This choice: "Could we do this... somewhere else?" • Go Back...Chapter #9A Diapered Girl's Embarrassing Change by: TD514   One of Nora's hands slid down instinctively to her diaper. The soggy squish that greeted it and the growing waddle in her step were sure signs that she needed a change, but…
She glanced around the lab and thought of the trail of spent bullet casings and dead mole rats and protections that had taken her to get to the point. "Not that- *Ahem* Not that I don't need a change, but can you wait until we get, uh, get somewhere more hygienic?" Nora asked, trying to keep her trademark humor despite the extenuating circumstances and growing blush.
"Oh! Of course, Madam," the robot, Curie replied. Her sweet Francophone accent making Nora swoon just a little. "But let's not take too long, the effects of skin irritation can be very unpleasant."
"Uh, yeah, let's… get going then."
The presence of a secret elevator greatly eased the journey back up to the rest of the Vault, even if Nora's unseemly gait and sagging diaper did slow her down a tad. Still, they returned to the medical bay with ease. Handing over the cure and saving the young boy's life. Nora was right in the middle of receiving a new room in the Vault from the Overseer when…
"Excuse me, Miss," Curie said, her voice firm yet apologetic. "I'm deeply sorry to interrupt, but can you give us a moment of privacy, please? The Madam here needs a diaper change quite badly, and I don't want to risk her getting a rash."
Nora's face blushed a deep red as the Overseer's eyes widened in surprise, for a moment, none of them spoke as a pair of eyes wandered down to her crotch, the tell-tale bulge in her vault suit seeming much more apparent than when Nora first entered. "O-Oh, I see, uh, no worries. I'll see to it that the necessary accommodations are made to your room."
"I-uh-" Before Nora could even finish, the doors to the medical bay were closing shut, leaving her and Curie alone.
"Alright, Madam, please undress and lie down on one of the beds so I can get you changed," Curie instructed.
Nora nodded wordlessly, handing over her diaper/supply bag to the robot as she did as she was told. Her leather armor came first, and then the Vault suit, leaving her naked save for her bra and the very dirty undergarment secured around her waist as she lay there in the medical bay.
Gosh, it'd been years, or well centuries really since she'd been changed like this, especially since she found herself in this new post-apocalyptic Commonwealth, yet here she was…
"Madam?" Curie's voice echoed. "Which diaper would like me to change you into?"
In the robot's hands was a set of Nora's plastic undergarments, all of differing sizes and purposes, she picked…
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