Tales of a Lizard Brained Teen - Updated Chapter 2 Nov 06 2025

[thedman]

“Dylan James Marshall, get down here now, we need to leave before the store closes!”

 

This time, I couldn’t even try to ignore my mom’s yelling, my high quality headphones did nothing to drown her out when she got to full volume. I quickly stopped and saved my game before shutting down my PC , where I had been holed up in front of for the last several hours, before exiting my bedroom.

 

“Coming Mom, I just need to stop and”

 

“You need to stop and nothing! I told you 20 minutes that we needed to leave, whatever you need to do you could have done then! I can’t help that you choose to hole yourself up in your room in front of that computer for hours on end drinking soda and eating junk food. Your family comes first and right now your family needs you to help with the shopping.”

 

Begrudgingly, I plodded my way down the stairs and out to the driveway, resigning myself to the backseat of our SUV, having no desire to hear my mother preach to me “I don’t care if you are nearly 16, the safest place for children is still the backseat” for the thousandth time. I buckled in and lost myself in my phone for what would be a minimum 20m minute drive over ill repaired country roads to the local Co-Op mega complex of interconnected grocery store, lumber mart, pharmacy and general department store where you could wander between the various “departments” with the same cart and check out at any till you wanted. While I could admit that there was a certain genius to this set up, almost a Walmart on steroids, it created a building with what felt like a bajillion square feet where we could often spend hours wandering until we had everything we needed for our bi-monthly resupply trips. The trip felt like an eternity, jostling my bladder, the reason for my intended stop before leaving the house, with every bump leaving me absolutely antsy as we pulled into the parking lot. As we entered the store, I started to make a beeline to the washrooms, only to be grabbed by the collar by my mom.

 

“Mom, I just need to go pee!”

 

“Dylan, you are nearly 16 years old, you can hold it until we are done shopping, we have way to much to buy today and not enough time to do it all.”

 

Now the thing you need to understand with mom is that the only time there is an argument is when she starts arguing with herself. I was well aware that at this point anything short of a disabling injury was going to change her mind, so I allowed myself to be led to the cart rack to grab one of the two oversized carts that would be needed to complete our trip. What ensued was well over an hour, probably two if I had really had the chance to check my phone for the time, of plodding down the aisles and between the departments with Mom stopping to peruse items with seemingly no agenda. Mom never seemed to need a list, but this also seemed to lead to her stopping and thinking a lot, despite the urgent timeline of our trip.

 

We had just made our way back over to the grocery department and were approaching the end of an aisle as I turned back, distracted by what Mom was trying to say to me while still walking forward. My progress was disrupted by a sudden jolt and the handlebar of the cart jabbing into my midsection with extreme force as I unknowingly crashed into another patron crossing the end of the aisle. I started to stammer out an apology, only to freeze mid-sentence as I became aware of a very warm and wet feeling, rapidly expanding from my crotch and down the inseams of my jeans. It was all that I could do to look down and stare as my crotch and legs progressively darkened, quickly followed by a puddle of liquid forming on the floor.

 

“Dylan, are you ok?” My trance was interrupted by Mom running up behind me. “Did you break something, I don’t want to have to pay for wasted merchanidse, wait a second...” In that moment, Mom’s hand grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me around full circle, leaving my obviously wet crotch and legs fully exposed for her to see.

 

“Dylan James! I can’t believe this, did you seriously just piss your pants in the grocery store? I mean, a night time accident, that wouldn’t surprise me, there is a reason we still have a fully waterproof cover on your mattress after all.”

 

Ok, so quick rewind, backstory time here, ummm yeah, bed wetting, that was a thing until just after I turned 14. Pull Ups, or Goodnites or whatever you want to call those glorified versions of diapers were a part of my nightly routine. it took 3 months of being dry every single night before I was allowed out of them, but still over 1.5 years later and the mattress is still protected just in case. But a daytime wetting? I mean, that hadn’t happened since I was maybe 5 or 6, unless you counted the times that I was forced to wear a pull up on a long drive in case I fell asleep, and even then the last time I had wet was on a 4 hour drive to Grandma and Grandpa's the Christmas before I turned 14 and it had legitimately happened in my sleep. Now snap back to the present, here I was, standing in front of my Mom in the middle of a grocery store in clearly soaked jeans, a puddle of urine at my feet while she made no attempts to conceal her analysis of the events to anyone within a three aisle radius.

 

“I, I just can’t believe this, of all the things to deal with today, i wouldn’t think that a pair of pissy pants would be on the list. Your brother is 8 and even if he was with us I would be astounded if I had to deal with this. Well come on now, we cant just stay here in the middle of the store now can we?”

