Stephen. Wake up,” I heard as I slowly regained consciousness. Tori was sitting next to me, gently shaking me in an attempt to wake me up. As I started to sit up from my awkward half-sitting, half-laying-down position on the couch, I noticed a slight look of concern in Tori’s eyes.
“Is there something wrong?” I asked groggily.
“Stephen, you leaked.”
“Wait. What Leaked?” I asked, confused. Then I looked down and realised that my diaper had reached its maximum capacity and leaked onto Tori’s couch. It wasn’t too bad, just a little damp spot where I was sitting. “Oh no. I’m so sorry, Tori. Here, let me clean it up.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it after I get you changed.”
“You don’t have to change me, Tori. I can do it myself.”
“Yes, you can do it yourself, and I don’t have to change you, but I want to.” She replied with a smirk.
“Wait. You want to change my dirty diaper? That’s pretty disgusting.”
“You’re the one with his own filth clinging to his body. I’d say that’s more disgusting. Now let’s get you cleaned up before you leak anywhere else. Where are your extra diapers, in your car?”
That is when horror stuck me. I had forgotten to bring any. I was so focused on talking to Tori before I left. I felt so stupid. What was I going to do?
“Uh Tori,” I said. “I forgot to bring them.”
“Oh, that is a problem. That diaper is soaked. I don’t think you can even drive back to your house in that.”
“Then what am I supposed to do? I can’t think of anything.”
“Hmm. What size is that? Medium?”
“I don’t know. I think so. Why? You just have adult diapers randomly laying around?”
“Well, you forget that I’m a teen baby. I have some diapers that I think will fit you, but they don’t look anything like yours.”
“Wait. What do you mean?”
“Oh, you’ll see.” she said with a smile, taking my hand and leading me out of the room.
Once we got into Tori’s room, she went to her closet again and started digging through the multitude of clothes and boxes. It took her longer than it did for her to get the box she got the bottle and pacifier from earlier. Finally, she emerged from the closet with the biggest baby diaper I have ever seen. There were teddy bears and building blocks covering the outside and it was at least three times the thickness of the diapers I usually wore. Accompanying the diaper were baby wipes and a bottle of baby powder.
“Wow,” I said, “I didn’t know Pampers makes adult-sized diapers.”
“Oh, they don’t. I had to order these online. You’re getting a special treat.”
“Wait. You don’t have any other diapers? Maybe ones that aren’t so babyish?”
“Nope. But don’t worry. You’ll look so cute in them! Besides, they are way more absorbent than any diaper you can buy in a store, and you don’t really have a choice, now do you?”
“I guess not. But is the baby powder really necessary?”
“Yes it is. We don’t want baby Stevie to get a dypee rash, now do we? And I absolutely love the smell! Now no more talking. Let’s get you out of that dirty diaper.”