He couldn’t even bring his legs together to sit properly; the thick front padding of the overnight diaper firmly but softly resisted his restive efforts to straighten his legs and bring his knees together. Unbeknownst to Andrew, the problem with his legs wasn’t merely his diaper; the change in his anatomy caused by his transformation had caused his femurs to rotate outwards in their sockets like a normal infant’s legs. Even if he had been naked and sitting on the floor, the task would have been physically impossible for him.
Everything that touched him seemed to be forcing him into an irritating state of comfortable helplessness. He pushed tentatively on the tray of the chair to force his way out but his weak muscles had no effect on the securely locked tray.