 

Now perhaps at this point you would think that we would just abandon our carts, head to the car and head for home, but no, that’s not how Mom rolls. I was marched (can you even say that while pushing a heaping grocery cart?) over to the clothing department, soaking jeans chafing all the way, and forced to stand there, doing my best to look invisible while mom sorted through the bargain shelves to find the cheapest pair of sweat pants that she could. Just as swiftly as we had entered clothing, we left with a new pair of sweats and socks piled on the cart. Once again we were headed back to the grocery side, presumably to use the tills there as they were closest to our car, only for Mom to make a sharp turn into an aisle. Now for those of you familiar, this aisle has a very distinctive scent, lightly floral and fragrant scents that are impregnated into it s products. One could be blind and still know that they are in the baby aisle. For those not blessed (as I perhaps wished in the moment) with blindness, you are greeted with one side of the aisle full of jars of various types of mush that is deemed nutritionally sufficient for infants, pacifiers, bibs, bottles and all of the accessories needed for infant care. The other, of course, is lined with diapers, bags and bags of diapers. No less than 5 brands of diapers, Huggies, Pampers, Luvs, store brand and eco friendly. A short distance down the aisle you will find the Pull Ups, or the “training underwear” for big kids if you will. And at the end of the aisle, you find the bed wetting pants, the nighttime underwear, whatever words you want to convince a kid over the age of 6 that they are not wearing a diaper. Goodnites and Ninjamas (terrible product for the record, first and only bag got tossed) and department store rip off brands. Needless to say, this was an aisle I had been down many times in my adolescence and one that I had no desire to ever re-enter. If you haven't ever had the displeasure of the experience, let me tell you that there is nothing quite like being the adolescent pushing the cart with the box with a smiling young adult on one side and the picture of the diaper on the other side sitting glaringly on top of your cart. The adults all smile, eyes perhaps glancing to the size indicated on the box, but they already know that they are for you.

 

Needless to say, my protests were vociferous and immediate as we turned into the ailse. “Mom! Please! I don’t need Pull Ups anymore! It was just an accident, I already had to go and then the cart hit me hard. It won’t happen again, I swear!”

 

“Relax honey, I know it was an accident and I promise it won’t happen again. And I know you don’t need Pull Ups any more, we are just here to get you some supplies to help me clean you up. I know you are upset, just take some deep breaths and we be done here, only one more stop and we can get you out of those icky jeans.”

 

Looking back, I have to reflect and realize that my emotional distress in the moment most likely made me mentally numb or else I might have noticed that in addition to a mega sized pack of wipes that Mom had also grabbed a bottle of baby powder and a tub of diaper rash cream, but I think that in the moment, I was likely trying to keep my mental blinders on as we made out way down the aisle. I was so happy to be leaving the diaper aisle that I quite blindly followed Mom as we left the grocery department and wandered into the pharmacy. It took me a few seconds before I looked up and saw the sign labelled Incontinence above the aisle we were entering. Now maybe, perhaps the word wasn’t one in my vocabulary, but a glance at the shelves left nothing to the imagination. Now let me tell you, packages of baby diapers are meant to be cute, the Pull Ups have a 3 or 4 year old proudly displaying their “underwear”, and even the bed wetting products have a smiling pre-teen on the front, albeit no distinguishable bulge under their pyjamas or elasticized waistband peeking out over the top, much unlike real life. Now adult diapers, that is a different story, every package has a bold picture of whatever product it contains, right on the front. The colours are designed to appease the eye while flaunting the product. They have all sorts of fancy words to describe them, briefs, fitted protection, absorbent underwear, the list goes on, and not a one of which does a thing tom hide the fact that they are a diaper. The packages are large, bulky and indiscreet to say the least.

 

“But Mom, you said that we weren’t getting Pull Ups and i didn’t need them.”

“That’s right honey, i did say we didn’t need your bed wetting Pull Ups. Clearly those would never have held an accident like this.”

“But it was just an accident, you said it yourself, it was one time, I don’t need Pull Ups.”

“You are right, accident, and if it was just one it won’t happen again. But until we know that, we need to be safe, and you are right, you don’t need Pull Ups. Based on how big of a puddle you left on the floor we are going to need to switch you to some proper diapers until we know for sure. Do you know how embarrassing it was for me to have to ask the staff to go and clean up the accident that my nearly 16 year old son had on the floor?”

“But mom, I don’t..”

 

“Excuse me” I was cut short by a woman’s voice cutting into our conversation. “Do you two need some help?” I turned to see an extremely pretty woman, perhaps in her early twenties, standing just beyond Mom.

 

“Well yes, i think we might, you see my son, well he seems to have had a bit of a relapse.” Her sideways glance down towards my crotch made the issue blatantly clear. “I think we need to look at putting him back into diapers until we can be sure this issue has cleared up.”

 

“I see ma'am, clearly you don’t want any relapses or to have him running through stores in wet pants again. Now we have plenty of options that are just like underwear, he will be able to pull them on and off by himself, you won’t need to help him.”

“No, I’m sorry, his Goodnites were barely keeping up with his bed wetting when he stopped last year, we had a few side leaks, i think for now I would prefer to have him in proper diapers, preferably plastic backed. If you had seen the size of the puddle that accompanied this pair of pants I am sure that you would understand.”

