began to get better and better at identifying them.
“Sheesh fine, so ya caught me” Rocket didn’t know what he was expecting, he couldn’t even walk properly in his getup much less run “Doesn’t mean I’m gonna like it!”
Rocket had begun to take a liking to the taste of baby food, he just didn’t want to admit it. Mantis was the first to catch onto it as she felt him fill with some sort of joy when given some of the food. She noted he seemed to favor peaches and bananas over the other flavors. This was a note that she happily shared with the rest of the Guardians when they were out buying more supplies without Rocket.
“I am Groot?” Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, Groot knew this to be true for most carbon-based lifeforms, especially babies. But as soon as he saw Rocket had drunk more than half of the bottle’s contents, he was excited to move on to the next item on their itinerary “I am Groot!”
With a quick turn and a few pats on the back Rocket instinctively burped. He felt himself blush at his sudden belching, he missed back when he belched at his own beck and call. Much to his chagrin, he felt his stomach clear up much better, the burping just the thing that he needed. This continued for a few minutes just until Groot was sure there was nothing left to burp out.
“What I wasn’t finished!” Rocket blurted out as the half-empty bottle was put away for the moment and his burping finally finished “Errr… I meant I’m glad I didn’t finish that slop!”
Rocket was forced to stand up on his feet once more, his babysitter standing tall with baby clothes in hand. There was a flurry of branches and leaves that moved faster than Rocket could even understand what was happening. Soon enough Rocket was standing wearing the ensemble Groot had presented him earlier, and he felt more ridiculous than he looked.
“I am Groot!” Groot was gushing with pride, happy with himself and the outfit he had chosen. Rocket was looking cuter and babier than his expectations “I am Groot”
Rocket was lifted and moved in front of the tall standing mirror waiting at the corner of the room. His jaw dropped to the floor with how he looked. The pink was bright and blaring, his brown and white fur a stark contrast to the bright frilly pastel covering him from head to toe. Even his mittens and booties were replaced with a pinker version of themselves. Rocket looked nothing like how he envisioned himself. Heck, if anyone saw him outside he was pretty sure no one would even associate himself with, well himself. He was first and foremost, a baby in their eyes.
“What’s with all this stuff?” Rocket was dumbfounded, never in his life had he imagined he’d see himself dressed like this “I ain’t no girl and I sure as hell ain’t wearing this thing!”
Rocket tried to tear at the dress’s fabric, but with his claws hidden away, he did little more than give the dress a few awkward creases. The lack of progress only added fuel to the fire that was Rocket’s growing annoyance. Being treated like a baby was one thing for him, but being treated like a baby girl was another.
“I am Groot!” Groot was gushing, his joy was palpable as he couldn’t stand still looking at Rocket “I am Groot”
Groot took out his pad and began taking pictures of Rocket from varying angles. All showcased his pouty face and cute backside, each picture showcasing a bratty Rocket on the verge of a tantrum. Each picture was a moment that Groot would love to cherish, he was thinking along the lines of a photo album that everyone on the ship could enjoy when looking back.
“I am not cute and I am not a baby” Tears were beginning to well just at the edge of Rocket’s eyes, and Groot had begun to notice Rocket fighting them back “Just get this off of me”
Futile was one word to describe Rocket, desperate was another. His once pristine dress was soon dirtied and creased as he managed to fall on his backside in an attempt to get better leverage on his embarrassing attire. The baby clothes were made for a much more, let’s say rowdy race of babies, and as such it did not bend to an enhanced earth raccoon’s will. If anything it could be said that the dress was as impenetrable as some forms of armor, in theory.
“I am Groot” In this moment Groot adopted a chiding tone when talking with Rocket, or as much as he could with his vocabulary “I am Groot”
Not wanting any more of Rocket’s backtalk Groot took the nearby pacifier gag and strapped it snugly onto Rocket’s still open maw. Gone were the raccoon’s protests, replaced by muffled moans of disdain and equally disgruntled grunting. Once Rocket learned that his words were going to be useless his mouth instinctively started suckling on the pacifier, an act befitting of any fussy baby when given their favorite binky.
