Lois allows herself to be diapered

Lois looked at the woman suspiciously. "Thanks, but I'm good," the reporter said. "Just curious, but I'm not here to roleplay." She examined the room further, the bright colors, the cartoon characters, all the toys scattered about.

The matron smiled at her warmly. "I understand," the woman said. "In that case, you'll need to leave. I'll call one of the bouncers to escort you back..."

"No, no, no," Lois pleaded. She couldn't resist getting caught, not now. The nursery was odd, certainly, but she needed to investigate further to see if it was connected to the missing women. With a heavy sigh and her shoulders slumping, Lois looked at the older woman. "Fine. I'll wear a... diaper." Just saying the word made the reporter's face go red.

"Wonderful!" the matron said, clapping her hands happily. She started to help Lois onto the table, but the crafty reporter waved her off.

The paper crinkled as she sat down on it. "I'm fine, I don't need any help," Lois said defensively.

"I disagree," the matron said. "But we'll deal with that later. Do you need help getting your pants off?"

Lois glared at from the table. "Of course I don't," Lois said. "I'm a grown fucking woman." She dug her thumbs into the waistband of her shiny red disco pants and shimmied them off. "How about you give me the diaper and I put it on?"

The matron was amused by that. "Don't be silly, this is part of the service, dearie," she said.

Lois wasn't eager to slip her thong underwear off, but she let out a yelp as the woman seized them and yanked the thin material down her hips. "Hey!" Lois snapped.

"Your current underwear is a bit naughty, isn't it?" the kindly woman said, chastising Lois. The reporter was about to object, but yelped again as the woman started to clean her crotch with a cold baby wipe. "Hush, sweetie. This won't take long."

Crossing her arms over her black spandex crop top, Lois tried not to make eye contact with the woman, staring instead at the ceiling above her, where more silly cartoon characters were on decals. It was enough to make the undercover reporter groan. "I can't believe some people enjoy this."

A generous helping of talcum powder came next, and the older woman rubbed it into Lois crotch and butt. Her hands were gentle, but Lois blushed when the woman's hands lingered too long on the lips of her vagina. Soon the area was completely covered, and Lois heard a crinkle as the woman took a pink diaper from the box. "Seriously, pink?" Lois said.

"Perfect for a little girly girl," the matron said happily. "See, it's got cute little fairies on it." She seized Lois by the ankles with surprising strength, and hoisted her butt off the table. The diaper was quickly slid underneath her, and as Lois was lowered back down onto the table, she heard another crinkle as her butt met the material. There was even more crinkling and tape stretching, as the older woman folded the diaper into place over Lois' crotch. Soon, it was on, and Lois Lane could feel the puffy garment she was now dressed in. Looking down, she was disgusted at the pink color, the cute little fairies, the fact that she was wearing a fucking diaper! But she had to do this, she had to keep up her cover, she had to find those missing women. "All done!"

She helped Lois sit up, but the reporter noticed how awkwardly she had to sit, how the diaper kept her legs from closing all the way. It was an awkward, humiliating feeling, but one she would have to endure if she was going to investigate this strange nursery. "Great," Lois said, sarcastically. "I guess I'll be going now."

But the woman pushed her back onto the table, again with surprising strength. She looked Lois over, noticing her black spandex top, her short biker jacket, her excessive clubbing makeup, her teased hair. "Sweetie," the older woman said, her voice rebuking but still strangely kind. "Do you really think these are appropriate?"

Her hands seized Lois' feet, and the strappy high heels the reporter wore as part of her disguise. "What?" Lois said, beginning to get annoyed with the odd woman. "They're heels, lots of women wear them clubbing."

The woman only shook her head at Lois' response. "Yes, dear," she said. "I know you were playing dress-up earlier, but that's enough pretend time, let's get these off." She unstrapped the heels and snatched them from Lois' feet, leaving the reporter sitting on the table. Now she was diapered and barefoot, but at least she still had her jacket and crop top. The kindly woman looked her over again. "So much work to do."

"Yep!" Lois said. "You do seem busy, but don't worry, I'll be fine in the nursery on my own." Lois was eager to continue her investigation. The sooner she did, the sooner she could get out of this stupid pink diaper.

From the security room, Toyman continued to watch the situation. The matron handling Lois, the reporter now diapered like an adult baby. It was time for the next step.

The woman handed Lois back her sippy cup. "Actually, you're a lucky girl. We have some special treats in store, just for you!"