“Absolutely ma’am, that isn’t a problem at all. With that being said, our diaper style products tend to have more selective sizing in comparison to the pull up products and i would highly recommend that we get some measurements to get the best fit, we wouldn’t ant any leaks after all.”

“Oh absolutely, do you have a cloth tape to measure.”

“Yes, indeed, but I’m afraid we need measurements without his jeans to be accurate, and I would assume his undergarments are equally as soaked as his pants. Would it be alright if we had him change into something dry before we take measurements?”

“Oh absolutely, do you have a space we can use?”

“Yes indeed, please follow me to the back.”

 

With that, we were ushered through a door and into a side room for consultations that was set up similar to a doctor’s office including an examination table. Shelly, the pharmacy employee handed something to Mom and told her to just stick her head out the door when we were ready. I immediately started to stammer out some words but Mom cut me off before I could even start a true sentence.

 

“Dylan, I don’t want to hear it. You have embarrassed me beyond belief today. No mother should have to stand in a phramacy with her nearly 16 year old son and ask for help picking out diapers for him. I know this is not what you want, but I am not the one who wet their pants in the middle of the store. We will be leaving here today with diapers for you, and if you can prove that you do not need them then we can discuss what your return to regular underwear will eventually look like, now strip! I wasn’t left with much choice, or any option for privacy for that matter so i quickly removed my sodden jeans and underwear before Mom could choose to take on the task for herself. That of course did not stop her from grabbing wipes from the pack she had somehow brought into the room with her, and vigorously wiping my thighs and crotch. She then grabbed a handful of paper towels from the dispenser on the wall before grabbing my sodden clothes and dumping them into the garbage.

 

“Mom, those were my good jeans!”

“Were, until you pissed them, i am not washing that filth!”

 

What came next was perhaps the biggest surprise, Mom turned around and grabbed something off of the counter and when she turned back she had a Pull Up stretched out in her hands, ready for me to step into. Except it was nothing like the Goodnites I had worn in somewhat recent history. Instead of a mundane pattern with a print designed to look like the seam on a pair of underwear, this had stars and race cars emblazoned across a white background. The shock of not being offered boxers or briefs aside, the garish design of the Pull Up was just too much.

 

“Mom, there is no way, that looks like it is for a baby!”

“Dylan, I don’t want to hear it, Sherry was nice enough to give this to us, I don’t think you suppose that they just keep spare underwear around for 15 year olds who have accidents now do you? I know your bed wetter diapers looked different, but this will have to do for now. Once Sherry helps get you measured for your diapers you can get dressed with the new sweats that I bought you.”

 

Leaving no further room for discussion, Mom once again held out the Pull Up as i was forced to step into it and allow her to pull it up my legs, followed by a quick finger around the seams to make sure everything was seated right. She then called Sherry back in, who proceeded to take measurements of my waist, hips, and even around my legs, all the while making notes as i stood there clad in nothing but a childish Pull Up and tee shirt. After a few minutes she sat down at a computer and began entering information and reviewing what came up before she spoke.

 

“Well ma’am, I can tell you that I am certainly glad we took the time to get measurements from your son today. Now unfortunately, Based in his measurements, the only products he would fit are the specialty youth sized versions from a couple of our brands of adult diapers, but we d not stock them, and the lead time on orders can be up to 6 weeks and availability of supply can be intermittent. With that being said, i never like to bring a problem without having a solution to offer as well. We do have an adolescent brand of products that is geared towards the special needs market. The sizing would fit your son exceptionally well, imagine if you will if the traditional brands of diapers went up to a size 10 or 11, in this case what you would consider the youth size 16 clothing. Now the only caveat here, is that with their design being towards the special needs market, these diapers do come with designs on the shells as opposed to the traditional white diaper with a wetness indicator strip that you would find on the adult market.”

 

“That won’t be a problem at all, I don’t imagine that Dylan is going to be running around showing off his diapers to his friends any time soon, although I suppose if we can’t get past this issue that he might normalize them and try to flaunt like a pair of boxers, but I truly do hope that we son’t get to that point and this blows by in a month or two.”

 

“Alright then, well if you can give me a minute or two, I will run to the back and grab you a bag and then you can feel free to give them a try on our champ here.”

 

What ensued was 2 or maybe 5 minutes of me glaring at mom, sitting on a chair in my Pull Up clad bottom with my arms folded in rage. She chose not to engage me with any words, leaving me to stew in my own misery. The silence was broken by a quick knock and Sherry making her way back into the room with a large bag in her hands. Now remember how i said that baby diaper packages were cute and adult diapers were garish? Well let me tell you, they sure split the field right down the middle on this one. The bag had bright colours an a picture of a child clearly into their early teens smiling and sporting one of the diapers on the front. There was no mistaking what they were wearing, definitely not a pull up, a glistening plastic zone for the four tapes to land and cartoonish zoo animals all over the shell of the diaper. The back of the package was a giant image of one of the diapers with blobs of text with attached lines pointing out the various benefits of the diaper to the caregiver. I couldn’t believe what I was staring at, clearly I had died and gone to some version of hell. Now Sherry, she was as upbeat as could be and could barely contain herself as she opened the package and pulled out one of the diapers to give us the full product demonstration.