“MMMMMMPPPPPHHH MMMMM!” Rocket looked like he was having a full-on tantrum, unable to speak he could only flail about on the floor, uselessly giving muffled shouts in his throes of anger. This went on for minutes until Groot swaddled Rocket in his arms once more. Rocket was still a bundle of furry rage, but Groot was going to handle him like any babysitter would.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
The ship was quiet, not a peep save for the snoring from Drax’s quarters. Tonight was the night, in Rocket’s head, and it was the perfect night for an escape. Rocket had been known to be a part of a prison break now and again, sometimes with him even at the helm. But prison breaks tended to be a bit harder when it was with the crew you often escaped with, or when it was escaping from your bedroom.
With mitted paws and booted feet, Rocket clambered to the edge of his crib, standing on his tippy toes to better grasp the situation. All of the Guardians had come back from another exhausting mission without Rocket and were tired. Rocket couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of them being at their wit’s end without him out there. His tail wagged with anticipation at his escape.
It was hard trying to undo the latches and straps that held him in place every night. With a practically non-prehensile tail, Rocket was lucky he even undid the buckles at all. After tonight, no more diapers for Rocket, he deserved to get out of the ship in something other than a onesie, and maybe a bit of revenge too.
Quiet as a mouse, and sneaky as he is, Rocket heaved himself over the edge of his crib. With his hands covered in his thick mittens, he couldn't help but fall on his rump. The soft material of the diaper on his crotch served as a much-needed break to his fall. Much to his chagrin, he was happy how the cotton layer muffled his fall, though it did leave him walking with a strange gait.
Rocket’s room had been converted into a makeshift nursery, even with the all too real pile of toys strewn across the floor that Rocket so eagerly did not put away. Every step towards the door was made with careful precision, each motion precise enough to avoid making a sound; or as precise as one can making an escape wearing a diaper.
“Tut tut tut, what do we have here?” The doors that laid before Rocket soon swung open to reveal the all too familiar smug smile of Peter Quill, Rocket’s babysitter for the night “Another one of your classic prison breaks?”
Peter put a finger to his lips as if sushing Rocket. All the other Guardians were asleep after all, and he didn’t want to wake them. Peter himself was tired, but he had the gut feeling that Rocket was going to pull something, and he was happy he was right.
“Heeeey, Quill” Rocket tried to act confident, but having been babied for a few days left him lacking in that department “Dind’t expect to see you up”
Rocket had no weapons, no gear, nothing on him. He wanted to make a break for it, get on the escape pod, and get a few days alone to get rid of this baby nonsense. But with his hands, as they are and Peter standing in his way. Escape seemed less and less of an option.
“Yeah, had to keep an eye on the baby” Peter raised a communicator with a screen showing a live feed of the nursery AKA Rocket’s room “Ya know, being a responsible parent and all”
There it is again. For the past few days, Rocket couldn’t help but think about how Peter kept insisting he was a parent—a parent taking care of his baby. This dynamic seemed odd to Rocket at first, but it slowly started to become something the tall Terran wanted to make a permanent dynamic.
“C’mon Quill we can talk about this,” Rocket awkwardly shuffled in place, it didn’t help that he had been holding in his pee since he woke up “You’ve had your fun and I say let’s stop with all this baby nonsense”
There was tension in the air as Rocket’s eyes darted around the room. With Peter blocking the only way out of the room, Rocket lost almost all his escape options. Emphasis on almost
“Nuh uh, a baby like you needs to be put back to bed” Without missing a beat Peter strode towards Rocket, baby bottle in hand “Babies need their sleep after all”
As reared Rocket was too bound for the exit, Peter was faster, quick enough to grab Rocket by the scruff of his neck and wrap the disgruntled raccoon in a blanket until he was a little furry bundle of cloth swaddled in his arm. Rocket was once again ready to scream, make it a night no one was going to enjoy, that is until Peter brought up the baby bottle to Rocket’s mouth. The flow of warm milk forced into his maw enough to quell him for the moment.
