"I-I just. . ."
Dan was stunned as he stood in place, looking himself over. Where just a second prior he had just pulled his boxers back on, now he was inexplicably standing in the middle of the bathroom wearing a messy diaper.
"B-But. . ."
This didn't feel real. How COULD it be real? He was a teenager and he most certainly didn't need diapers! And yet, while the teenager thing was still very apparent, that didn't change the fact that he had most certainly just pooped himself.
Feeling increasingly upset, the boy slowly stammered to himself, "B-But. . . But I. . . I-I'm a big boy. . ."
Not that Dan even felt terribly convinced himself of that right now. The boy shut his eyes tight, feeling a lump growing in his throat. He hoped that just as magically as it had appeared to begin with, when he opened his eyes again that the soiled garment would have vanished.
Unfortunately, his heart sank when he opened his eyes and was greeted with just the remaining visual of a badly sagging disposable diaper strapped around his butt.
"B-But I'm a big boy!"
This objection was practically shouted, a definite whine audible in the boy's voice by now were anyone around to hear it. He sniffled and whimpered for a long few seconds, feeling worse and worse by the moment. . .
Tears were flowing and the diaper was feeling more and more gross by now. Dan awkwardly tried to shift in place and when he did, it only caused the contents of his underwear to splatter against him further.
Finally the boy's despair reached a peak and he screamed, "I MADE A BOOM-BOOOOOOM!" before beginning to wail.