 

“So as you can see, this diaper has a full plastic shell to prevent any leaks, it is a little noisier than cloth backed options, but this is top of the line. The front panel has an extra reinforced plastic landing zone for the tapes which helps to ensure that they stick extra good and wont rip with movement.” She then flipped the now unfolded diaper, which now seemed absolutely massive, around. “As you can see, we have the blue core zone here which is designed with ultra absorbency for where leaks happen the most and we have extra tall leak guards on the sides to make sure nothing escapes. Now I’m sure it will not be needed, but these also have an extra blow out guard along the top at the back here in case the unthinkable ever happens.” Flipping the diaper back around she continued on. “Now back to our tape landing zone here, you can see how there is a pattern with the monkey arms, that is so that you know where to stick the tapes every time. Maybe after enough practice our little star here will be able to learn how to change his own diapers and save mom some work.”

 

Change my own diapers? Seriously, how deluded was this lady, i was sure Mom would make me wear them for a day, prove her “lesson” and i would be back to my regular life after keeping my pants (diaper) dry.

 

“Now one more benefit of these diapers, is that similar tom our adult products, they do feature a wetness indicator so that you can tell when they need changed, but instead of a boring stripe, they have these absolutely cute little paw prints running down the middle. They are very similar to the stars on the pull up I gave you for the fitting they will fade away if Dylan here is wet and tell you how used his diaper really is making sure he is comfortable without you needing to waste diapers.”

 

It was at that point that three sets of eyes, mine included, drifted down to the pull up i was currently wearing to look at the star wetness indicators, something I had not realized were present and that no other product i had worn before had featured. Except there was something wrong, there were two stars below the waistband, then what looked like a blurred half of a star and then a very distinct gap. I practically had to crane my neck to see where the next faded star started. I hadn’t felt anything, i mean sure I was zoning out at times and it had been well over an hour since my accident, but there was no way that I had wet myself without knowing was there?

 

“So as you can see by the missing stars, when they fade away, the diaper has been used, just like the paw prints here. Now I was going to recommend that you try a diaper on Dylan to make sure it fit before you left anyways and now it seems obvious that a change is in order, so why don’t I step out and let you get him sorted. Just give me a holler when he is changed and I will come back and help you check the fit. If you could please toss his used diaper in this bin here it will help keep the smell down.” With that, she exited the room, leaving Mom with a huge diaper in her hand and me standing in an obviously used Pull Up.

 

“Well, up onto the table with you, you can’t sit around in that wet thing all day. Clearly we need to make sure your new diapers will fit you.”

 

“Ok Mom, I’m sorry, you win. I’ve learned my lesson, the joke is over, can I please have my boxers and pants now?”

 

“Boxers, i didn’t buy any boxers, i didn’t see a point in buying anything to put over your diaper. Based on the fact that you couldn’t even keep that Pull Up dry for an hour or even be bothered to let me know that you needed the bathroom, my judgment was clearly not in error. Now get up on that table now before i make your butt so sore that you will be begging me for a diaper to sit on.

 

Clearly I was out of choices, fearing any further repercussions, I scurried my scantily clad but up onto the table and laid back tom face the inevitable. Without missing a beat, Mom’s hand swiftly and effortlessly ripped the sides of the pull up apart, before pulling the front down leaving me exposed. Wwipes were quickly produced and used to wipe me clean before a sharp slap to my butt cheek indicated the need to raise my legs from the table. The massive, crinkling diaper was placed underneath of me before i lowered myself down and was swiftly followed by a cloud of baby powder, mom having somehow procured a bottle. She then pulled the front of the diaper up and in short order there was the scritching sound as the four diaper tapes were opened one by one and sealed down onto the landing zone. Satisfied with her work, Mom called for Sherry to return to the room while I was still laying on the table.

 

Well ma’am, this looks to be an excellent job of diapering.” Without pausing, Sherry’s fingers found their way to the leg bands of my diaper and began to check for snugness. With a quick tap to the side of my leg she declared “allright slugger, just stand up for me and we will check the fit and you and your mom can be on your way.”

 

I sat up slowly, and stood, amidst a cacophony of crinkling, forced to stare at myself in the mirror on the wall as I stood somewhat bowlegged from the bulk of the diaper.

 

“Now this won’t do, do you see how much gap there is here at the waist? When he wets at night this will leak for sure, let me show you how to fix this.” Sherry the proceeded to undo the upper tapes on my diaper one at a time showing Mom how to angle them downwards and pull them tighter. When she was done she put her fingers inside the waistband and I could definitely tell that it was significantly tighter.

 

“Allright now, if you two want to gather up your things, i can meet you out front and you can be on with your day.” With that she left the room, leaving us to ourselves. Mom handed the pair of sweatpants to me, which I pulled up only to realize that they stood no chance of coming up over the waist of my diaper and that my shirt barely reached down to their waistband while standing still.

 

“Mom, I can’t leave like this!”

