In the moment, Dan thought nothing of the unusual things he had gone through today, or just how truly ridiculous he must have looked, being a teenager standing in a messy diaper and loudly bawling his eyes out. The extent of his thought process on the subject only went as far as being upset about the fact he had pooped himself and wishing to be clean again.
"Dan? Honey? Are you okay?"
The boy didn't even notice the voice from outside, nor did he think anything of when the bathroom door opened. While he should have been humiliated and scrambling to cover himself, the teenager could do nothing but continue to helplessly wail where he stood in his sagging underwear, even as his mother walked into the bathroom.
"Dan? Are you okay? What are you doing in the bathroom, dear?"
"I WENT BOOM-BOOOOOOMS! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
"Aw, poor baby. . . Let's get my little boy a nice, new diaper, huh?"
While Dan did find himself calming somewhat as his hand was taken and his mother walked him to his bedroom, he still found himself primarily focused on the mess in his underwear and his desire to be free of it. The sensation he really took in, at least, was one of overwhelming relief once he found his diaper removed.
"Hehehee... No boom-boom!"
"Heh... That's right, no boom-boom, sweetie... Hold still, Mommy will get you in a nice, new diaper reeeal quick, okay?"
Once more things were a blur from here as Dan found himself cleaned up and ultimately within a new diaper strapped around his midsection. Soon enough he found himself plopped onto his butt in his bedroom floor, mysterious baby toys that the teenager obviously did not previously own, having appeared all around him and going for the moment unnoticed in his giddiness to be clean.
"Now, play and be a good boy, okay, sweetie?" the boy's mother noted now as she moved toward the door. "Mommy will come check on you again riiight after she gets dinner going, okay?"