“Since little baby was cranky, maybe he was just hungry” With a playful squeeze, Rocket felt his bladder empty itself once more. “Might be even a good idea to give your diaper a change too”
The squish of the diaper against Rocket’s groin was a comforting feeling to the raccoon, a bit too reassuring for his liking. The fact that he hadn’t even noticed he had peed himself until Peter brought it up was horrifying in and of itself. Helheim would’ve had to freeze over before he admitted to the other Guardians he was getting used to all this babying stuff. This solitary thought circled Rocket’s mind as he was laid down on the changing table for the second time today.
Rocket couldn’t even look at Peter as he was being changed, forcing his head with the bottle still in his mouth to look off to his side. He couldn’t help but take another gander at his newly renovated room. Not a lick of Rocket the Raccoon was left, only Rocket the baby. No guns no ammo, nothing a mechanic would need; just baby toys and clothes strewn about. A really big room for a really big baby.
Without even noticing it, Peter quickly replaced Rocket’s diaper with an even thicker one, probably the type meant to be worn overnight. The diaper was finally sealed after a dab of lotion and a dash of baby powder. The protective tapes on the side had always been a bane to Rocket, especially since he couldn’t even remove them with his hands immobilized for the duration of his babying.
“And done” Rocket was hoisted once more, the now empty bottle set aside “Let’s get you back to bed now”
As Rocket was laid down to rest, wrapped in blankets once more, he felt the thick plush diaper hug his bottom like a protective field. The Pillow was even softer, gone were the days when he used a ratty old pillow stained with his drool. This was one of the upsides at least of being the team baby. Clean clothes, clean sheets, basically clean everything.
“Now isn’t that better?” With a playful boop on the nose, Peter gave Rocket the kindest smile he’s ever seen come from the terran “Now, no more escape business capiche?”
That boop was the final send-off before Rocket drifted off back into a deep slumber. Sleep was one of the few escapes Rocket had during his time as a baby, welcome as it was he always hated waking up with a full diaper. Rocket believed it just had to have been something in what they were feeding him that made him more liable to use his diaper. Before all this baby business the only time he lost control of his bladder was when he was properly knackered. And that alone was a rarity in itself.
The night went off without a hitch, and a simulated morning came almost immediately. Rocket awoke with a loud yawn, his padded hands wiping away the sleep from his eyes. He could feel his diaper squish under the weight of his body as he moved into a sitting position. A feeling he didn’t want to get used to.
“I am Groot!” The hushed sounds of Groot goading Rocket to wake soon filled the ship as it was his turn to feed Rocekt his breakfast “I am Groot?!”
Groot had been the most on board with all of this baby stuff. Rocket always had an inkling and wanted to treat Rocket like a pet or something in the past, but never like this. This brought back memories of an old job where Groot had to clean Rocket up with a bath and dress him u just to get into some prissy restaurant for a mark that hid there.
“I’m up I’m up, no need to shout!” Rocket could be described as a grumpy baby during these kinds of wake-ups “All that effort to put me to bed only to wake me up so early!”
Without warning nor reply, Rocket was hoisted from his crib high into the air. Groot’s wooden arms proved strong enough to lift the disgruntled raccoon clear above his head. A smile clearly could be seen forming across Groot’s wooden face. For him today was going to be special.
“I am Groot” exclaimed the walking tree, joy palpable with every syllable “I am Groot!”
Rocket found himself in a bear hug next as Groot gave him the warmest and tightest hug he could without smothering the raccoon. Groot had an entire day planned out of just him and Rocket on the ship. A schedule that Rocket would soon get to know better.