 

“Well you can’t stay in here for ever, and you certainly can’t un-wet your pants, or the pull up you soaked for that matter, and we definitely need to leave today, so I suggest you get moving.

You can take your bag of diapers with you too.”

 

With no choice left, i walked out of the door, back into the main part of the pharmacy, carrying the massive bag and it’s 29 remaining diapers at my side, trying to hide it to no avail.

 

Sherry, ever smiling was at the counter. “I can ring those up for you here if you would like.”

 

“No thank you, we have two carts full to purchase, i am sure they can sell us Dylan’s diapers at the front till just as well as you can here. If you could though, would you grab me one more bag? I am not sure how many he might need in a day or how long this will last but I want to be sure before we try pull ups again. I think if he can make it through a whole bag staying dry, then he will be ready again.”

 

“Surely, no problem, as good as these diapers are, i think you will find that he will use 4 or 5 per day if he is actively wetting. We can always sell by the case or arrange delivery if needed as well. We also have a night time absorbency if needed, they are significantly thicker though”

 

“No, i think by the bag will suffice for now, maybe going up to the till with his diapers will help discourage this behaviour. I will keep the night time absorbency in mind though, he always was a heavy wetter.”

 

With that Shelly disappeared into the back, leaving me anxiously holding the bag of diapers. It was all I could do but to stew in my own head while Mom occupied herself on her phone as customers walked by, giving me seemingly knowing sideways glances. Two bags of 30 diapers, well one with 29 given the one that I was wearing, how long did Mom intend to make me wear these? Clearly this was more than just an attempt at intimidation if she was spending that much, she was never one to waste money like that. Shelly had said 5 per day, I mean clearly I had no intent to use even one per day, but if Mom was going to force me then I would need to use them at some point. So if I were to get by with two per day that would mean I would be spending a whole month in diapers! Clearly this wasn't going to be ok, i needed to figure out a plan, one that would make Mom not want to keep me in diapers, but what? After an eternity, Shelly returned, another giant bag of diapers in hand as well two loose diapers which she promised Mom were free samples of the night time version just in case and we went on our way. With that the second bag was placed on top of my cart, with no room left, I was forced to carry the open bag of diapers in my hand while pushing the cart. The lineup took an eternity and the last items to go through were my diapers, the opened bag being quite obvious along with the wipes, powder and tag for my sweatpants. Mom simply looked from the cashier to me and declared that “we needed to deal with an accident”. I flushed beet red with embarrassment and did my best to hide my face in my shirt in shame. We made the trek out to the car, where I was forced to help load the groceries, knowing for certain that with every bend and movement that I was undoubtedly exposing my diaper to the world.

 

It was somewhere during this last indignity that my lizard brain decided on how I could make Mom not want to keep me in diapers, the answer was quite beautifully simple. All I had to do was make her sick of me being in diapers, to not want to have to touch a diaper of mine again. So what did I do? As soon as she turned her back I dropped into a squat, squeezed with all of my might, and with all of the determination of a stubborn teen intent on winning a fight with a parent, i pushed all that was inside of me out into the seat of my diaper.

[Pierry Louys]

Hahahaha like always a little gonna learn tha his actions have consequences and his ideas it’s not the best one ! I think after his poopy his mom gonna buy more diapers and clothes that help changing diapers ! Curious to see next chapter 

[Alutheria]

Oh, this is excellent! A bit fast paced at times, but the prose is excellent and I can’t wait to see more.

 

[thedman]

Chapter 2

 

Now I’m sure that somewhere in my head, wherever my rational brain had taken off to, there was a voice screaming at me, telling me how wrong my actions were and that there was no rational way that they would help convince Mom that I didn’t need or deserve diapers, but this was lizard brain time and that rational guy was locked up in a cell somewhere screaming for his freedom. Lizard brain had decided on some very obvious facts. Firstly, that a shitty diaper was bound to gross Mom out beyond belief and that it would make her never want to see me in a diaper again. Second, there was no way that Mom would want to ride home with me in a disgusting smelly diaper and that my act would expedite my permanent release from diapers. Thirdly, well I don’t actually know anymore, I’m sure there was something that made sense in my mind in the moment to justify why I, as a nearly 16 year old boy, should consider it justified to shit in an oversized baby diaper while standing in the middle of a parking lot and how this action would justify my case for not needing to be in diapers. So as I stated before, I dropped into a squat (apparently a 14 year lapse from crapping my pants had not removed the basic instinct) and I pushed. Now not being an expert in the field, I can’t tell you that I was surprised at how easily things started moving, but they moved and they moved fast. Within seconds there was hot mush pushing out between my butt cheeks and stretching the diaper out as it made its way into all available spaces. With that being said, the act was not fast, and I was still in full squat when Mom turned around, a look of shock and disbelief spreading across her face but disappearing almost as quickly behind a wave of anger.

 

“Dylan James Marshall, are you? Did You! Are you shitting your pants in the middle of the parking lot! Or should I say, are you shitting your DIAPER in the middle of the parking lot!”

