He didn't really remember anything. He remembered the club, and he vaguely remember a woman. His eyes was still adjusting after the flash, but he could tell the room was bright. He didn't know where he was, but at least the bed was comfortable.
He adjusted his position and found that he couldn't quite move his legs freely, as if something was keeping his crotch in place. He felt around under the covers, and sure enough, a thick padded surface covered his genitals. Steve quickly ripped away the sheets and saw that he was wearing an adult-sized disposable diaper - no, probably more than one. the padding was so thick that even though the mattress was soft, there was a good two inches of air between it and where his legs left their plastic casing.
"So you're up now, Steve! Good morning!" Steve hadn't noticed at first, but a tall woman was standing at the foot of the bed. She was dressed plainly but neatly, not exactly sexy but there was something about her. Steve had never really been into the whole sexy librarian look, but looking at her he started to get it… Who was she, anyway?
"Er … " one thing at a time - get out of diapers first, then find clothes and then - maybe - figure out what was going on. The woman, however, was relentless.
"You don't remember my name, do you Steve? well, no matter. I doubt you will be asking me for anything you will get anyway." another bright flash. Steve noticed another woman, shorter but equally neat, holding a camera.
"Oh, don't worry about the photos Steve. As long as you cooperate they will not end up at your workplace. Speaking of which, shall we get started?" the woman moved her gaze from Steve to a small cart beside her, it seemed to be full of bottles, brushes and towels.
She must be bluffing. Either way, this was not going to get better so better flee now and sort it out later. Steve jumped out of bed and started running towards a door - only the diapers turned it into an unstable waddle. The petite woman tripped his leg and Steve fell face-first on the carpet.
"Oh, my little darling Steve - what did I tell you?" the tall woman sighed. "Ah well, I suppose it might be for the best. This next part will hurt, after all.
Steve felt himself rolled around on the carpet, then a wet cloth was forced over his nose and mouth. Then everything slipped away.
Steve was standing in a room much brighter than the one he had been in - he couldn't make anything out but the vague silhouette of the tall woman dancing around him. She was holding a piece of satin cloth and wrapping him in it- she danced faster and faster, the cloth wrapped tighter around Steve and he felt himself losing breath - then he woke up. He was still losing breath, but it quickly became apparent why as he looked down and saw the corset that was being secured around his upper body.
"There! Didn't I tell you love? the legs are what sells them, but they do get such a nice figure from a good training corset." Steve gasped for air, in addition to the discomfort of his waist being restructured he had a burning pain on his face, arms and legs.
"Oh, you woke up! and just in time!" Steve seemed to be sitting on something - he was still in diapers so he couldn't tell what until he saw the tall woman approaching him and swiveling the chair around so he faced a mirror.
It was a tall salon chair, Steve would later think it was odd that he even noticed considering the rest of the things he saw.
He was secured in a white satin corset with lace around the edges and a small bow in front. The corset pushed a pair of breast forms to his chest - Steve did not usually have a lot of hair on his chest, but now it was all gone. So was the hair on his arms, and most of his eyebrows - presumable also the hair on his legs, but it was hard to tell - garters attached a pair of sheer white silk stockings that covered up his legs. He barely recognized himself, tried to yell out for help but the corset wouldn't let him get more than a whimper out. Steve tried to prevent it, but a few tears rolled down his cheeks.
"Aww, you see little princess? everyone can be beautiful. Which reminds me love, get started on the face. And make sure to use waterproof makeup, this one is emotional." the petite woman suddenly materialized next to the tall one and seemed to whisper something to her.
"No, nothing too fancy with the manicure, just make sure the nails are even. I think we have something else for our little princess here."
Steve's chair was pushed in front of a table shaped like half a ring, preventing him from making any more escape attempts. Not that it would have mattered, he did not have the energy to resist it even when the petite woman grabbed his chin and started applying makeup to his face. Occasionally, he let out another reluctant tear but the petite woman did not even flinch - she caught them in a napkin before they left his eyes. Steve could hear the tall woman humming in the background as the petite one quickly made his nails even and shiny.
"Alright, let me see!" Steve's chair was swiveled around again, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror - now he really did not recognize himself. Had the situation been different he might have been turned on - even with the big mass of diapers.
"Very good! this will do nicely. Love, prepare the balcony while I finish up here." she held a wig with flowing brown hair and quickly attached it on his head. Finally, she grabbed his wrist one by one and put shimmering white satin gloves over his hands and arms - Steve had never seen anything like them, they went almost all the way up to his shoulders. Another flash, this time the tall woman held the camera.