“Yeah yeah, no need to shout, let’s get this over with” Rocket pouted and groaned as he motioned to the changing table, as embarrassing as it was, he wanted to spend less time in a used diaper and more time with a clean one “Just change me already”
Groot didn’t have a nose, but he played his part and playfully sniffed the air as he patted Rocket’s diapered bum. The telltale squish of a wet diaper echoes through the room, with Rocket’s face reddening as a result. Humiliating as it was, it only made him want to get a change faster.
“I am Groot!, I am Groot” Rocket rolled his eyes as Groot chided him on his behavior, after all a fussy baby is a bad baby “I am Groot!”
Groot held down Rocket with his branches, each one wrapping around Rocket’s limbs as he used more branches to remove his diaper. The tapes were more susceptible to the prehensile wooden appendages than they were to Rocket’s padded fists and thus became more pliable when Groot removed them. Without spending too much time the big flora colossus bundled up the used diaper and began wiping Rocket down. After using a clean towel and a bit of too much baby powder, Rocket’s rear was once again secured in a new diaper, this time bright pink with a unicorn face right on the bum.
Groot couldn’t help but smile at his handiwork while Rocket could only grumble. Groot was getting a hang of this, all the Guardians were to be honest. Everyone has had their time with Rocket and everyone has been having a blast. Rocket didn’t know what else the other Guardians were doing but he knew they were up to no good at least.
“I am Groot!” off the changing table and into the playpen, Groot effortlessly lifted up Rocket once more “I am Groot”
The playpen had an assortment of baby toys from wooden blocks to stuffed animal plushies that left Rocket with an impression of off-putting rather than cute. The black beady button eyes did not help their case. All classic baby toys and all without any electronics that would have proven helpful in Rocket’s past escape attempts.
“I don’t want to play, I want to get out of here!” Rocket gestured to the toys and back to his wooden compatriot, looking for any sign that his friend would help him escape “C’mon buddy help a guy out here”
The most demeaning toy of all was a toy blaster that Peter brought in as a joke. Tears started to well in Rocket’s eyes before he stopped himself. This was what they wanted, well he wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of seeing him break. The toy blaster served as a reminder to Rocket of what he was and what he stood for. It also didn’t help that the blaster looked like one of the older ones he used a while back.
“I AM GROOT!” Forceful was one word to describe Groot at this moment, before he calmed himself grabbing another toy off the ground “I am Groot”
Groot had been given express orders to spend the day with Rocket as he wished. He had always dreamed of such a day, and now he had it. He was brimming with excitement; ready to play his role to perfection, or as perfect as a walking talking tree could do as a babysitter.
“What do you mean we have the ship to ourselves?” Rocket felt like Groot wasn’t making any sense, they treated him like a baby, but surely they weren’t going to leave him on the ship, right? “Where’s everybody else?”
“I am Groot?” Sheepishly Groot replied, he wasn’t supposed to tell Rocket after all, but the cat’s out of the bag now “I am Groot”
In truth, the Guardians had already taken quite a few missions as pairs or even solo under the Guardian mantle, a lot of ‘em sans Rocket since he often got missions sidetracked after all. So it wasn’t a big change for the other Guardians to make missions and runs without the fussy raccoon. Then again, only Rocket was kept out of the loop and this was sure to have been a surprise for him.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me” Rocket was dumbfounded, dumbfounded that they did leave him like a baby “They left you to babysit me while they’re off on a mission? Unbelievable”
Was he a burden? Useless? These thoughts raced through Rocket’s mind as he tried to find any sort of justification for what the other Guardians did. Then it hit him, he was their baby. He was playing the role of their baby, and you wouldn’t bring a baby to a firefight, right? Rocket couldn’t help but practically shudder as he felt that revelation like a slap in the face, he couldn’t accept that as an answer, he just couldn’t. He wasn’t just a baby after all.
“I am Groot,” A pat on the head did little to calm the raccoon, but Groot relented and continued to pat his best friend’s fluffy little head “I am Groot”
Semantics were not lost to Groot, only to his vocabulary. So in the rare occurrence he could correct Rocket, he does. Comes with the perks of being understood by his friends after all.
