You are diapered.

You discover that the only thing you are currently wearing is a thick, fluffy, white cloth diaper, wrapped securely and tightly around your loins. You promptly go red in the face and move to grab the blankets, but Margaery prevents you from covering yourself.

"It's alright," she assures you calmly.

You are not convinced of that. You turn to the queen and ask "Why am I in a nappy?"

"You were out of commission for five days," one of the handmaids, who had been silent up until now, reminds you. She is tall with dark hair and pale skin.

The other handmaid nods and says "This was the only way we could handle your... expulsions." She is a little shorter, with sandy blonde hair and slightly tanner skin.

Both of them are beautiful. Not as beautiful as Margaery, but still enough to turn heads. At any rate, you are quite embarrassed to be in just a diaper in front of the three of them. Gazing down awkwardly, you mutter "And you two are...?"

"Oh, you don't know," Margaery remarks, "Brynden, permit me to introduce my handmaids: Mira Forrester of the North and Sera Durwell of the Reach. They have been helping me care for you."

"Well... thank you," you mumble softly, still unable to look any of the girls in the eye. They giggle at your embarrassment. Just then, another thought occurs to you. You look up at Margaery and ask "Just HOW have the three of you been caring for me?"

"To be precise, it was not just the three of us," Margaery tells you. She then turns to the front of the pavilion and calls out "He's awake!"

As you turn to the entrance, Lady Catelyn Stark and Lady Brienne of Tarth step inside. Now you are in front of five very beautiful woman in nothing but a diaper. You feel an overwhelming desire to crawl into a hole. Alas, you have nowhere to go.

Lady Catelyn sits down in a chair on the other side of the bed, and she says "I am glad to see you are well, Brynden."

"As am I," Lady Brienne comments, standing behind the Lady of Winterfell.

"Thank you both," you mumble quietly. "So... the five of you have been tending to me?"

"That is correct," Queen Margaery confirms, "To answer your earlier question, we have been feeding you, cleaning you, and changing you routinely. Any other questions?"

"How have you been cleaning me?" you ask.

The queen informs you "Mira, Sera, and I took wet washcloths and rubbed your body down twice a day. We also took the liberty of shaving all the hair off your body, except for what's on your head."

You gaze down at your body, and sure enough, there is not a single hair anywhere down there. Your toned arms, legs, and chest are totally smooth.

"What about feeding?" you ask.

"We could mostly just give you liquids such as honey and water," Margaery reveals, "Luckily, Lady Catelyn was able to provide another form of sustenance."

Curious, you turn to Catelyn Stark. She flushes a bit and places a hand on her upper chest, right on her bosom. You quickly realize what she is implying.

"Milady..." you mutter in shock, "Did you feed me from your...?"

She just nods and says "I have not fed my own children from the breast in years. But I can still produce milk, and I was able to find a use for it."

If you blush any harder, your face may go permanently red. A highborn lady actually breastfed you in your sleep. You only wish you could have been awake for it. You then say "What about... changing?"

"All five of us took turns changing your nappies," Margaery informs you.

"I'm sorry you had to do such a repulsive chore," you murmur apologetically.

"You do not have to apologize," Mira assures you, "We enjoyed it. Especially Sera."

The other handmaid has her turn to blush, and she mutters in annoyance "Mira...!"

"Don't try to deny it," her fellow handmaid teases her.

Sera sighs and mutters "Alright, maybe I did. But how can you blame me. I mean, you saw the SIZE."

The only way you could get any redder now was if you caught a horrible sunburn. That is what you assumed, anyway. Without any warning, Queen Margaery reaches out and says "On that note, let's see if you need to be changed."

She places her hand on the front of your diaper and rubs it a bit, startling and exciting you at the same time. What does Queen Margaery determine?