Discretion was certainly not on mom’s mind right now and I am quite certain that numerous heads turned in our direction.

 

“I, umm Mom, it’s not...”

 

“It’s not what? A 16 year old filling the seat of his diaper looks just the same as a two year old and lord knows I raised my share of those. Well don’t just stand there, finish your business and we can get you out of that filthy thing.”

 

At this point there was nothing left for me to do but let out a few stifled grunts and push what was left of my mess into the seat of my diaper. Now as it turns out, some of my prior logic was correct, for Mom was indeed thoroughly disgusted by the act of me shitting in my diaper. And as it turns out, she in fact did not want to spend any more time near me while my diaper was shitty than absolutely necessary, and the third thing, what was that again, well anyways, it was probably true too. In any case, this was about where my judgment of things pretty much stopped being accurate, and as I started to snap out of the daze I was in I realized that Mom had unloaded the majority of the back of our SUV either back into carts or in the case of some of the larger items like the 2 bags of diapers, just set out on the surface of the parking lot. My brain hadn’t quite processed why she had done this or why there was an old towel laid in the back of the SUV until she grabbed me by the wrist and started pulling me over to the back of the vehicle.

 

“Mom, stop, it was a..”

 

“A what? An accident? Well clearly!”

 

“Well no, actually I...”

 

“You what? Shit yourself on purpose! For what reason? And how could that be any better than an accident? Was pissing yourself in a store not enough to convince me that you need diapers so you went full send? Actually, I don’t even want to consider if either of your accidents today were on purpose, it would just make me want to send you for a psych evaluation. I am going to treat this as what it is is, a not so little boy who seems to be having a sudden relapse in his potty training. Now down, so i can get you changed out of that dirty thing.” With that she gave me a gentle push, causing me to plop onto the overfull seat of my diaper in the trunk of the SUV. Now needless to say, there was already poop everywhere in my diaper, and the act of dropping on my butt caused it to squelch into every nook and cranny available. With little guidance I was on my back and in the blink of an eye, my sweatpants had been yanked from my legs. Coming to full terms with reality, my brain quickly came to grips with the fact that I was laying in the back of an SUV with a very well used diaper now on display for the world, and even worse was the fact that said diaper was soon to be removed from my nether regions in front of the world.

 

“Mom! STOP! You Can’t!”

 

“You’re right I can’t. I can’t leave you in a shitty diaper. You don’t even have any rash cream on right now. And for forbid someone were to report me for leaving you uncared for. You are absolutely right, I am obliged to deal with a messy diaper as soon as it happens, it doesn’t make any difference the age, it still needs dealt with when it happens. And, news flash, just like a 2 year old, diaper changes for a 16 year old will happen wherever it is convenient and this just so happens to be the best spot.”

 

“But mom, people could see me!”

 

“Oh relax, diaper changes happen in the back of cars all the time, maybe if you didn’t need diapers, you wouldn’t be getting subjected to one right now. Now hush before I decide that we need to see if the store has a pacifier to help remind you to be quiet. It’s not like it wouldn’t go well with your current attire anyways.”

 

With that, Mom turned, leaving me fully exposed for the world to see in the back of the vehicle. Now I suppose that somewhere in my mind that I still had decided that Mom would end my diaper experience here and now, I’m not sure where I thought a magical pair of boxer shorts would appear from, but needless to say, I was still shocked when she popped back into view with a fresh diaper, wipes powder and cream all in hand and set them next to my head. Within seconds, the scritching of the 4 tapes of my diaper being removed filled the air, quickly followed by the stench of what I had done. In short order, Mom had retrieved a handful of wipes ans set about the arduous task of cleaning my bottom. I will spare the details, but what I can tell you is that it was not fast. At some point she was satisfied that the majority of the mess was gone as my legs were pushed up in the air and the old diaper removed from underneath me. After a few more rough wipes I was lowered down as she retrieved the new diaper from beside my head and then spent what seemed like a disproportionate amount of time fluffing it out and creasing it until such point as she was satisfied with its condition. My legs were then lifted again and the new diaper slid underneath me. Generous doses of both powder and rash cream were applied before Mom deemed them to be sufficient, and at long last the front of the diaper was pulled between my legs and the tapes agonizingly applied, one at a time.

 

Now I can’t say that I found myself grateful to be sealed in a fresh diaper, but the fact become quite simple after a while. Being clothed is preferable to being naked, and when the only alternative to being naked is having a diaper covering your nether regions as opposed to being naked, then wearing a diaper triumphs over being naked. So I guess that you could say that in the moment, I found myself relieved that at least my modesty was being protected by my crinkly, juvenile underwear. Once again, I had found myself in a bit of a daze as Mom busied herself around me, only to be startled by her once again grabbing me by the wrist and pulling me to my feet. It wasn’t but a few seconds before I realized the horror that I was standing in the middle of a public parking lot clad in nothing but a shirt and diaper.

 

“Mom! I need my pants, people will see my diaper! Quick, I need them now!”

 

“Your pants, I’m afraid you don’t have any, you wrecked them earlier!”

