You are dry

Ultimately, Queen Talisa removes her hand from your diaper, and she announces "It would seem he's still clean."

She sounds a little disappointed. Was she actually hoping to change you?

"The next time he wets, you can be the one to change him," Queen Margaery offers the healer.

"I appreciate that, Margaery," Talisa tells the daughter of Highgarden, smiling, "Although Robb and I have only been wed for a short time, we have already started trying for a child. As of yet, I am not pregnant. However, I would like to prepare for motherhood in any way possible."

"Well, you are welcome to tend to Brynden with the rest of us," says Margaery, pulling you close and wrapping your side in a firm embrace.

"I would be happy to," says Talisa, sitting on your other side and embracing you, as well. You find yourself in the arms of two half-naked women, both of whom are queens. "Is that why you treat him this way? To ready yourself for when your first babe is born?"

"We have several reasons for this treatment," Margaery admits, "One of which is that. Another is to show him proper love and affection. You see, Talisa, Brynden has been alone for almost his entire life. We are giving him the attention he was denied in his youth."

"Caring for him IS quite similar to caring for a real babe," Catelyn remarks, reaching out and stroking your head tenderly, "Only he is much more compliant and understanding."

"And his nappies are bigger," Mira japes, patting your diapered crotch. You blush again, and the ladies snicker at your reaction.

"That is not the only thing that's bigger," Sera adds, gazing down at your padding. You know full well she is referring to the thing within your nappies. You blush even redder, and the ladies just snicker more loudly.

After the laughter dies down, everyone cuddles close together to share their body heat. Margaery and Talisa cling to either of your sides. The queens' large bosoms press into both of your arms, causing your manhood to form a tent in your diapers.

The tent does not go unnoticed by the ladies. Every now and then, one of them reaches down and lightly pats, rubs, or presses against it. Most of the time, they only tease you for a few seconds. A couple times, however, they stroke you through the diapers slowly and sensually. They never bring you to a climax, though. Any time you get close to release, they relent. You are frustrated, but you do not complain. You should be grateful just to have all this attention.

As you sit in this carriage with these beautiful women, you wonder how the siege of King's Landing is going.