"Stand up, princess", she commanded as she pulled him by the corset, "We are going outside for a bit".
Most of Steve's body was covered in plastic, satin or silk at this point but he could not recall ever feeling so naked before.
As the woman gently pushed Steve waddling forward, he got to see more of the house. It was a fancy house, some sort of mansion at the very least - possibly even a castle. It made him eerily at ease, as if none of it was real. The woman kept humming but he managed to squeeze a word out.
"Why?" The woman seemed surprised - delighted, even - but did not miss a beat.
"Oh, the princess speaks! Well, it is fairly simple really. You see, as you can see this is a very nice area." She led Steve out on a big balcony - probably bigger than Steve's entire apartment in the city. Again he wondered where he was because no city was in sight - only a big park and a forest in the distance. Definitely a castle.
"… And a lot of girls want romantic photos taken here for their big occasions. However, not everyone can invest the time and money needed to go here, so we have them ship their clothes and arrange the photos for them with substitute models - that is where you come in. Photoshop does the rest. You would be surprised how good it gets if you actually put some effort into it."
"But… why me?" Steve had to stop for air mid-sentence. The woman stopped and looked Steve straight in the eyes with a look that Steve couldn't quite tell if it was teasing or caring.
"Because you have the body for it. Also because you are weak enough to be bullied into it." She grabbed his shoulder and turned him around, Steve could see a rack of white dresses standing next to the wall, he contemplated attempting to jump over the balcony railing and take his chances, but decided against it. He didn't like to admit it to himself, but the woman was right about him.
"All right love, help me with this - princess, arms up!" Steve did nothing, and the tall woman forced his arms up in the air with an exasperated sigh. The petite woman had again moved without him noticing and stood on a chair next to him with what seemed to be a bundle of tulle. Then everything became white and a strong smell of flowers distracted Steve as the wedding dress was pulled over his arms and head. The tall woman quickly zipped him up and the dress fit snugly around his corset, she then pushed him in the direction of a set of full-length mirrors.
The dress was a dreamy ballgown, short fluffy sleeves attached to a satin bodice with a big bow. The skirt was long enough to hide Steve's feet, and covered with two layers of tulle. Even with the corset and stockings, Steve could feel the smooth fabric against his legs and shoulders, for all his discomfort it was not an unpleasant sensation.
"Hmm, no. This will not do." The tall woman had her head tilted. The petite one appeared again, looked confused for a few seconds and then tilted hers as well. As if to ease him into it, they did not do anything until Steve saw it as well. He had hope - maybe he would be let off the hook. Or at least maybe he could get some dignity back. It lasted for several seconds until the woman kept talking.
"Well, we can't take the princess out of the diapers, obviously. It is going to be a long day without breaks and we can't have the princess soiling any of the dresses, can we now?" She gently patted Steve's bottom. Gently enough that he didn't feel it, at least, which under the circumstances did not mean much. The petite girl whispered something again and the tall one shone up.
"Of course, love! bring them over and I will prepare our little princess."
It took more time to get Steve out of the dress, and during this time he did not see what the petite woman was up to - it quickly dawned on him when a layer of tulle washed before his eyes from above. Then another one, and a third and fourth. The tall woman quickly fixed the petticoats to the corset and soon Steve found himself back in the wedding dress - if he had looked like a blushing bride before, he was a fairy princess now. The tall woman eyed him approvingly.
"There! like I always say, if you can't hide it - exaggerate. And now for the final details…" the petite woman started working on Steve again and before he knew it he was wearing a pearl necklace, a ring on his gloves and a pair of white heels. The tall woman put a small tiara on his wig and made him face the mirror. He looked beautiful to be sure, but it was of little comfort. The thick diapers made it impossible for him to stand straight and the heels did not really help. The corset deprived him of proper breathing and while the gloves and stockings felt nice against his skin, he felt impaired, almost caught in them. Not to mention the dress, as he slowly waggled around the many layers of tulle rustled around him and he felt like he was sailing across the floor.
"Oh, don't look so glum princess. If you smile and pose nicely we could be done with all this tomorrow evening." the petite woman made a gesture and whispered something again.
"Backlog? oh, right." the tall woman glanced over at the rack of dresses. "I hope you do not have plans for the next two weeks, princess. Oh, don't give me that look - I promise I will change you into fresh diapers every day!"
