His dad came home with the diapers, and he handed them to Kyle's mom. She accepted them.
"Kyle will you come down here?" She yelled up the stairs.
"Yes I'm coming!" He yelled down. He on the way down had on dry underwear and sweats. He got downstairs and saw what his mom was holding. "Mom, do I have to wear them?" At this moment, his body ironically chose to wet itself.
"Kyle, I think that is an answer enough."
"I guess your right mom," Kyle said after a sigh.
"Okay, lie down honey, but first take off your pants and underwear."
Kyle did as he was told. At first he was embarrassed, but it went away. His mom knelt next to him. She then opened the diapers, and pulled one out.
With the diaper in her hand, she opened it, that way she could diaper her son. Kyle lifted his butt as his mom slid a diaper under him. Next, ignoring his hard on, she taped the diaper closed.
"You're all done Kyle," his mother said.
He stood up and noticed the thickness of them, which wasn't too bad. They were also warm and very comfortable.
"Mom, will you change my diapers for me from now?" He asked.
Then...