Diaper change.

"I hope you had a pleasant trip, My lady," said the Head Maid.

The Head Maid, having been named "Margret" during the character creation-process, took a few steps and, with maternal confidence, put her hand against Isabela's skirt. Unused to such contact, Isa's hands shot up, her knees locking as she blushed.

"W-What are you doing?"

"Oh my. Looks like someone needs changing."

Isa was amazed, the maid being able to feel how firm and used her diaper was even past the many frilly layers of her skirt.

The Head Maid gave her a smile, and suddenly a text-box popped into view.

[Diaper Change]

[Accept / Decline]

Caretaker NPCs had the option of either needing or not needing permission to have the player's diapers changed. While not needing permission would have made it a little more immersive since babies typically didn't ask to be changed, Isa designed the setting to where the players were pampered like aristocrats, so having the caretakers ask first was appropriate.

"Accept."

The text-box disappeared.

"Very good, My Lady. Let's get you properly situated and then you can relax."

The older woman grabbed Isa by the hand and led her to a nearby changing table.

The table was anachronistically modern, sitting in the shadow of the staircase that stretched up to the upper-levels from the very front of the room. While Isa considered only having changing table in washrooms and living quarters, she considered having changing supplies in every other room since

Suddenly, the puffy skirt and pantyhose she was wearing dematerialized, leaving the corset portion of her dress all that was left. It revealed her diaper, the same one she had been wearing when she started playing the day before, not having bothered changing it while she was busy making the mansion. Because of this, the undergarment had doubled in size, stained completely yellow. It was amazing it hadn't leaked all over the place. She was also surprised that it still felt warm on her, surprised it hadn't cooled off by now.

"Up we go."

She was sat down on the cushion of the table and pushed onto her back before she was strapped onto it. Margeret undid the tapes and opened it. Despite how disgusted she was by it, Isabela was surprised that she could actually smell her pee. Not alot of VR bothered to include smell into their programs, something usually saved for food-based games.

Margert wiped her down methodically, almost as though she had done it her entirely life, threw away the soiled diaper into a pail next to her before putting an unused one under her, powdering her and strapping her up.

"There we go, little miss." She patted the plastic cover of the unused diaper approvingy before unstrapping Isa and helping sit her up.