 

“No! Not my jeans, the sweatpants I just had on!”

 

“I’m afraid you wrecked those too. You had what we would call a blowout, just take a look” she said, gesturing to the pair of sweatpants laying on the ground. I looked down, only to be confronted by the very obvious brown streaks in numerous locations, apparently when I had squatted, I had really needed to go. At that point I tried to make a beeline for the back door only to find it locked and have Mom grab me by the wrist once again.

 

“Not so fast mister, I already had to unpack most of this vehicle to change your dirty diaper, I am not packing it back up. And be sure to leave your bags of diapers until last, i want them accessible in case we need them again.”

 

“But Mom, my diaper! People will see it!”

 

“I’m not sure what your point is. People see toddlers in their diapers all of the time, you are acting no different than a toddler, so I see no reason to treat you any different, especially since you already ruined two pairs of pants today. Now get packing, we have even more to get done today thanks to you.”

 

With that, there was nothing left for me to do but start packing, clearly I would not be winning this battle. The time seemed to drag by agonizingly, numerous batches of people walked by with stiffled giggles and comments, although one batch of girls around my age made no attempts to hide their laughter or their comments like “diaper baby” before moving on their way. At long last, i finished packing the vehicle, saving my 2 bags of diapers for last as per Mom’s instructions at which point Mom shut the rear hatch.

 

“Can we go now? I have everything packed up.”

 

“We can go just as soon as we go and get your diaper order in.”

 

“Diaper order! We just bought some! What are you talking about?”

 

“Yes, we bought 2 bags. Before your poopy accident I was going to make you wear them for a week to scare you straight before we tried Pull Ups again, the second bag saws really only going to be to sit on your dresser and remind you of the consequences if you slipped again. But now that this is obviously more than just a one off, I think we had best set up a regular supply for you. Honestly, barring some major turnaround, I don’t feel up to making the efforts to even try and potty train you again for a few months, so we need to go and order more diapers for you, now start marching!”

 

“Mpmm, I can’t go into the store in just a diaper! People will laugh! It must be against the law or something!”

 

“Against the law, haw! Your nethers are covered, in fact better than a speedo would. Sure, it might be sociable unacceptable, or perhaps laughable, but no more so than a 16 year old wetting himself twice and then soiling his diaper in public in the span of a few short hours.”

 

“OK, but can’t we do that online or something?”

 

“Absolutely not, I don’t have all of the right technical details for your diapers and I need to make sure we get them right. I wouldn’t even know how to order them online. Now that young lady in the store has all of the details needed and I am sure she can order your diapers in a quarter of the time, so get moving before I get really angry.” This was followed by a quick swat for emphasis to my well padded butt, causing a crinkly whoomph as well as the escape of a small cloud of baby powder.

 

Needing no further motivation, I started trudging slowly back to the store, realizing that there was nothing to do to avoid my fate, diaper on display for all to see. By this point, I had all but tuned out the outside world, deciding that it was simply easier if I pretended to be unable to hear the snickers and jeers, maybe people would think that I was special needs if I acted as if I could not see them. Much to my dismay, there was a line as we approached the pharmacy counter and we were forced to stop and wait for the other clients. Before long, a mother and daughter had arrived behind us and it did not take long before mom had struck up conversation with the mother and began telling a story that was weaved to fit her reality, explaining my lapse in potty training and how I was going to be back in diapers for some time, which seed to satisfy the curiosity of the woman. At long last, we reached the front of the line, to be greeted by the ever friendly Shelly.

 

“Well I certainly didn’t expect to see you two back here so soon, and this young fellow seems to be missing some of his clothing? What happened, did we not get a good fit on his diaper? Was there a leak? I would be surprised that he could fill a diaper that fast after he was just changed, but stranger things have happened. If it did leak, I am so terribly sorry, I thought we had it adjusted just right. If you let me know where the problem was I can help you adjust the taping pattern for future.”

 

“Oh no dear, nothing like that my dear. I am afraid that peeing his pants wasn’t all that my sweet Dylan had in mind today, it would seem that he has had a complete relapse in his potty training. We were barely back to the car and loading the groceries when I turned around to find him unloading into his cute little Huggies. Much to the detriment of his new sweatpants, he had a rather disastrous blowout. Given this turn of events, I think that we are going to take a good solid break before we worry about potty training, maybe a break from worrying about the potty will be what he needs.”

 

“MOM! I don’t need potty training and a break from the potty, I mean bathroom!”

 

“Young man, that is enough out of you, I warned you before about running your mouth! I swear Shelly, he is being impossible today, i told him earlier that it was a damn shame that there wasn’t a pacifier big enough to remind him to be quiet.”

 

“Well, it is funny you should mention it, and bear in mind, this isn’t the intended use, but along with our special needs selection of products, we do carry a selection of larger sized pacifiers. Now again, they are targeted for youth who have held over oral fixations or need them to prevent troohh grinding and such, but I am sure they might help to serve your purposes today. I can understand where you are coming from, this disrespectful behaviour is out of line, especially given how much effort you are undergoing to help him.”

