Michael gets a look at himself in the mirror.

Michael accepted a hand from Julie getting off of the changing table. The diaper between his legs felt incredibly thick and he quickly found that he couldn't close his legs like he was used to.

Once on the ground, Michael let Julie guide him towards a large, full-length mirror in the corner of the room. Michael felt like he had a pronounced waddle from the way his new padding was forcing his legs apart. He had to admit though, being in clean underwear, even if it was a diaper, was much better than walking around with poop hanging off his ass.

Once they got to the mirror, Julie gestured for Michael to take a look. What he saw was ridiculous. From the waist up, Michael looked like he remembered. A normal guy in his thirties, dressed up to go to the gym. From the waist down though, he looked ridiculous.

Without any form of pants, Michael's diaper was on full display. Just as Michael thought when he saw the diaper in Julie's hand earlier, the diaper was almost comically huge. The size of it, even on Michael's large frame, made Michael look like one-year-old in a pamper from the waist down. This clearly was not an adult diaper designed to be discreet.

Adding to the infantalizing effect was the childish print covering the diaper. The diaper was adorned with various circus animals with a soft, childish design, dancing their way around Michael's crotch and ass. Further, there was a almost completely blue line--clearly a wetness indicator--that ran down the middle of the diaper. It declared that the wearing of this diaper couldn't be trusted to know when to change himself.

What concerned Michael the most though was that the wetness indicator was already turning yellow in a spot.

"Did I... Did I already wet this thing?" Michael asked, poking at his padding.

Julie laughed.

"No, no, you little stinker. Remember, I caught your sticky little mess in this diaper before I taped you up. The diaper is just showing the evidence of our little agreement," Julie responded with a wink. "Now turn around! I need to make sure this is on properly so we don't have any leaks."

Michael spun himself around at the direction of Julie as she tugged and pulled on various parts of his diaper until she was satisfied that it fit properly.

"All done! Now you can head back up to your class," Julie told Michael.

Michael looked at himself in the mirror again and shuddered.

"I know you said you didn't have anything else that would fit me earlier, but, uh, do you think you could find something that could cover this up? I can even put on my old shorts!" Michael asked hopefully.

"Baby, you're old shorts are done for for the day. What type of babysitter would I be if I let someone run around with poop smeared shorts. I really don't think I have anything else in your size, but if you hold on a second, maybe I can find something," Julie said. "Yes, maybe even something a little small on you would cover up that padding of yours okay?"

Julie walked over to the closet near the changing table and started digging through it, looking for clothing options for Michael.