Your neighbor from across the street is at the park, leaning against the tree like it's the most natural thing in the world and your new look is completely normal.
You're not quite sure how to react so he speaks first.
"I see you got my package," he says suggestively.
You stare blankly and just nod. Your pacifier falling out, landing on the motorcycle seat in front of you. You catch yourself and pocket the pacifier, dismounting and walking to the tree.
"YOu did this?!" you say, your voice loud from disbelief and waving your hand up and down your body to indicate your swole body. "How?!"
"No, don't be silly. I didn't do anything. The diaper did made you grow. I just made sure you got a pair. I had to see if it worked."
You just stare. He pauses then continues, expecting a reaction.
"I had to make sure it worked before I tried it out on me."
You neighbor then pulls out a similarly large piece of padding, but slightly different. This one has some sort of print on it and the front pouch looks a lot more exaggerated than yours did. Your neighbor drops trou right there in front of you in the middle of the park, not caring who saw. Thankfully it was practically empty at that moment. A decent, but not substantial, erection greeted them both while he leaned back against the tree and slipped into the diaper, pulling it into place.
"A little help?" he says, looking at you.
Your instincts kick in and you reach over to help him tape up, so he gets a tight fit. The tighter the fit, the more exaggerated the manly-baby change is. You immediately smell the baby oil smell waft through the air and know what's coming.