 

I turned my head towards them, only to watch in shock as Mom nodded her head in agreement and headed into the aisles while I stood there dumbfounded. In short order, they had returned, Mom removing an absurdly large clear plastic item from a package. In a seamless motion, her hand extended to my mouth, pushing a rubber bulb against my lips. Refusing to give in, I clenched my lips in an act of resistance, denying her the ability to shove the intruder in my mouth. A sharp smack to my mostly exposed ass was quick to ensue.

 

“Young man, you had your chance to be quiet. Now unless you want to make some real noise while I tan your hide right here and now, I suggest that you open your mouth and start sucking on your soother. Now go sit on that chair silently while Shelly and I discuss the details of your diaper supply

 

Dejectedly, I walked over to the indicated chair and sat down on my padded rear, amongst another cacophony of crinkles. Not wanted to face the world, I hung my head in shame while the pacifier bobbed gently in my mouth. I would occasionaly glance towards the counter, hoping to see Mom finished with her discussion, at some point two more bags of diapers appeared on the counter, and then in short order one more, which seemed significantly larger than the other two. I couldn’t understand why, given all the fuss that had been made about correct sizing previously. At long last I was beckoned to come back up to the counter, Mom having a plastic bag with other supplies in her hand.

 

“Well, I hope that this should set you up well until your new order of diapers comes in. It shouldn’t take more than a week, this bag of overnight diapers should be enough to last you until then.” And with a knowing nod towards my crotch, she continued. “Based on the lack of paw prints down there, it looks like our guess of 4 to 5 diapers during the day wont be far off, especially with the pooping, which as we discussed, needs to be changed as soon as possible.”

 

As she finished speaking, my eyes were drawn to my crotch, encouraged by the paw print comment. Much to my dismaythere were indeed several of the paw prints that had faded away. I simply couldn’t believe it, I mean sure, I had had some daytime dribbles before,I mean what guy doesn’t, but it seemed that my sudden reintroduction to diapers was actually taking a toll on my bladder control for some reason.

 

Mom, never one to stay quiet had to pipe up. “Yes indeed, it seems that we have a leaky faucet down here, fortunately these wonderful diapers that you helped us choose can hold far more than he can dish out.”

 

With that, I was urged to pick up my additional bags of diapers as our time in the store was clearly done. Now if pushing a cart with two bags of diapers through the store had been ambarrasing before,this was far and beyond a step above. Now clad in nothing but my shirt and diaper (wet nonetheless), with a pacifier in my mouth and struggling to carry 3 oversized bags of diapers, there was no keeping the attention off of me. At long last, we finally reached the SUV again, the back already being full, there was no choice but for me to place my 3 garish bags of diapers in the seat to the left of where I would be sitting for the ride home. Before I could climb in to try and hide my shame, I was interrupted by one last call from Mom.

 

“Dylan, get over here now, I need to check your diaper to make sure you wont leak all over my seats on the drive home. After all, you already managed to wet it again in the short time it tookm us to get back in the store and place the order for the rest of your diapers. I mean I swear, you are using your diapers faster than when you were two.”

 

Seeing no option, I trudged oround the car for a mandatory diaper check, with Mpm declaring that despite being more wet than before (a point I would debate) that I was still dry enough to last the drive home. Said drive was no better than the drive into town, rush hour traffic adding additional delay to exit town, and then miles and miles of bumps and bumps. I hate to admit it, but I was quite certain that I had possibly wet my diaper more on the drive, that being said, and a credit to the seemingly impossible absorbency of the diapers, I couldn’t actually feel anything externally, just the internal sensation that I had released. Finally, pulling up our drive, i was releived to see that Dad’s truck was not home yet, meaning that I would be able to avoid both his and my younger brother’s scrutiny for at least the time being. I didn’t even attempt to argue when Mom told me to start unloading the vehicle, I made a weak attempt once in the door to slink off to my room to grab pants of some sort, only to be advised that they were not necessary since the nearest people were miles away, along with a further reminder that those who wore diapers often were not worried about their dignity. Speaking of diapers, I had been doing my best to avoid touching the cursed things before Mom decided to take things upon herself.

 

“Dylan, I want you to bring your new diapers inside now. We need to figure out where we are going to store them. You can take the open bag into your bedroom, just place them on your bed for now, we can clean out your underwear drawer later. The same for your overnight diapers, since clearly that is where you will be needing them. The other three bags can come inside the front door for now, I don’t want to move them more than we need to until we decide where we will store them. I quickly made my way back out to the vehicle, grabbing the already open bag of diapers, along with the significantly heavier and larger bag of overnight diapers, before trudging to my bedroom and placing them on my bed as instructed. I then began the trek back out to the drive to retrieve my other 3 bags of diapers, still clad only in my diaper and shirt, pacifier held snugly between my lips. As I turned the corner at the end of the garage I was greeted by the sight of my dad’s truck pulling up, my 8 year old brother Jonathan sitting in the back seat.

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