"Plssss..." He tried to say, from behind the pacifier, "I dnt knu hw hll cmmncte!"

He couldn't really do much, besides cross his arms, and wait for something to happen. He braced himself for the worst, knowing what he was dealing with.

Momobus just savored the sound of his moans. Once she was finished with her renovations, she made her way over to her prisoner and began to undo his restraints, getting him out of his straitjacket and removing his pacifier gag.

"Ugh... thanks..." He said, "Wait, what am I thanking you for!? You've invaded my house, and dressed me up like this!? Why, what for? What did I do wrong!?"

"I am here on the whims of a client," Momobus told him as she held him in her arms, "Apparently, you wronged her in the past, and this is her way of getting back at you. You'd best get used to it. I cannot be coerced, bribed, or reasoned with."

"Well, that's good to know, I suppose," He said, looking at the looming figure before him, "So... what do you intend to do here? Is there some kind of goal? Don't demons, ya'know, usually torture people, fire, blunt instruments and all that? I mean, you are a demon, right?"

"Yes, I am a demon, and many of my ilk DO torment humans for pleasure or other reasons," said Momobus, "But I am not a conventional demon. I derive my power from babying others, though my services still do not come for free."

"How does that make sens- oh, well it's fantastical, I guess I shouldn't question that," He said, getting up, and wobbling, with the squishy thickness that now occupied the space between his thighs, "So... how long are you going to be doing this for? And how bad will it get, if you don't mind me asking?"

"The answer to both those questions is the same: it will depend," Momobus told him, "To be precise, it will depend on your cooperation. If you are a naughty, fussy baby, I will be more than happy to extend my stay. If, on the other hand, you comply with this treatment, I may be gone that much sooner. Though I make no promises." Noting how soaked his diaper was at this time, she picked him up and said, "Now, why don't we get you changed?"

"Well... It depends on what I have to co-operate with," He said, loudly 'EEP!' ing as he was picked up, diaper first, and supported in her arms, "I can give you many, many reasons, the most important of which being that I don't need diapers, and that I can do it myself."

"I am well-aware of that," Momobus claimed as she brought him over to the changing table, "Be that as it may, I plan to take my place as your caretaker quite seriously. You'd best get used to that idea, Diaper Boy."