“Yes I know it’s believable, it’s a figure of speech” Rocket could only squint and scowl at Groot, his irritation apparent with every word “And what, you volunteered for babysitter duty?”
Babysitter duty, Rocket watch duty, it was all the same to the Guardians be it on missions or at home. Someone had to keep an eye on Rocket, who knows what he could steal next? Be it an arm, eye, leg, or anything that catches his eye, nothing is safe. Had they known how effective the mittens would've been they probably would've tried putting ‘em on him much much sooner.
“I am Groot” There was a gleam in his eyes as he spoke as if today was special for Groot, which in his personal opinion was all that special of a day “I am Groot”
Like a giddy child ready to play with his new toy, Groot reached into a nearby baby closet to pull out an ensemble befitting a baby like Rocket. He pulled out a bright pink bonnet with a matching pink dress that looked like it'd barely go past Rocket's padded tuchus. Next came a frilly bib with an equally frilly lace sure to be perfect for any baby. An ensemble that Rocket abhorred while Groot absolutely loved.
“Uh huh, not hard to believe mr babysitter” Rocket was pouting on the outside, but he had secretly missed being able to talk with someone at all, even if it was Groot “Whatever, if the ship is empty it’s high time I got out of here”
With the rest of the Guardians away, Rocket thought it would be a proper time for another escape attempt. In his mind, Groot proved little to no threat to his escape, even if he'd had Groot keep watch and guard for a good chunk of their time together. With a new diaper and ample sleep, Rocket felt like he could take on the world, or at least Groot in this case.
“I am Groot” Groot had almost forgotten the messiest part of the day for Rocket aside from his changes, feeding time “I am Groot”
Setting aside Rocket's outfit for the day, Groot extended an arm far into the ship's kitchenette to get a jar of the baby food they'd been feeding Rocket recently. A growing baby needed their meals after all.
“No you don’t need to feed me, I can feed myself” Nothing seemed to be working on the mittens but that didn't stop Rocket from trying and gnawing on them “Just need to get rid of these flarkin mittens”
“I am Groot” there was a sense of authority in the way Groot spoke, as if saying Rocket needed to eat the food they were giving him “I am Groot”
The food themselves were common baby food rations, fit for space travel and fit for consumption. But there was a secret ingredient that they failed to mention to Rocket, the kind of ingredient that has only aggravated his incontinence. The only catch is he has to continually have an intake of the stuff for it to affect him, as most laxatives tend to do.
“Oh, you insist, do you?” Shakily, Rocket managed to stand up, his center of gravity shifting with how the diaper seemed to spread his legs a bit. “Well, you can feed me if you can catch me!”
His gait was awkward, his speed almost cumbersome, all the more reason why Groot quickly caught the rogue raccoon and put him in a high chair he had also taken the liberty of getting from the kitchen. Having a babysitter with a near infinite number of appendages did have its upsides, but it sure was one helluva hurdle for Rocket. This was going to be harder than Rocket thought.
“I am GROOT!” Groot cradled Rocket like the baby he was being treated and brought a baby bottle closer to Rocket’s face, beckoning the raccoon with a forceful shove of the bottle’s nipple to his lips “I AM GROOT!”
Rocket begrudgingly opened his mouth and began suckling on the milk-like substance they put in the bottle. The liquid was warm and sickly sweet. There was a fruity aftertaste that came, something between honey and apple by the taste of it. Rocket had been fed so much of this baby milk and baby mush that all the tastes were mixing, yet at the same time, he began to get better and better at identifying them.
“Sheesh fine, so ya caught me” Rocket didn’t know what he was expecting, he couldn’t even walk properly in his getup much less run “Doesn’t mean I’m gonna like it!”
Rocket had begun to take a liking to the taste of baby food, he just didn’t want to admit it. Mantis was the first to catch onto it as she felt him fill with some sort of joy when given some of the food. She noted he seemed to favor peaches and bananas over the other flavors. This was a note that she happily shared with the rest of the Guardians when they were out buying more supplies without Rocket.
