Embarrassing Evaluation...

As you're sat down on the table, Misha undoes your clothing and even gives your sensitive nipples a light pinch as she giggles. When she pulls off your bottoms, she smiles and says "Pants don't fit a baby like you at all! You need a neat little set of special diapie-wipies~" You smile in contentment as you lay down, hand over your belly as you appreciate your meal.

Suddenly, you hear a whirr and a whizz, like some sort of automatic door opening, though she pays it no mind. Misha browses the cupboard for diapers, a keen yet blank look on her face with a finger on her lips and the other pointing at the choices infront of her.

"Hey Misha, is our client... oh sorry, I mean, your new baby ready for his first evaluation?", a distinctly male voice rings out, "Oh yes! I just gave him his first meal and as you can see, he's absolutely stuffed~" She reaches over and places a hand on your full gut, making it jiggle with what she put in there...

Though you're more worried about someone other than your made-to-order Mommy seeing you like this! You try to sit up, and cover yourself with your hands as the footsteps seem to climb some sort of mini-staircase beside the table so that normal people can get on top. Unfortunately, there's nothing to cover yourself with, and your hands make poor coverings...

"Whoa there, no need to feel embarrassed. You doing well? I just have some questions about the experience thus far is all" He was not mocking you at all, more like he knew and almost condoned it, his hands gestured to a questionnaire on a datapad, as if to assure you this is purely formal. "Uh yeah, sure..." you say kind of embarrassedly.

"Perfect! Misha, mind waiting for a bit till we're done?" He motions to Misha who nods and shortly leaves through a different, much larger door. "Big, isn't she..." He ponders, making you realize that you weren't small, its just Misha who was absolutely huge, before coming back to you "So here we go!"

He starts asking questions, his mind fully onto taking the right information from you about how Misha was treating you, how you liked the taste of her cum, how her scent makes you feel, so on and so forth, eventually, it came to personal questions, like the name of your mother which for some reason was almost hazy in your mind because you almost answered Misha... then your first crush, your favorite food, questions you already answered prior to getting this service, and you assumed were mostly inconsequential.

Finally, he invites Misha back in, "So how did my baby boy do?", the man absently groped her breast as he showed her the results and discussed in hushed tones only the two of them could understand. Misha finally looks at you, as the man takes his leave, "Aww you poor baby! Don't worry Mommy will make sure you don't think about anyone else ever again!" as she lifted you up and embraced you tight into her massive breasts, before setting you back down onto the table... "But first, our cutie patootie needs a big soft diaper for his cute widdle wee wee... Mwah~" She gives a light kiss onto your exposed cock, putting you at the knife's edge of orgasm, as she giggles and picks out a particularly childish diaper~