Dante found himself being laid back down, once again, as Judy pulled each end of the shirt down towards the diaper. It was a onesie: Something even most two year olds didn’t wear. Each fastening of a snap around his crotch sounded like the gate of a prison cell being closed in Dante’s mind.
Out of the corner of his eye, Dante could still see the edge and leak guards of the diaper poking out. Plus, there was a noticeable bulge in his mid-section, now. Even covered, this could hardly be considered an “out of sight out of mind” situation.