He worked hard making her happy all day. It helped that he seemed to have endless energy. It surprised him a bit, as he hadn’t thought he’d slept that well after her blatant bedtime teasing. But he felt like he wanted to go out of his way to make Julie happy, and her smiles through the day seemed to confirm that he was doing a good job. It was tough not asking for her to touch him more than usual as she changed his diaper through the day. But each time, after cleaning and powdering him, she would pat his penis fondly, and say to him, “You put that away for now. Maybe later tonight.”

After their work was done, Julie came up behind him and cupped his diaper in the front.

“Hmm,” she observed grimly. “You are very wet, aren’t you?”

He looked down. He honestly hadn’t noticed it was any different than most days. “I guess. Did you want to change it?”

Julie powered down her computer and shook her head. “Sadly, no. We’re out of diapers. You’ll have to wait until you get home. Think you can wait?”

He collected his things. “I guess so. I mean, I don’t have much choice, right?”

She put her coat on and patted his cheek fondly. “No, silly, I mean, does your bladder feel full? I don’t know if that diaper will survive another flooding.”

He paused. “Oh. Well, I mean, I could go, but I’m sure I can hold it. It’s a short trip.” He donned his coat and picked up his laptop bag.

She regarded him for a moment, pondering. “Yes, but I think we should take an extra precaution, just in case.”

She found a blue disposable waterproof pad and brought it along to the car, handing it to him when they got there. “Put this on your seat, please.”

He stared at it. “Seriously? I’m sure I don’t need that,” he said dismissively.

“Maybe,” she admitted, climbing in. “But I’d appreciate it if you’d put it down anyway.”

He shook his head. Julie had a hard time not mothering him. But it wasn’t worth fighting about.

Mrs. Davis and the boys were nowhere to be seen, but they could hear Andrew’s little voice explaining something earnestly from the bedroom area. As he and Julie put their things away, The boys and Mrs. Davis, chattering, entered the kitchen.

“Hi, guys, we’re all dry and clean,” she said, smiling.

Julie smiled back, then glanced at him. “Must be nice. We will be soon, I’m sure.” Then she seemed to notice his surprised expression. Did Julie just tell her mom that his diaper was wet??

To his horror, Mrs. Davis reached over and patted his diapered rear end, feeling the weight of his wet padding. “Wow. Well, I’m still in changing mode if you need a hand,” she said to Julie.

He froze. Mrs. Davis wasn’t speaking to him, wasn’t looking at him. Only at Julie. It was…like he was a toddler!

Julie paused and appeared to be considering. To his relief, however, she shook her head. “No, Mom, that’s okay.” She handed her mother her purse and coat. “I appreciate the offer, you’ve had a full day. I can take care of it. I’m sure you’re ready to get home.”

Her mother nodded. “Of course. Just wanted to make sure you knew I don’t mind.”

Julie smiled. “I know, and I’m grateful for the offer. But we’re not quite ready for that yet. Maybe down the road.”

“Oh, of course. But it would not be any trouble. I’ve been changing diapers for a long time.”

“Yes, you are a pro. Thanks again, Mom. Have a wonderful night.”

He breathed a sigh of relief as the door closed behind Mrs. Davis. Julie had saved him, though she hadn’t exactly shut down the idea completely.

“Julie, I’m REALLY not comfortable with your mom, you know…” he told her at supper.

She was cutting little chunks of chicken for the boys, and nodded. “I know. Don’t worry. I told you–only if we have to.”

He took a breath. “But–look, I know you like to be the one to change me.” Julie looked up with a bit of a warning expression, as if she didn’t want to talk about that topic. “And–and–I get that you are better at it than I would be. Although, well, we’ve never tried, so how would we know?” he said quickly, then rushed on. This wasn’t his main point and he didn’t want to get bogged down. “But that’s fine. I obviously love it when you change me and I know you’re in charge of that.”

He took another breath. Andrew was feeding himself the chicken chunks. Thomas had asked to be excused and was playing with a truck next to the table.

“But in an emergency, it seems like I could handle my own diapers, right? Why would you ever want your mother to help? Because I don’t want her to help!”

Julie seemed a little affronted. “What’s wrong with my mother? Did something happen between you two?”

He sighed. “No, of course not. It’s just that it would be so embarrassing to have someone else, you know, see me and touch me that way.” He couldn’t believe he had to explain this.

Andrew was done, and Julie got up to wash his face. He’d managed to get mashed potatoes on both cheeks and his chin.

“I know, but I’m sure she’d be better at it than you would. If she is here, and she could do it better, why wouldn’t we have her do it?” She efficiently wiped the food off Andrew’s face, which he tolerated. Then she helped him down from his booster seat. He ran into the living room, and Thomas took the truck and followed. “I feel like this goes back to you being unnecessarily embarrassed about basic bodily functions.”

He sputtered, “But–listen, I’m an adult, and–”

Julie interrupted, her voice hardening perceptibly. “…Who wears diapers and needs some help with them. My mother changed my diapers when I needed it. She can change yours, too.”

As his cheeks reddened, imagining the humiliation, Julie softened and, standing above him, touched his cheek.

“Listen, I’ve already told you that I won’t ask her to change you unless it is really necessary. But if it does, you will agree and you won’t give her any trouble.” She brought his chin up so they were looking into each other’s eyes. “Tell me you understand me.”