The young man gaped at the adorable baby boy swamped in the grown-up shirt, frozen in disbelief despite knowing exactly what he'd seen.
"...yeah, the scream came from over here I think..."
His ears perk up at the oncoming chatter. James whimpers.
The young man curses under his breath as he drops the diapers to scoop James shirt and all off the ground. The newly-minted two-year-old squeaks and blushes at how easily he's lifted, protests in his babyish mewl when his supposed savior stops to pluck a Pampers from the pack.
"Nooo...." James' whines are ignored. He's swiftly carried on the employee's hip into a changing room, and before he knows it the door is closed behind them - before he knows it, he's squirming his chubby little tushie against a cool wooden bench as the young man looms over him diaper in hand.
"I don't know what's happening to you," he says. "But I want to help. That means getting you out of here without attracting suspicion. That means..."
The young man reluctantly held up the dinosaur-adorned Pampers. James reeled at the choice he was being offered, at how quickly he'd gone from grown man to potentially unpottytrained. Much as the diaper provided perfect cover, the mere thought of being diapered was so horrifying that James didn't know if he could go through with it.
In the end, he decided to...