“I am Groot?” Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, Groot knew this to be true for most carbon-based lifeforms, especially babies. But as soon as he saw Rocket had drunk more than half of the bottle’s contents, he was excited to move on to the next item on their itinerary “I am Groot!”
With a quick turn and a few pats on the back Rocket instinctively burped. He felt himself blush at his sudden belching, he missed back when he belched at his own beck and call. Much to his chagrin, he felt his stomach clear up much better, the burping just the thing that he needed. This continued for a few minutes just until Groot was sure there was nothing left to burp out.
“What I wasn’t finished!” Rocket blurted out as the half-empty bottle was put away for the moment and his burping finally finished “Errr… I meant I’m glad I didn’t finish that slop!”
Rocket was forced to stand up on his feet once more, his babysitter standing tall with baby clothes in hand. There was a flurry of branches and leaves that moved faster than Rocket could even understand what was happening. Soon enough Rocket was standing wearing the ensemble Groot had presented him earlier, and he felt more ridiculous than he looked.
“I am Groot!” Groot was gushing with pride, happy with himself and the outfit he had chosen. Rocket was looking cuter and babier than his expectations “I am Groot”
Rocket was lifted and moved in front of the tall standing mirror waiting at the corner of the room. His jaw dropped to the floor with how he looked. The pink was bright and blaring, his brown and white fur a stark contrast to the bright frilly pastel covering him from head to toe. Even his mittens and booties were replaced with a pinker version of themselves. Rocket looked nothing like how he envisioned himself. Heck, if anyone saw him outside he was pretty sure no one would even associate himself with, well himself. He was first and foremost, a baby in their eyes.
“What’s with all this stuff?” Rocket was dumbfounded, never in his life had he imagined he’d see himself dressed like this “I ain’t no girl and I sure as hell ain’t wearing this thing!”
Rocket tried to tear at the dress’s fabric, but with his claws hidden away, he did little more than give the dress a few awkward creases. The lack of progress only added fuel to the fire that was Rocket’s growing annoyance. Being treated like a baby was one thing for him, but being treated like a baby girl was another.
“I am Groot!” Groot was gushing, his joy was palpable as he couldn’t stand still looking at Rocket “I am Groot”
Groot took out his pad and began taking pictures of Rocket from varying angles. All showcased his pouty face and cute backside, each picture showcasing a bratty Rocket on the verge of a tantrum. Each picture was a moment that Groot would love to cherish, he was thinking along the lines of a photo album that everyone on the ship could enjoy when looking back.
“I am not cute and I am not a baby” Tears were beginning to well just at the edge of Rocket’s eyes, and Groot had begun to notice Rocket fighting them back “Just get this off of me”
Futile was one word to describe Rocket, desperate was another. His once pristine dress was soon dirtied and creased as he managed to fall on his backside in an attempt to get better leverage on his embarrassing attire. The baby clothes were made for a much more, let’s say rowdy race of babies, and as such it did not bend to an enhanced earth raccoon’s will. If anything it could be said that the dress was as impenetrable as some forms of armor, in theory.
“I am Groot” In this moment Groot adopted a chiding tone when talking with Rocket, or as much as he could with his vocabulary “I am Groot”
Not wanting any more of Rocket’s backtalk Groot took the nearby pacifier gag and strapped it snugly onto Rocket’s still open maw. Gone were the raccoon’s protests, replaced by muffled moans of disdain and equally disgruntled grunting. Once Rocket learned that his words were going to be useless his mouth instinctively started suckling on the pacifier, an act befitting of any fussy baby when given their favorite binky.
“MMMMMMPPPPPHHH MMMMM!” Rocket looked like he was having a full-on tantrum, unable to speak he could only flail about on the floor, uselessly giving muffled shouts in his throes of anger. This went on for minutes until Groot swaddled Rocket in his arms once more. Rocket was still a bundle of furry rage, but Groot was going to handle him like any babysitter would.
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