You ask the attendant to diaper you

Feeling a strange mix of humiliation and the absurdity of the situation, you decide to cut through the awkward silence and ask, "Can you... um, diaper me?"

The attendant looks at you with a smug expression, as if reveling in your discomfort. "Of course, sweetie. That's what I'm here for." She takes your hand and leads you towards the restroom without any further explanation."

Entering the restroom, you spot the three changing tables ext to each other, clearly men are afforded no prrvacy here. The attendant wastes no time; without waiting for your consent, she efficiently removes your pants, leaving you standing in nothing but your shirt. "Hop on the changing table, sweetie. We need to get you properly taken care of," she instructs, her tone still dripping with condescension.

Summoning a hint of defiance, you muster the courage to make a request. "Can you put me in a thinner diaper, maybe something less bulky?" you inquire, trying to salvage a bit of comfort in this unfamiliar situation.

The attendant chuckles at your request, as if finding amusement in your attempt to negotiate. "Oh, sweetie, there are no thin diapers on Obaasan. That would defeat the purpose. Our diapers are designed for maximum comfort and security, so you'll just have to get used to it."

The attendant proceeds to diaper you with a practiced efficiency that leaves little room for personal comfort or dignity. The cold surface of the changing table contrasts sharply with the warmth of the diaper in her hands. As she unfolds it and expertly positions it around you, you can't help but feel a mix of vulnerability and embarrassment. The thick material of the diaper crinkles as it's secured snugly in place.

As the diaper is fastened, you become acutely aware of the padding around your hips and the bulk between your legs.

As you stand up from the changing table, now clad in the thick diaper, you begin to reach for your pants, only to be interrupted by the attendant. She holds up her hand, indicating that you should stop.

"Sweetie, you don't need those pants anymore." she says with an air of authority, seemingly unfazed by any potential embarrassment you might be feeling.

You hesitate, feeling a mix of self-consciousness and resistance. "I can't just walk around without pants," you protest.

The attendant smirks, clearly accustomed to such reactions. "On Obaasan, it's perfectly normal for men to run around in just their diapers.