Published: December 15th 2021, 10:55:10 pm
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Dexter gulped again, looking back and forth between his parents. His heart was beating in his chest and thundering in his ears and his mouth felt dry. It would be best to just come out and say it, than stretch it out any longer.
"I think I need diapers," Dexter said, finally, squeezing his eyes shut and spitting out the words while he still had the nerve.
His Mom and Dad looked at each other. They seemed to let out a collective breath.
"We know, son," said His Dad gently.
"We're glad you told us," added his mom.
"What? Wait... what?" Dexter couldn't believe his ears. How did they know?
"Come here, buddy," said his Dad, patting his knee. Dexter blushed. His Dad hadn't called him anything like that in a long time. He reluctantly walked forward and as soon as he was in reach, his dad brought him up to sit on his lap. A loud crinkle could be heard as Dexter's soft padded butt came to rest on his Father's leg.
"There we go. Comfy?" Dexter nodded reflexively, though the truth was, being a full grown 18 year old guy on his father's knee was awkward at best. His father continued, "The nurse called and told us about your problem. And then we took a look in your room and found all this..."
Dexter's mom reached from beside the couch and pulled out a box Dexter recognized very well. Dexter practically wet himself when he saw it.
"I don't think we need to tell you what's inside," said his Dad. "We were waiting to see if you would tell us or not. We're glad you chose to do it on your own, or else you might be grounded right now."
"Harold...," said Dexter's mom gently. "What he's saying, Dexie, is that we're glad you trusted us. It shows us how mature you are, and that we can trust you to tell us everything."
Mature? Thought Dexter. That was Ironic, in a conversation literally about his need for diapers.
"It looks like you've been wearing them for a while," continued his mom.
"We're going to have to get you more supplies..." added Dad, patting Dexter's lower back.
*Crink* *Crink*
"We were going to go as soon as you got home," said Mom, "but seeing as you have a sleepover tonight..."
"Y-yeah..." stammered Dexter, glad to have an out. "I should get ready. Maybe another time..."
"Well, I was gonna suggest if it's not too much of a bother... we could give you the money and Rex could take you to pick them up..."
"What?!" Asked Dexter. The idea of shopping for diapers with Rex seemed to agree with Dexter's libido, because his diapers tightened up immediately at the suggestion. He only hope his Dad couldn't tell.
His mom nodded, completely misinterpreting the reason for his surprise.
"That's right, Dexie. I think you're mature enough to shop for your own diapers now, don't you?"
"Are you sure about that?" Dad asked, leaning and lowering his voice to speak to Mom.
"Well, certainly Rex should be. He's Dexter's best friend, so he'll understand."
"I guess you're right, Momma," said Dad. "I mean, Rex is going to find out one way or another when the little man sleeps over, unless he already knows..."
"He already knows," muttered Dexter, now badly wishing he was off of his Dad's lap. This was so embarrassing.
"Hush, Dexter. The grownups are talking..." Dexter's face grew bright red at the comment as his dad began bouncing his knee to calm him down. This did not help his situation downstairs, and Dexter found himself gritting his teeth in an effort not to become overstimulated.
"Uh oh..." said Dad, as he felt some warmth on his knee. "I think our champ had an accident..."
Dexter covered his face in shame. All that stimulation had made his bladder spasm and he had unintentionally let loose in his diaper.
"Come on, buddy boy," said Dad, putting his hand on Dexter's sides and helping his boy down off his knee. "Let's get you changed..."
"Dad! I- I can do it myself..." hissed Dexter, practically hissing out the words.
"Don't take an attitude, son. You're not too old for me to discipline."
Dexter shut his trap. That was the last thing he needed. Mom flipped open the box and handed Dad a fresh cartoon print diaper and a mostly empty pack of wipes. Dexter felt about two feet tall as his dad led him toddling over to the carpet for a change on the living room floor.
"Can I at least get a shower?" squeaked Dexter, but his Dad was on autopilot now, his long dormant caretaking instincts kicking in once more thanks to his son's newly discovered needs.
As Dexter was laid on his back, he heard the doorbell ring. He could hear his mom greeting someone enthusiastically at the door.