I can't understand why she is doing this, why I deserve this. It's unfathomable, yet it's happening right now, and there's nothing I can do to stop it. She motioned for me to lift my now reddened bottom up, unfolding a thick, crinkly diaper in front of me. My guts were turning as she did this, as I saw my new future before me. She slid it deftly underneath, the smooth cotton tickling my sore bottom, before sprinkling sweet smelling powder over my deflated genitals. 'This is what happens when you have accidents James. Welcome to your new underwear,' she teasingly said, smirking all throughout. I held my tongue, not wanting to further reduce my standing with her. It was only an accident, it wasn't my fault. She pulled the front of the diaper up and over my cock, peeling off each tape and sticking it down, sealing me in this embarrassing undergarment.
She strode out of the room wordlessly, leaving me dumbfounded, lying on our now dry bed. Nearly losing my balance, I stood up and inspected the infantile garment attached to my waist. It was a plain shade of white, with a yellow stripe down the middle, presumably changing colour once wet. It crinkled with even the slightest movement, and it was thicker than any diaper I had previously seen. It forced my legs outwards, reducing my movement to a pathetic waddle. I tried pulling my sweatpants over the diaper, but it was no use. It could still easily be seen under the fabric, a large bulge clearly visible, showing everyone just how little control I had. I hope I don't have to use this.
Rebecca came back into the room, carrying a large brown box in her arms, inside of which were several plastic wrapped bundles. Silently, she opened my underwear drawer and gathered up every single pair of boxers, depositing them directly in the trash can. She pulled out the bundles, and to my horror they were additional packs of diapers. I tried to summon up what little courage I had left and stammered,
