"How was your bath, Brynden?" Daenerys asks.
"It was rather refreshing, Your Grace," you answer, grinning.
"Excellent," says the blond princess, grinning back. You notice Doreah is holding a large bag in her hands. You assume the contents must be your new clothes. "Now, let's get you into something more comfortable. Lay down on the bed, please."
That confuses you a little. You remark "Shouldn't I remain standing if I'm going to get dressed?"
"Normally, yes," Daenerys mutters, "However, the garments we're going to put on you will require lying down instead."
That response just confuses you more. It also takes you by surprise. You assume "Do you mean to say you wish for your handmaids to dress me, Your Grace?"
"No," Daenerys informs you, "I mean to dress you myself."
Now you are completely speechless. You can't even find words anymore. While you are in the midst of your astonishment, Daenerys states "Irri, Jhiqui."
At that, the handmaids take ahold of your arms again, and they bring you over to the bed and have you lie down. They then remove your towel, exposing you. You try to cover yourself, but Irri and Jhiqui pin your arms to your sides.
"Just relax," Daenerys encourages you, "There is no need to feel embarrassed."
The soothing tone of her voice has a calming effect on you. After you settle down, the blond princess and the Lyseni girl approach the bed. You cannot bring yourself to make eye contact with them. You just stare straight up at the ceiling and try to keep calm. You also try not to get too excited. That is not easy; as you are surrounded by four very beautiful women.
While you are struggling not to freak out, Doreah hands Daenerys the bag. The princess kneels in front of you, opens the bag, and removes some items from it. Doreah then takes ahold of your ankles and lifts your legs up. You feel Daenerys slide something under your bottom, and Doreah lowers you onto it. Whatever it is, it is rather thick and soft. Daenerys then brings part of the soft garment up between your legs. While holding the center of it in place on your abdomen, she brings the other parts up around your sides and she fastens them in place. Your entire private area is now encased in something bulky yet comfortable.
Daenerys happily declares "There. You can sit up now, Brynden."
Irri and Jhiqui release your arms, and they help you sit up. Once you are composed, you curiously gaze down at your crotch. When you see what Daenerys has dressed you in, your eyes widen in surprise.
She has put you in a diaper. Oddly enough, the diaper seems to fit you perfectly. Almost as though it was meant for you. Or someone with your measurements.
You slowly look up at Daenerys, who is still smiling. You mutter awkwardly "Your Grace...?"
"This is the other reason I wished to share my chamber with you," the princess reveals, "My son died in childbirth, and I was told I may never have another child again. You, meanwhile, have never known a mother's love. Therefore, I wish to care for you as though you were my own babe. This would solve both our problems."
"Yes... it would," you state quietly. As strange as this situation may seem, it is also the perfect opportunity to finally experience motherly love. Wearing diapers would be a small price to pay in exchange. In fact, you cannot deny that the diapers themselves are actually somewhat pleasant. In time, you may come to enjoy them.
On this subject, is there anything abnormal about your padding?
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