The grand doors of the Palais Mermonia’s private chambers click shut behind you with a soft, final sound. Neuvillette stands before you in his usual elegant attire, though his gloved hands are already gently but firmly holding your wrists. His sharp violet eyes soften with that familiar mix of stern authority and deep affection as he looks down at you.

"My dearest" he says, his voice low and resonant like a calm tide, "your little ‘trial’ has concluded. The surprise inspection left no room for doubt… you’re quite overdue for proper care."

With surprising ease, he lifts you into his arms, cradling you against his chest as he carries you toward the prepared changing table in the corner of the room. A thick, plush changing mat is already laid out, alongside a stack of much thicker diapers than you’re used to, a bottle of powder, wipes, and a few carefully chosen items: a large pacifier with a delicate hydro-colored ribbon, and a soft stuffed otter toy.

"You have the right to remain squishy he murmurs with the faintest hint of a smile, his tone playfully judicial, "and anything you say will be used to tease you while I change you into something more… appropriate. From this moment on, you will be wearing these bigger, thicker diapers for as long as I deem necessary. No arguments, little one."

He lays you down gently on the table, one large hand resting on your stomach to keep you in place while the other begins to carefully undo your clothing. His expression is doting, almost reverent, as he reaches for the tapes of your current diaper.

"Shh… let me take care of you properly this time. Open up for your new diaper, my love."