Upon being lifted, James couldn’t even feel Nancy’s hand on his bottom from the combination of the thick disposable diaper and the unbelievably silky smooth skin that was underneath it all. Again, it felt like a cloud was around his lower body, something he hated to admit would possibly make him happy if he was alone at home with all the time in the world to dispose of it. And yet, he cursed himself, unable to believe he was reaching this revelation. It didn’t matter because what was happening needed to end.
James needed to find a way out, but it seemed that the cottony prison around his butt was about to reach around his whole body as they approached the closet. Now, knowing they were on their way out the house into public, he knew whatever he was dressed in would surely only amplify his embarrassment and regressed state.