He climbs onto the changing table.

Michael looked from Julie to the changing table and back again. He couldn't believe what she was asking him to do. Lay on a changing table, like a baby who can't keep his pants clean, and let her put him in a diaper? Ridiculous!

On the other hand though, Michael couldn't help but noticing how incredibly beautiful Julie was. Her height, her low cut top showing off her ample chest, and her domineering attitude had his penis getting hard, even though he was wearing poopy underwear. If he let Julie diaper him, he knew that he would have a very attractive woman touching his penis.

**Am I really willing to put on a fucking diaper just for the opportunity to have a pretty girl touch my penis? Am I that pathetic?** Michael asked himself.

Outwardly, he asked Julie, "You really only have a diaper that will fit me? No other shorts or pants?"

"I don't know if you've noticed, but you are quite the big boy. I don't have a lot of options for a body like yours. You're just going to have to settle for what I've got." Julie responded.

With a sigh and a recognition that he was letting his penis drive his logic, Michael started to climb up onto the ridiculously tall changing table. However, even the process of getting on the changing table ended up feeling infantilizing to him. He got one leg up on the table, but couldn't quite swing is second leg up.

"Don't worry, I'll help you sweet pea," Julie said supportively. She then grabbed Michael under the armpits from behind and, with surprising strength, lifted him the rest of the way on the table.

"Alright, sweetie, I need you to lay on your back," Julie instructed.

Michael complied. However, as he rolled over and laid on his back, he scrunched his nose as he felt his mess smear around further.

"Oh, the little stinker don't like squishing around your mess?" Julie said with a chuckle as she started to pull out various changing supplies.