"It'll be a while longer before we reach the Red Keep," Queen Margaery informs the other queen, "So, you'd have plenty of time to change Brynden. Additionally, we already have the supplies required to change him in here."
At that, Mira and Sera reach under the bench they are sitting on, and they remove a bag of said materials. You have seen this bag - and a few like it - many times over the last eight or nine weeks. Your caretakers seem to have a never-ending supply of cloth diapers, pins, powder, and cream.
"Excellent," Queen Talisa states in approval, accepting the bag from the handmaids, "Then I shall change him right away."
The other ladies give you and Talisa some room. She spread her cloak on the floor of the carriage, and she has you lie down on it. She kneels over you, her breasts dangling less than a foot away from your face. If you had not just had an intense orgasm a couple minutes ago, you would probably be getting hard again.
Anyway, Talisa carefully unpins your drenched padding, and she swiftly pulls it out from under you. She deposits it into another bag the handmaids provided. This bag was designated for all your used diapers. Those were washed at least once a week. You wondered just how many nappies you have gone through since this babying treatment began. Since you were changed at least two or three times a day, it had to be well over a hundred.
Talisa proceeds to wipe you clean of stickiness and moisture. As she does this, she takes a moment to admire your muscular frame.
Although the ladies have been spoiling you, you have been careful to maintain your physique. You are eating and sleeping better than before you arrived at Renly's camp, but you still exercise regularly to avoid getting lazy or fat. There ARE days when you do nothing but lie around for hours on end. Even so, you have lost none of your strength or gained any additional weight in the last sixty days.
Once your private area is clean, Talisa begins to apply the powder and cream to your bottom and groin. As she rubs your manhood with the substances, you get a little hard. But only a little, as you are still recovering.
You gaze up at the healer queen and mutter nervously "King Robb won't hear of this, right?"
"No, he won't," Queen Talisa assures you. When she lets go of your member, she smirks and adds "I'm not certain he would want to, either. Between you and him, you're a little bigger."
That produces more laughter from the ladies, accompanied by more blushing from you. Still, you feel strangely proud of yourself. Robb Stark is older, taller, and strongly than you. Yet his own queen admits that you are slightly larger... down there?
Talisa quickly slides a fresh pair of diapers underneath you, pulls the front up between your legs, and pins the sides up on both sides. She pats your new padding, leans forward, and places a gentle kiss on the front of your nappy.
That is something the ladies do often when changing you; press their lips against your diapered crotch after you've been changed. That is perhaps your favorite part of the changes.
What happens now?
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