Luke ripped off the dirty pull up off of Randal, and reached for a diaper.
“No, don’t!” The five year-old cried, tears stinging his eyes. He tried his best to tear away from Luke’s grasp, but had no luck.
Luke gave Randal’s bare but a good swat, make a ‘smack’ sound when skin hit skin. “You better behave or it’ll be worst!” Luke warned. Randal stopped struggling and submitted.
“Lay down!” Luke commanded. Randal obey, laying down on the soft carpet. Luke walked into his room, where he was keeping the ‘special’ diapers and pull-ups. Thankfully, the necessary thing for diapering someone came with the stuff. Baby powder, oils,ect. Luke grabbed a bottle of powder, then returning to Randal’s room, where Randal was still laying on the ground, tears streaming off of his face.
“Now hold still.” He said, lifting up Randals legs, and placing the diaper under them, the sprinkling the baby powder. He the finished putting the diaper on him. “There, nice and snug.”
Randal sat up and looked down at the diaper. A childish cartoon bear was decorated on the front of the diaper, smiling at everything it looked at.
“You’re a bully!” Randal cried.
“Hey, you’re the one who can’t make it to the bathroom. Just like a baby!”
“I'm not a baby!” He snapped, reaching for his pants. But Luke grabbed them away.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Luke asked, “How am I suppose the check your diaper with these on. Besides, only big boys get to wear pants. Not babies who go to the bathroom in their diapers.
Randal had enough, and stormed out of the room. Or tried to, the thickness of the diaper made him waddle away. He made it back to the living room, where he slammed back down on his butt. The diaper made it feel like he was sitting on a cushion. As he watch the looney toons a thought came to his head.
“What don’t I just take the diaper off, and just say the straps broke loose?” He thought to himself. He tried to reach down into his diaper, and get to the straps from underneath. But it was on to tight, and his fingers couldn’t get in. Even as a six year old, Randal knew tearing them off from the front would make it to obvious. So he was stuck like that.
“Randal!” Luke called from the kitchen, “Dinners ready!”
Randal,reluctantly, got up from the couch and began walking to the kitchen; the diaper crinkling with each step. But when he got into the kitchen and gasped.