To A Giant Changing Table

As Julie led Michael through the room, Michael took a look around.

At first it looked like any other gym daycare. The walls were all pastel blue and pink and lines with paintings of cartoon animals dancing and playing. Large, soft carpets covered the floors. Toys for infants and young children were scattered throughout the room. There was a plastic table and chairs made in out of blue, yellow, and green plastic with coloring books and other art supplies.

The problem with the room though, was the size of a large amount of the furniture. Near a door on one wall was a changing table. But, it wasn't a typically sized changing table. It was large enough that Michael, with his large frame, could easily lay on. It was also tall enough that Michael thought that if he had to lay on it, he would need some help climbing up.

That wasn't the only oddity. There was also a crib in the opposite corner that was also suspiciously large. The crib appeared to be the size of a queen-sized bed, with railings that had to be just over 6 feet tall. It also was so tall that a normal sized person, like Michael, would need a step stool or a boost to climb into it.

Finally, the last oddity of the daycare was that there weren't any kids in it--not that Michael was complaining. Given his pronounced, awkward shuffle and horrendous for, he was happy that there wasn't anyone other than Julie to witness his predicament.

"Why is all the baby furniture so big?" Michael asked hesitantly as they walked through the room.

Turning her head around slightly, Julie answered, "Oh, sometimes we get some bigger kiddos that need taken care of, so we thought it would be best to have larger furniture than smaller. I think that it's going to pay off for you today though."

**Pay off for me today?** Michael thought to himself. The rest of Julie's explanation made sense to Michael. It was nice to know that the gym was so thoughtful as to provide babysitting for members with disabled children. However, that last statement was concerning.

"Here we go!" Julie announced as the approached the giant changing table. "Jump on up big boy," she ordered as she patted the table.

"Jump on up?" Michael asked.

"Yes, stop dilly-dallying and get you stinky little bottom up on this changing table," Julie commanded more forcefully. Everything about her demeanor was domineering and weirdly maternal.

"Can't you just grab me some clothes and I can change and clean up in the locker room?" Michael asked, timidly.

"Sweetie, the only change I have that will fit you is this," Julie reaches back and grabs the largest diaper Michael has ever seen. It was even decorated with a babyish pattern. "You don't look like the type who knows how to put a diaper on another baby, let alone yourself. Plus, this way I can make sure you are nice and clean before I send you back."

"What... uh... what is that?" Michael stammered.

"Sweetie, you know what it is. It's a diaper. It's all I have that will fit you, and," Julie walked around and gave Michael's poop smeared ass a little smack for emphasis, "from the state of your pants, you probably should have been wearing one of these already."

All Michael could do was turn bright red in embarrassment.

"So, can you diaper yourself or are you going to jump on up?" Julie asked with growing impatience.