He leaned forward to begin creeping on his hands and knees and felt the urine sodden diaper shift position beneath the cotton fabric and begin to swing heavily between his legs with a warm, wet, soft, squishy feeling with every movement of his legs.
“Ugh,” Andrew thought with an adult’s conditioned response to wearing wet underwear, “I’ve got to get her to change me before I get some kind of diaper rash or something!”
He couched before Krystyn and tried to point to his crotch with one hand to indicate he was wet, but his muscles were unequal to the task of keeping him upright on only three limbs; he fell over and rolled on his side, forcing his legs together and squeezing the sopping diaper between them.
